Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 18: The Palm Beach Post
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 18: The Palm Beach Post - A novel-length do-over about a man born in 1955: he lived until 2038. A retired Buddhist monk befriended Mason and caused strange things to happen. Mace died normally, only to wake up at age 13 with all of his old memories. But he's not living his life over. Everything is really different. He's on a parallel planet with a completely different history and bizarre morals. It is the polar opposite of feminism. Succinctly stated: it's a fun romp. 33 chapters. Slow start.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Rags To Riches Restart DoOver Time Travel Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex Analingus First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Voyeurism Hairy Size Small Breasts
Emilia turned and said, “You dirty girl. You KNOW where it’s been, and you are way too relaxed. I know where that mouth has been - and men don’t do that.”
Alannah smiled inscrutably and said nothing.
Emilia said, “Now I am jealous. You and this young hunk? Be still my beating heart.”
I added mentally, ‘Or your throbbing pussy.’
Emilia restarted, “So, getting back to Athena Flynn, my boss. Should I call her? You can work out the details with her, but I want to watch this stud remove her hair. I will be the one writing about it, so I need to watch it so I can report it properly.”
Alannah said, “Agreed, with one minor stipulation. Tell me what you paid Skye Fisher down in Hollywood Beach for her to depilate you.
Emilia said, “I can do better. I have Hollywood Beach Spa’s complete price list. We keep it so we know if we are getting cheated. Any time one of us at the paper gets a procedure, they bring the information right to me, and I keep the list locked in my desk because ... Well ... Hollywood Beach Spa has some rough waterfront protection. Maybe I shouldn’t give you the complete list. Just the cost for a depilation session.”
Alannah said, “That’s all I want. We have already compiled a long list of who charges what for most services. I am really only concerned with what we should charge for the ultimate in hair removal.”
Emilia said, “I paid $500 bucks. That was with a discount because I work for a newspaper. Their regular charge is $600 for a Fanny by itself.”
Alannah said, “That’s for just the Fanny, or the Fanny and the armpit areas too?”
You are dragging it all out of me. She charges $239 more for armpits.
Alannah said, “So, 839 dollars for what he did for me in just a few minutes? Good golly, Mason did that and threw in a mind-bending orgasm on top of it. All at the same time.”
Emilia said, “Bullshit. That can’t be true. I have never heard of anything like that.”
Alannah said, “Marcia, tell Emilia what Mason did to you earlier.”
“Um, um, he stuck his tongue inside me and mumbled something. I felt something all over me, and it made me squeal loudly, and I felt really faint. My Fanny and armpits are very smooth now. With my dark hair, I have always had problems with stubble itching as it grew back in.
Emilia said, “Can I feel your Fanny?”
Marcia looked at Alannah, who nodded yes.
Marcia said, “Yes, you may.” And unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off again. She ran to the door, relocked it, and giggled.
She came back to where Emelia was standing and stood there. Emelia rubbed Marcia’s mons lightly. Emilia then rubbed Marcia’s armpits. Then she trailed her hands down across the girl’s little titties. She smiled when Marcia shivered.
This was hard on me. I still really wanted to tap Marcia. She is a cute little thing.
Alannah wanted to get dressed in her office, so we left in our robes. I think Emilia went to find her clothes, get dressed, and then call her boss.
In Alannah’s office, someone had the presence of mind to put a blanket over the wet area on the Chesterfield. I took a deep breath.
We had just finished dressing when Tammy stuck her head in the door. “Miz Golden would like to talk to you some more?”
“Send her in, Dear.’
Emilia came in. I realized it was almost lunchtime. Alannah and I hadn’t talked about my hours or pay yet, and I was getting ravenous.
My stomach made its presence known: “Grrr-uuuup.”
Alannah laughed, “Trust a guy to never miss a meal. Would a large hot dog be enough, Mason?”
“Yes, ma’am, with chili on it, please.”
She buzzed reception, “Tammy, call Henry’s and get Mason a large chili hot dog. Order me a regular hot dog with mustard and ketchup. Wait ten minutes and send Aiyana to pick them up. Use petty cash, hon; if you’re hungry, order something for yourself. Emilia, you want a hot dog?”
