Chapter 6

The VIP receptionist guided Fran toward one of the massage rooms. Fran was still in a daze from the orgasm she had on the huge strap-on dildo Ms. Jansen used on her virgin pisha. Thoughts were running through her head.

‘Oh my God! I’m not a virgin anymore. It felt so good! Why did I wait so long to have sex? Am I a lesbian? My pisha is so sensitive with no hair on it! I look like a little girl down there! I want more! There’s a fire in my pisha! I ... I’m so ... horny! That’s it ... Horny! God help me!”

The receptionist led Fran into a massage room. She helped Fran out of her robe and had Fran lay face down on the massage table, which was already covered with a clean towel. She then draped another towel over Fran’s naked butt.

Fran noticed that the room wasn’t nearly as lush as the suite they just left. There was one chair, the massage table, and a counter with a sink and cabinets.

“The masseur will be with you shortly, my name is Jenne – like Jenn A - if you need anything. Just dial ‘0’ on the phone and ask for me,” she said and left the room.

After a few minutes, Fran snapped out of her daze when she realized that she’d left her clothes and purse in the suite. She jumped off the table and grabbed the robe. She dialed the phone and asked for Jenne.

“My ... my things are in the other room,” she said when Jenne got on the line.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get them for you,” Jenne replied.

Ranting Fran returned, “Oh no! I need my things now! My dress is torn, and you need to fix it! I can’t go out with a torn dress! I have things in my purse that I need! You can’t steal my things! I ... I need my BLOOMERS!”

“Please, Fran, let me help you. I’ll...” Jenne started to say, but Fran hung up the phone.

She tied the robe on and left the massage room. When the door closed behind her, she wasn’t quite sure which way to go to get back to the suite. She decided that she’d better wait for Jenne to return but found the door to the room locked.

Fran waited a few minutes, but Jenne didn’t arrive. She felt extremely vulnerable in the tiny robe. She’d never been out of her house with no bloomers on! She needed to get her things and decided to try to find the suite. She took her best guess at the right direction and walked that way.

Walking around nearly naked was making her feel hornier. Only her doctor had ever seen her in this state of undress. Before today, that is. She could feel the air on her newly bald pisha. Her nipples pushed out the fabric of the robe.

She made a few rights and lefts but didn’t see anyone at all to ask directions. She heard what sounded like power tools and hammering and headed that way, hoping that someone could send her in the right direction. She found the construction zone and kept walking toward the noise. Her bare feet could feel debris on the floor as she walked.

A construction worker came around the corner carrying some broken sheetrock and wood. He stopped when he saw Fran and dropped what he was carrying. He wore heavy jeans, a black t-shirt, boots, and a hard hat.

Fran’s pisha quivered when she saw him. ‘Would he? Could I?’ she thought.

“Ma’am, you can’t be in here. Especially with no shoes,” the tall, black construction worker said.

“I ... I’m sorry ... I was just looking for my ... my friends, and...” Fran stammered as she tiptoed toward the man.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself. My name’s Jimmy. Let me help you,” he said as he came over and picked Fran up.

She wrapped her arms around his strong neck as he carried her with one arm around her back and the other under her knees. The bottom of her robe opened, and she knew that her pisha and maybe more were exposed.

Fran melted in the man’s arms. Her pisha was dripping wet as he carried her farther into the construction area. The sounds of hammers and power tools were getting louder. Jimmy rounded a corner and entered the construction area. Fran noticed four other workers there, busy with their work.

Instinctively, Fran reached around with one of her hands to cover her throbbing pisha.

They went unnoticed, at first. Then Fran noticed a tug at her robe. Jimmy noticed it, as well and stopped walking. He turned around to see the hem of the robe hung up on a nail.

“Oh!” he said, “I need to put you down here for a minute. Be careful not to tug on your robe. The walls here are unstable and you may cause it to collapse on us.”

Jimmy carefully set Fran down on her feet. The nail held the hem of Fran’s robe open and up over her waist. She was naked from the waist down. Her newly bald and very horny pisha were in full view. She resisted the temptation to tug her robe free of the nail, afraid to cause a collapse. So, she shot both her hands down to cup her nakedness, keeping her back to the wall. Her knees nearly gave way as her hands touched her sensitive pisha.

“Jimmy!” she shouted, “I’m naked!”

Her scream alerted the other workers to their presence, and they stopped working and looked over at her and Jimmy. They put their tools down and walked over, shouting at them to be careful of the unstable wall.

In a matter of seconds, she was surrounded by six hunky construction workers.

Jimmy pulled Fran away from the wall a bit and turned her around. She shot one her hands around her body to hide her butt crack from the crew.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” he said, “It’s on there good. We have to take this robe off you, or we’re fucked.”

“No! Please! You can’t! I’m naked!” Fran pleaded.

Her plea was ignored, and Jimmy untied the belt of the robe. He opened it, exposing her perky tits and swollen nipples. Fran had three places to cover now and only two hands. She tried to turn her butt back to the wall and shot her arm up to cover her tits. Then picked a knee up and crossed her leg in front of her pisha, keeping her hand between her legs.

“You have to move your hands, so I can get the robe off,” Jimmy said, “Please, be still. It’s very dangerous.”

Jimmy lowered the robe from Fran’s shoulders as far as he could without Fran moving her arms. He gently grabbed the hand covering her chest and pulled it away, exposing Fran’s tits to the crew.

The workers couldn’t resist whistling and commenting on Fran’s naked tits. She felt herself blushing and her nipples swelled to meet the workers’ stares.

Jimmy slipped the robe off Fran’s arm and her hand flew back up to cover her tits. She unconsciously rubbed her pisha with the hand between her legs and felt the wetness.

