Chapter 20 - A Close Shave
Spread-eagled on her back on the slanted restraining table, Tiffany sweated
as she watched Miki strop the wicked-looking straight razor. The ever-present
cameramen were circling, capturing her gorgeous, panting torso from a wide
variety of enchanting angles.
"Uh, what are you going to do?"
Miki smiled sweetly.
"You'll find out. Are you in a rush for it to happen?"
"Uh, no!"
Miki rinsed the soles of Tiff's bare feet with cool water. She brushed on
shaving cream. The brush tickled, but Tiff wasn't laughing.
"You're being prepped for the big show! Now don't twitch or it could get
quite painful!"
Miki carefully scraped the razor over the sensitive soles of Tiff's
quivering feet, removing the shaving cream.
"I'm removing all hair except your head hair and your eyebrows so that
you'll be smooth for the cameras when it comes time to give your all for art.
All the performers in my little show are going to be smooth as silk and looking
like the yummiest little painsluts anyone ever saw. There's no hair on the soles
of your feet, but losing a few layers of skin all over should sensitize you
nicely!"
She rinsed off and lathered up Tiff's pretty face. Painstakingly, she sliced
off every bit of fine blond fuzz. She stroked Tiff's soft, silky cheek.
"You and the others are going to be smooth as a baby's bum, Tiffany."
Her arms and armpits were rinsed, lathered and shaved. Enquiring minds
wanted to know.
"After I'm smooth as satin, then what?"
Miki looked thoughtful.
"Well, lets see! I think you wanted me chopped into tiny fucking bits and
fed to the sharks! Burn my face? Ram a red-hot poker up my ass! Break every
fucking, goddam bone in my body! Shatter my teeth! Gouge out my eyes! Rip out my
guts! Your voice carried quite clearly over the water! I love the way you think!
It turns out we have a lot in common!"
"Uh, look, I'm sorry! I got a little carried away! You cut off my ears!"
"Jeez, you're an awfully touchy little mouthpiece! Maybe I should slice off
your tongue to help you get over that problem!"
Tiff gulped, but continued gamely.
"Look, my Dad's rich! He can give you money!"
Miki rolled her eyes.
"Oh, puhlease! Don't give me that cornball line!"
Tiff had the good grace to blush.
"Sorry! It does sound stupid, doesn't it?"
Miki's cruel, slitted eyes gleamed.
"Money's nothing compared to true power! Power is everthing, you stupid
fuckslut!"
Tiff's monster melons were rinsed, lathered and shaved. The cool water
popped her nipples erect. Tiff held her breath, not daring to twitch as Miki
sliced carefully around them, bringing the gleaming blade perilously close to
the teat.
Her taut belly was shaved. As were her long lovely legs. Tiff looked between
her legs.
"If you cut off my pubic hair, no one will know that I'm a natural blond!"
Miki calmly went to work between Tiff's parted thighs.
"On the other hand, no one will know that some of the others aren't!"
Her pubic hair was lathered up and razored off. Miki did the shaving using
two small, careful strokes, one with the grain of the pubic hair and the other
against. She pulled Tiff's labia out and shaved the exquisitely sensitive skin
very delicately. Tiff was near tears. Miki loved using the straight razor. It
really caught a bitch's attention. She noticed that Tiff was holding her breath
and curling her toes as she scraped the sensitive area between Tiff's shithole
and her fuckhole. When she was done, Tiff took a deep breath and wailed.
"Everyone will think I'm a slut! Only sluts shave their cunts!"
Miki laughed.
"Exactly! Lets face it, Tiff, you've got a lot more to worry about than a
few missing pubic hairs!"
"Yeah, knowing you is a real slice!"
"Exactly!"
On that cheerful note, Tiff was flipped and the peachfuzz shaved from her
tight, perfect assglobes. Her beautifully tanned back had every microscopic hair
skimmed off by the gleaming blade. The backs of her long tanned legs were
lovingly made smooth.
She was soaped and cleaned. Cotton balls and alcohol were used for a coolly
intimate second cleansing. Tiffany was dried and padded with baby powder. She
felt like she was in some sort of obscene spa. Miki eyed her critically.
"OK! Now you're really ready to scream for the cameras! We can get serious!"
Poor, earless Tiff felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest and
stomped on. It had just been light entertainment so far?
