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This story is not one that I wrote, but rather was written by Compuserve
Member 75507,3660 at least a year ago and posted in Fantasyland in
Compuserve's HSX200 forum.  I also have the second part and will post it
if reader's are interested.  E-mail me and let me know.  It is a cute
story about an entrepeneurial attempt at a new business.  That's all I
will say at this time.....just read and enjoy.

OBTW, if you are younger than 18 and/or are offended by graphic sexual
writings, then don't read this.  You also shouldn't be in this
newsgroup.

THE TRIM KITTY

	So it was the big day. The first day open of my new shop, an
out-rageous idea. My friends thought I was crazy. They admired my
boldness, but thought I was nuts to spend the kind of money I did to
ready the shop. I wasn't sure myself how it would go, but we all have to
take a chance in life and this was to be mine!

	" The Trim Kitty". I'm not sure how I came up with the name, but
for some reason it just seemed right. I knew what I wanted to do, but
wasn't sure I could actually pull it off. A few small ads in the
personal sections of the local papers were all I could afford after my
equipment investments.
I realized I could go down the tubes in very short order, so I was very 
nervous when the phone rang just after my advertised opening hour.

	 "Do have an opening at 3pm ?",was what the sultry voice on the 
other end of the line asked. In a proffessional manner, I avoided the
obvious pun.
 	" Yes, 3 would be fine. "
 	" Are you familiar with our range of services? " I asked.
	" I believe so. "
	" Great, and your name please? "
	" Susan "
	" OK Susan, see you at three! "

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	Unbelievable, open 5 minutes, and already my first client. Maybe
this would work after all!

	You see, I decided to open a shop with the intent of trimming and
shaving womens privates! Outrageous? Yes! A voyeurs delite? Definitely!!

	Actually, I am quite qualified. In the 9 years I spent as a surgical
technician, I have shaved literally hundreds, if not thousands of
bodies,
sometimes from head to toe, depending on the surgical procedure. While
most of this experience was with men, I did have occassion to shave
women from time to time as well. I figured if I could do the hairiest
guy from head to toe, and clean every scrap of hair, without nicks, then
the lighter hair of a women should be no problem.

	I had also practiced on my wife, both shaving and trimming. While she
was not a fan of being shaved, trim sessions are a regular part of our
routine. Being quite hirsute, she gives me plenty of practice! I just
couln't be sure they would be enough demand in the real world to
actually support me enough to make a living.

	The location I came across in a posh mall, was I thought, perfect. On
the very end, where the management had a hard time renting the space,
one has to turn a corner to access my front door. Just around the
corner, back towards the main part of the mall were a lingerie shop, a
jewelery store, a beauty salon, and a women's shoe store. I suppose I
couldn't pick a better grouping even in my fantasies. <wink>

	While I had spoken to an electrologist, and a woman who did both
bikini waxes and nails, they were aware that it would be a couple of
months before I could assure them that I could use their services. Their
comments were most encouraging, however.

	At 11:15, as I was going over in my mind just how crazy I might be,
the door opened. A head of vibrant red hair peeked around the frame, 
followed by a pair of the greenest eyes I have ever seen.

	" Hi, come on in, "
	" Oh, excuse me. Are you the salon for women? " she asked.
	Not being sure exactly what she meant, I told her to return back out
toward the mall and look for the beauty salon, which she had obviously
just passed.
	" Oh, thank you. " was her reply, and she slid back out the door.

	Perplexed, I thought for a few moments. As I began to rise from 
behind my desk the door reopened, and in came the same head of red hair,
followed again by the green eyes. This time her face was the color of
her hair however. The freckles I had not noticed before, stood out.

	" Please, I'm kind of embarressed, but is what my friend told me 
true? Do you actually trim women's, uh, mmmmm, uh, you know, down
there..." Putting on my most businesslike face I replied that yes
indeed, that was the nature of my shop. I asked if she would like to sit
for a few moments with a brochure of our services.
	" Yes thank you " she replied as she shakily accepted the folder, and
moved to sit on the couch in the waiting area. I sat back down and
pretented for the most part to pay attention to my computer screen as I
stole several glances in her direction.

	While she was mostly wrapped up in her coat, I surmised that she was
about 5'5", and perhaps a tad on the heavy side. Her face was quite
attractive, with a certain girlish look to what I estimated to be her
forty years. The bright red lipstick and red heart shaped earings didn't
detract from her lovely hair, but seemed to accent it. Most men I assume
would look her way whenever she walked into a room, but she was not
knock-out gorgeous. I would have guessed that childbearing may have
taken a little away from what may have once been a stunning body. I
never found out!