“Come on,” he said, gently grabbing her wrist, “one more.”

He pulled her hand from between her legs. Fran instinctively shot the hand that was covering her tits down to cover her horny pisha. The sound of her hand slapping her wet, naked flesh left no doubt about the condition between her legs.

Jimmy pulled the robe of, leaving Fran completely naked in front of the six construction workers. One of them reached out and pulled Fran away from the wall and the workers closed in and made a tight circle around her. She tried to reach for the robe but was pulled away.

“No!” Jimmy said, “Just leave it there.”

“Please,” Fran begged, “I’m naked! I need something to wear!”

One of the other workers said, “We don’t have anything, do we?”

A chorus of ‘no’ rang out from the other workers.

Jimmy said, “You can’t go back that way naked. Come this way and let’s see if we can find you something to wear. You have to be careful though, with those bare feet. Give me your hand.”

Jimmy grabbed the hand that was covering Fran’s tits and one of the other workers grabbed her other wrist. The pulled her hands to her sides, completely exposing Fran’s nakedness to the crew.”

“Oh!” Fran said and allowed herself to be guided away, naked. She tiptoed her way through the debris on the floor of the construction site, holding the workers hands. Her nipples were dark and swollen and her clit throbbed.

I took care of Ms. Jansen’s needs with the big strap on dildo. I had to stop several times to avoid cumming myself as the belt rubbed my horny clitty. Eventually, I found a rhythm that kept me on the edge but didn’t send me over. She had two orgasms before we were interrupted by a voice from the living room area.

“Hello! We’re here!” A young lady’s voice said.

“Come in,” Ms. Jansen replied.

Michelle and one other girl entered, and Michell said, “This is Katie, she’s a new nail technician and masseuse.”

Katie was around the same age as Michelle, blonde and beautiful. She stood quietly with her eyes pointed down to her feet.

“Hello Ms. Jansen, it’s nice to meet you. I hope my work exceeds your expectations,” the Katie said.

Ms. Jansen addressed Michelle, “Does she know the deal?”

Michelle responded, “Yes, Ms. Jansen. Katie has been briefed and is ... ready to please you.”

“Good!” Ms. Jansen said, “I believe Ms. Connor left instructions for Suzy’s make-over?”

“Yes, Ms. Jansen, she did.”

“Soooo ... what the fuck are you waiting for?”

Michelle jumped and sprang to action. She told Katie to work on my nails first while she tended to Ms. Jansen. Very quickly, Katie had my feet in a bucket of hot water and Michelle was working on Ms. Jansen’s hair.

“Michelle, don’t you think you two are a bit over dressed?” Ms. Jansen said.

“Yes, Ms. Jansen,” Michelle replied and started removing her dress. She motioned for Katie to do the same.

In no time, Michelle was naked. Her C-cup titties were perfect, no sign of sag. Her pink nipples pointed up to the ceiling. Just a hint of inner lips protruded from her bald little cunny.

When Katie’s uniform dress fell to her waist, her C-cup titties came into view. I was surprised to see that they were saggy, especially for someone her age. She had large dark areola with short, dark nipples. But that wasn’t the biggest surprise. When she pushed her uniform all the way down, a leather chastity belt came into view!

I squeezed my thighs together against my clit and almost had an orgasm, but I controlled myself. I must admit that I was jealous of the girl.

“Ooooo!” Ms. Jansen squeeled, “So I see who that last order was for!”

She called the girl over and checked the fit of the belt. She was barely able to slide a fingertip under the belt but couldn’t get anywhere near the girl’s cunny.

“Fits perfectly!” she said, “how long have you had this on?”

“Four days, Ms. Jansen, except once a day for cleaning,” Katie replied.

“Wow! I bet you’re really horny.”

“Yes, Ms. Jansen. I’m very horny.”

“Well, that’s the idea, I guess,” Ms. Jansen giggled.

The girls went back to work. Michelle’s firm titties bounced a little as she worked while Katie’s swung back and forth. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and tried to enjoy my pedicure. It had been a long time since I felt so pampered. As soon as I did, a voice got my attention.

“Excuse me, Ms. Jansen. There’s something you need to see,” Jenne, the VIP receptionist said as she entered the room.

“What is it?” Ms. Jansen asked.

Jenne turned on the large-screen TV that was in the room and flipped to a channel.

“We have a section under construction,” she said, “and your guest, Fran wandered in somehow. We have this on our security cameras.”

The screen showed Fran in the middle of a circle of construction workers. She was naked! The workers were pushing her around the circle as she struggled to keep herself covered with her hands. She was getting a few slaps in the butt, too. Unfortunately, there was no sound. The camera must have been on the ceiling and off to the side, since we got a good view down into the circle.

“Are you recording this?” Ms. Jansen asked.

“Yes, Ms. Jansen,” Jenne replied, “all security cameras are recorded and kept for one week.”

“Make sure this one is saved with the rest of Ms. Connor’s video. And send me Fran’s contact information. I know you’re not supposed to but do it anyway.”

“Of course, Ms. Jansen, I’ll see to it right away!” Jenne said, “Will there be anything else.”

“Yes, would you be a dear and gather our things from out on the patio?”

“Of course, Ms. Jansen,” Jenne replied and left the room.

“Well, well, well, Fran,” Ms. Jansen said, looking up at the TV, “welcome to the club!”

So much for a relaxing pedicure. My eyes were riveted to the screen while stealing glances at Michelle and Katie. My clit throbbed wondering how Katie felt having her cunny sealed away from her and watching the hunky construction workers start to undress while passing Fran around.