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I think my posting of TRIM KITTY-PART 2 got caught up in the service
mess on a.s.s.m. so I am reposting it again in the hopes that the cyber
Gods will smile this time, maybe even grin ;=)

This is the 2nd part to this entrepeneurial story and, although I think
there may be at least one more part somewhere, I do not have it.  This
is because I did not write it, but rather downloaded it from
Compuserve's HSX200 forum Fantasyland library a year or two ago when I
was using their service.  They have some very good writers that post
there and three other stories I wrote and posted here (STARRY STARRY
NIGHT, CANYON SURPRISE 1, and CANYON SURPRISE 2 - THE LUNCH) were
originally posted there.

Hope you enjoy this 2nd part even though I personally like the original
best.


THE TRIM KITTY - PART 2

    " Come in Susan, please. Yes I can take you right away! "

    " Thank you, " she said in that sultry voice that intrigued me so
greatly on the phone. 

    After the experience I had, ending just a few minutes prior, I began to
feel a little confident in my approach to this outlandish concept.
Perhaps however, it was my hormones talking. You know, when the *little
head* overrules the good sense of the *big head*. Either way, I had
embarked on a journey that was to take me to who knows where. What I
*did* realize at this point however, was that I had better figure out a
way to relieve the tension emerging in my regrowing manhood. ( Maybe
this was to be continuous torture for which there would be no relief in
sight! )

    Guiding Susan to the dressing room where I had placed a number of
attractive dressing gowns, I was somewhat taken aback when she walked
into the clinic room dressed only in a smile, and carrying one of the
fluffy towels I provided. From her raised eyebrow, I assumed that my
open mouth was apparent, and snapped it shut. With a low laugh, she
sprang up onto the table. It was quite obvious that she spent a good
deal of time sunning herself in the altogether, as her tan line, if you
could call it that, was barely visible around her hips. A small thong is
all I could come up with as an explanation, and not too often either!

    She scooted down to position herself on the table and with no coaxing
from me, threw her legs into the stirrups. She seemed to be very
comfortable with her body and her nudity, and I had no doubt with her
sexuality as well. It was apparent too, that she spent a great deal of
time in some sort of athletic endeavors as well. Her rather large
breasts almost seemed out of place with her tight and taut figure. As
her legs spread for the task at hand, I marveled at the definition of
the individual muscles.

    " You work out! " Talk about stating the obvious!

    " Yes, I'm back into training again full time. I used to compete in
bodybuilding, at least on the regional level, " she said.

    " Well, you haven't left me an awful lot to do here, " I stated. It was
evident that she had kept herself closely trimmed. A small light
brownish patch of hair adorned the top of her mons, a mini mohawk. There
was a several day old stubble surrounding the trimmed area.

    " Well, I've been lifting everyday, and I'm a little sore. I just saw
your ad, and figured that, with my husband out of town... well, you see,
he usually does it for me. "

    " No problem, glad to be of service, " I genuinely related. Absolutely.
Positively. GLAD to be of service. " Just a little off the top?" I
quipped.

    " Yes, " smilling, " please leave my what's there on top, but trim it
nice and close."

    " As you wish. " I quoted one of my favorite movies!

     I proceeded to examine her closely. Very fine lips, barely parted, and
the smallest nubbin of clitoris. The work went quickly, since she had a
trim not that long before. Lucky husband! I was finished in about ten
minutes, and she popped off the table, her shapely and firm buttocks
rippling as she headed for the dressing room. Not a hint of eroticism
throughout the prodedure.

    Paid and out the door, she quickly dissapeared. I was a tad
dissappointed. I kind of supposed that she was so used to being trimmed,
it held little mystery. Mentally shrugging, I paid attention to the work
details that lay before me, now somewhat convinced, on very thin
evidence, that this would turn into a real job!

    A week had passed. Business was actually much better than I had
expected. I had 'serviced' over a dozen women, and had made more than
fifteen appointments for the coming week. Counting on a repeat of the
performance of my first customer however, I certainly was a bit
dissappointed. I had supposed that every woman who came in was looking
for a little more than a simple "trim". While there were a couple of
ladies who seemed to be somewhat turned on by my ministrations, all were
quite discreet, to my chagrine. I maintained my proffessional attitude,
sometimes with great difficulty! I found I was in a constant state of
erection, and my wife and I enjoyed some of the best sex of our 24 yrs
together. She only inquired briefly of how it was going, but I knew she
was intrigued. I thought it only a matter of time before she asked some
pointed questions concerning happenings at the salon!

    Looking at my  watch, I realized that 4 PM was approaching. Time for
the redhead's second appointment. I was not to wait long. A couple of
minutes later, Karen came in. But not alone!

    " Hi Peter, I'd like you to meet my best friend Melinda. I told her
what I was doing, and she thinks she would like to consider getting
'trimmed' herself, " she said, almost giggling.

    " It's a pleasure to meet you Melinda. " My eyes did a quick up and
down of her. Petite, in fact quite tiny, she appeared to be a bit
younger than Karen. Her hair was as black as midnite, and her casually
drapped dress did little to hide a perfect, if small body underneath.
Not being sure just how much Karen had told her of our previous
appointment, I intended to be my usual calm self, when I noticed her
eyes roaming over the growing bulge in my pants.