	I could see her gathering courage, and finally asked me about the
price for a complete shave. She had never done it herself, and wanted to
surprise her husband. She started to tell me that their sex life was
getting a little dull and she thought this might spice it up. I assured
her that it would at least capture his attention, but smiling, told her
I couldn't promise anything else!

	I showed her to the dressing room, and went around into the "work"
area. I had to admit to being somewhat aroused at the prosepct of my
first actual customer, and determined to act cool and calm throughout
the procedure. I readied the hot towels, shave cream, scissors, razor,
and other accessories. She shortly came out of the dressing room, and I
guided her to the exam table I had spent big bucks on. It was from a
urology supply house, to the tune of $8ooo. I hoped it's cost would be
justified by it's electric controls and it's professional appearance. As
she scooted into position, I kind of avoided eye contact trying to think
of the work ahead. I placed her legs into the stirrups and pulled my
chair into position. I smiled, and she lay back and took a deep breath.
Lifting the dressing gown I had provided, I nearly came as I peered at
one of the lovliest pussies I had ever seen! I suddenly became very
nervous. What had I gotten myself into? I wasn't sure I could retain my
composure and take care of the job at hand without losing control. In my
excitement I forgot all about the latex gloves I had planned to wear.

	Taking a slow deep breath, I began to work. As I figured, her mons was
covered with a downy light red patch. Hoping to finish before I came in
my underwear, I applied a hot damp towel to her vee. I spread a generous
amount of shaving cream in my hand, lowered the towel a bit and applied
the cream to the exposed area. Razor in hand, I began to remove her hair
from the top, working my way lower and lower. Quiet all this time, a
small moan escaped her throat when I lowered the towel further and
exposed her love lips again. I know the process only took 20 minutes or
so, but time seemed have nearly stopped. As I carefully slid the razor
and scraped every last bit of hair from around her vulva, I became aware
of her distending clit, and the distinct aroma of a woman aroused. As I
knew I was nearly finished, I took my time, looking for any strays I may
have missed. Satisfied,(though not in the way I might like), I placed
another hot towel over her crotch. 

	Her hands flew onto the towel, and with barely a few strokes, she
shuddered from quick and deep orgasm, pressing her other hand onto
firstone breast, then the other. I just sat there, partly in disbelief,
partly in awe. 

	Pushing the towel out of the way, she sunk two, then three fingers
into her dripping pussy. Sliding the wetness back up onto her mound and clit,
she began rubbing her engorged clit again, this time fully exposed to my
gaze. She lifted her head, glanced at me, and said " sorry, I have to..
"

	" No problem " I said as I grabbed my fully hard cock through my 
pants. I was still stuck to my chair, unable to make a move.

	A few minutes later, the only sound in the room our ragged 
breathing, she began to come again. I had stopped stroking my cock
through my pants, mostly out of fascination in watching her. Her hips
lifted from the exam table and a lusty moan grew in intensity. I hadn't
noticed, but she had slipped the gown over her breasts. Smallish in
size, they were dominated by her nipples. Long and bright red in her
arousal, they stood up like two small bullets as her fingernails flicked
one, then the other in rapid succession. Shuddering with the power or
her orgasm, I thought she'd leap off the table and held her legs in my
hands, my face only inches from her pussy.

	I sat stunned. Rock hard but unable to move. Then she began to
giggle. I couldn't help myself, and started to laugh as well. Soon we
were both roaring, tears running down my face.

	" I have to be going, I have a massage at one o'clock " she stated. We
held straight faces for a moment, and then began to laugh again. I held
up the mirror I had nearby, and held it to her vee for her inspection.
Smiling widely, she expressed her " total " satisfaction with my
handiwork.  

	" My husband will LOVE IT. "
	" And you can be sure that I will send some of my friends to your shop
as well. I know several who appreciate your brand of special
Attention! "

	I returned to the front of the shop, being sure to arrange my
stiffness, lest there be someone who came in while we were otherwise 
occupied. I thought that I had better see to the soundproofing of my
clinic area, something I had not anticipated. With a smile on my face, I
sat at my desk thinking if I closed tomorrow, it would probably have
been worth it, just to watch the redhead in action.

	As she came from the dressing room, she appeared rather composed and
businesslike. I handed her a receipt for my services, telling her she
could use MC or Visa or..... she handed me a $100 bill, and with a small
smile and a slight raising of one eyebrow told me to keep the change. 

	" And is it possible to make an appointment for next Friday ....
"Smiling, I indicated that so far she was my first customer, and any
time on Friday would be fine.
	As she went out the door, a tall blonde hesitated outside, but only
for a moment.

	" Hello, my name is Susan. I know I'm early for my appointment, but
could you possibly take me now? "

	Oh God, what have I gotten myself into!!!!

THE END

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