“No, I’ll go out and get something else after I call my boss.”
Alannah hung up, and Emelia went out to the reception desk to make her call. Alannah and I were alone for a few minutes.
I said, “Boss lady, I take it I am hired?”
“Yes, of course. You’re more than an employee. You have also been my lover, My first lover, so yes, you get paid from today on. The question is, do you want a straight salary, or do you want a percentage?”
I said, “I think a percentage would be better. If nobody comes in, you don’t owe me anything. If I do well and work my butt off for you, I earn more money, and I earn every penny of it.”
She said, “If you are here, you are spending your time. If you’re not working, you’re in the wrong place and might leave to find somewhere else to work. There should be a minimum, or something. You’ve already done several depilations today. I know it was supposed to be just an interview, but I must owe you something for today. One depilation would be part of your applying for a job, but several?
She opened her desk, shuffled around, and pulled out a folder. She laid it out, picked up a pen, and started writing.
She said, “Tammy at Reception will take calls for your appointments. It would appear you are fairly quick, so the client will strip, you exchange words, do the deed, and she redresses. I estimate a half hour per person?”
“What do you think?”
I said, “I think that’s cutting things a bit close. Will we be charging them a lot of money for only 30 minutes of my time? You have left no time for me to discuss things or put them at ease before I do it. If they leave very happy, they will hopefully tell all their friends. If they leave feeling shortchanged in any way, they will tell their friends not to come here.”
She said, “I was worried they might change their mind. Get them in and out fast. I think you are right. It is important that they leave happy with us. The fact that you can do depilations will make certain they come to us. I have a good name, and you do an excellent job.”
Alannah said, “What about men?”
“EWW!”
She burst out laughing at the face I made. “I knew you would feel that way. We won’t mention it. We can hope they are few and far between. Are men a definite no for you?”
“I admit I have a secret. I don’t need to meet with a customer. It does make it much easier to concentrate. It seems more reliable to touch people. I want to forget doing men for a while.”
“OK, so you want a percentage, right? What is the percentage that you want?”
I said, “What do you think of a 50-50 percentage? If we do this right, with lower prices than Hollywood Beach, we should still do real well.”
Alannah said, “My turn to confess something. Hollywood Beach pays their Feaxist 75%. Then, you are right, what was it, 839 dollars for doing pits and pubes? I think they charge too much.”
She continued, “I was thinking more like an even number, like $300 to start, just to get us rolling. Let’s say we advertise it is $300 for the first 10 customers and see how much interest we get. She said, I also need to guarantee you at least $100 a week for your time, if you have no customers.”
She continued after a pause, “If you have one customer, you get half of the fee, whatever it is. If no customers come in for you, you still get the $100 a week for your time. We may teach you to do other things.”
I said, “Yes! What we should not do is tell anyone how many people I have done. At $300, we keep it reasonable and affordable. Let’s say the first 25 customers, rather than 10. And—we won’t tell them when we cross the 25-customer line! That will create a big rush for our services.”
“The bigger the rush, the more people will hear about my pits-and-pubes service. Word of mouth and bragging will spread the word.”
I continued, “I bet you a dollar to a doughnut, the Feaxist down in Hollywood is too greedy. By the time she figures out we are stealing her business, it will be too late. One other item: what if your existing customers got an additional $50 off any treatment?”
“OOOoooooo, you devilish person. Are you sure you’re a young boy? You think well beyond your years.”
I tapped my forehead. “I just concentrate harder when it comes to thinking about more important things. It’s a good habit to get into.”
She came around the desk and hugged me hard.
She said, “Bless my stars, but it was a very lucky day when you came in here.”
I held her close to me and slowly rocked her from side to side. She was the perfect height for me, just a couple of inches shorter.
She stepped back and looked me in the eyes.
“Um-hm. Go sit down before you start something I want.”
I grinned and sat down.
She said, “To sum it up, we have two prices: $300 for new customers and $250 for known customers. You only do the complete hair removal. We divvy it up 50-50. You get $100 if nothing happens. Is that all?”
I said, “It’s a beginning. We both seem to be reasonable people; we can make modifications later as we need to.”
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