    " Please call me Lynn, " she said with a voice that sounded like tiny
windchimes. " I'll wait till you finish with Karen. " Did I detect a
twinkle in her dark eyes when she said that?

    Karen had already left for the dressing room, so I went back and
prepared for her entrance to the salon. Smiling brightly, she moved into
the room, and I helped her up onto the table.

    " So, how did your husband like the 'trim' we gave you last week? " I
asked.

    Her look changed to one of pain. Pretty forehead creased with lines,
and with tearful eyes, she told me. He was drunk again. While the look
of her newly shaved beaver excited him, he paid no more attention to her
needs than he had ever done before. After he had his pleasure, he fell
dead asleep. In tears, and needing her own release, she quietly
masturbated herself into sleep.

    If I was a bit worried about the coming session, she put me at ease
very quickly. Indicating that she was now very itchy, she lay back, and
gave me a smile. Lifting her gown, she asked would I please start with
the hot towels again, and to take my time. Settling into my chair, I was
already hard as a rock knowing, I thought, what was to come! Little did
I know!!!

    After lifting the hot towel off of her vee, she boldly lowered the gown
top and began to stroke her breasts. Her butt was quivering ever so
slightly as I proceeded to lather and shave her puss. She made small
moaning sounds as I carefully swept the razor up and down. I then found
out the second mistake I had made in the construction of my little
clinic. I hadn't put a lock on the door! 

    I heard a scuffling sound behind me, and turned to see Lynn watching
lustfully, with one hand holding her dress, and the other down into her
pale green panties! I had only been working on Karen for ten minutes or
so, and was intent on the job at hand. I never heard the door!

     Looking me straight in the eye, she continued to slide her hand up and
down and around her mound. A wet spot on her panties  evidence of her
success in working herself closer to the orgasm that was beginning to
show on her face. Turning back to the table, I saw Karen peering over
the top of her now heaving breasts, a wicked grin on her face. It sure
looked like a conspiracy, but who was I to complain?

    Fortunately, I was finished with the actual work at hand. Wiping the
last of the shave cream from Karen's mound, she grabbed my hand and
pressed it onto her now wet labia. Unable, or unwanting to restrain
myself any longer, I unzipped my fly, and pulled out my straining cock
with my right hand, continuing to manipulate the shaven mound in front
of me with my left. I knew, before I could see her, that Lynn had moved
up close to my side. She had somehow snuck out of her panties
altogether, and tucked the hem of her dress into her belt, freeing her
other hand to sweep across her breasts.

    Standing, and letting go of the slick pussy in front of me, I undid my
own belt and dropped my pants to the floor. In a flash, my boxers were
right on top of them, and I somehow managed to get them off of one foot
without falling over. 

    Hitting the foot control, I raised the table, and tilted it towards me.
Hitting a second switch, the back of the table raised as well, giving
Karen a great view of the action in front of her. Moving a step closer,
I began to approach her rosy lips, all the while slowly stroking my
hardness. Reaching out to grab my cock, she took over in slow strokes
where I had left off. Tugging me just a bit closer, she began to run the
head of my cock up and down her dripping slit. Starting at her clit, and
slowly down, past her lips to her perineum, and back to the top. All the
while keeping a firm and slow stroke on my steely cock. All but
oblivious to Lynn so close by, I became immediately aware of her
presence as she slid her left hand over and around my buns, then in
between to sink the tip of a finger into my puckering anus. That was all
it took for me, and I began to come in waves, my hot sticky semen
spurting on the slick mound in front of me...

    By now, Karen had her eyes tightly closed. But when she felt me coming
on her pussy, they flew open, and she looked at both of us with a gaze
of pure lust! She began to flick the head of my cock over the tip of her
clitoris with blinding speed, and before I had finished my incredible
orgasm, began grunting with her own convulsions. I was fascinated with
the sight of her inner lips clamping down once, twice... at least a
dozen times that I could count! 

    Not wanting to leave Lynn to her own devices entirely, I reached and
pulled her closer to me. Putting my arm around her shapely ass, I easily
slid a couple of fingers into *her* wet cunt. That was the last straw
for her as well. She started to quiver, and began to slump towards the
floor, my impaled digits seeming to be the only thing holding her up.
Twisting slightly, I got my other arm under her shoulder to support her.
Reluctantly pulling my fingers from her squishy crotch, I sat her down
onto the chair I used. All the while, Karen was still rubbing my
softening cock up and down her slit. 

    You could cut the aroma of sex in the room with a knife. As we each
began to recover our breath, all were smiling. Taking her legs out of
the stirrups, Karen sat up, and folded her arms around my chest, hugging
me tightly. Lynn stood, somewhat shakily, and joined in our group hug.
Sighing, we squeezed each other in a loving embrace.

    Gee, crappy soundproofing, no lock on the door... at least I had the
foresight to install a shower in the dressing room!!!

Wow, this is so much fun, I'm sure to do another installment! Keep those
cards and letters coming folks.
AAAAAAAnd, dammit, give a little love out there. Both kinds! <wink,wink>

THE END

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