Chapter 6 - Laborers and Workers - Classification 4

Working is Small Business

Under the laws of New America females do not perform work as laborers in industry nor as laborers in any other types of business. Supervisory and management positions are always held by females. Workers and laborers fall under the Classification 4 and clothing is only permitted to provide minimum levels of safety needed for that position. Male laborers are subjugated to all females within the organization and at the mercy of their direction and orders.

Benjamin (Ben) Wright was a young man of only 18 when the erosion of male rights began over six years ago. He had grown up at the edge of the city with all the freedoms of any United States citizen and as a young man he witnessed those rights stripped away. He is not a big or muscular man but very good looking none-the-less. His father was a successful hair salon business owner employing twelve stylists and assistants. Ben decided to go to cosmetology school and received his stylist license in order to support his family business. When the rights of males were stripped away, Ben saw his father lose everything and it impacted his father so severely that he has a massive heart attack and died. His mother was a stay-at-home mom and raised Ben and he saw her thrust into running the business and reluctantly take on the role as head of the household as well. Ben did his best to support his mother by working for her at the salon to keep an eye on the business. Two years after the passing of his father, his mother also expectedly died.

As a male in New America, he had no rights to buy, sell or own property so the business was confiscated by the government and ownership was later redistributed to one of the young female stylists still working there. Kiera Hamilton was just twenty-one when she was awarded ownership of the salon. Females no longer work in positions as laborers but was one of the last female graduated of cosmetology school before the government made being a stylist a male only position. As a male with no wife or keeper, Ben was forced to stay on at the salon and work for Kiera Hamilton. Although he felt cheated by the government, he was fond of Keira and was resolved to submit to her leadership and authority under the law.

One of the first business decisions Keira made was to eliminate all assistant positions. She lined up all the male stylists before opening the doors and said, “As of today, you have no assistants. You will perform all services to our female clients. In addition, I am promoting Sara Mitchel from stylist to salon manager so we are fully compliant with the laws governing labors and workers. You will obey any and all orders from Sara. Do you understand?”

Ben and the other males replied in the affirmative and she dismissed them to work. Ben was disappointed in Sara’s promotion because she was never a very skillful stylist, only nineteen years old, and knew nothing about managing a business. Because she was young and seemed a bit sex crazed, she always ogled the male stylists because, by law, they were always naked. She of course, was not.

Keira put Sara in charge and left the building just as the first clients were arriving. The late morning and early afternoon clients were typically stay-at-home moms or elderly women.

Ben’s first client of the day was Cheryl, an early thirties mom who loved the gym. She always came in right after her morning workout and shower. Being a fit and athletic woman she always wore spandex pants and tops.

Hair washing was always performed by the assistant so Cheryl appeared pleased when Ben led her to the chair reclined her head back over the shampoo bowl. Cheryl’s hard nipples were apparent through the spandex material of the cropped top and Ben couldn’t help but notice. Cheryl also took notice of Ben’s penis as his began to harden. Cheryl spread her legs apart stretching the material between her legs and formed snuggly to the outline of her bare vagina. When she brought her legs back together the tight fabric formed a prominent camel toe between her legs. Ben’s now erect penis accidentally touched Cheryl’s arm as he was rinsing her hair and he quickly pulled back from her chair to avoid offending her.

Ben raised the back of Cheryl’s chair as he finished rinsing her hair and as Ben was then patting her hair dry, she enjoyed watching his erect penis bob up and down with his movements. Ben finished and held out one hand to helped Cheryl get up.

With her free hand Cheryl grabbed onto Ben’s penis and commented, “It appears you are happy to see me today Ben.”

Ben replied, “I am so sorry.”

Cheryl let go of his penis and then responded, “Don’t be.”

Ben escorted her to his cutting chair and began giving her a trim. She paid close attention to Ben both in the mirror and when he stood in front of her. When she was finished the trim he dried and styled her hair and then offered her his had to step off the footrest of the chair.

“Nice work Ben,” she said as she went to the counter.

Ben watched her walk away with her tight pants molding closely to her firm buttocks and pressing deeply into the crack.

After a moment at the counter, Sara said, “Please come over here Sam.”

Sam though she may have complained and was prepared for the worst as he approached the two of them.

“Cheryl was wondering if we had time to perform a leg and bikini wax for her this morning and requested you,” Ben looked surprised because it was always done by one of the assistants and that she requested him. Sara continued, “We have room in the schedule so please escort her back for the treatment.”

Ben took Cheryl’s hand and escorted her into the back room.

Ben turned on the machine to heat the wax and grabbed a towel and said, “You can remove your bottoms and wrap this towel around yourself, and then lie down of the table here. You may leave your panty on. I’ll be outside until you are ready.”

Cheryl replied, “I am not wearing panties, and I won’t be needing the towel either. In addition, there is no need for you to leave the room.”

Ben was shocked at her boldness and just stood in awe and she pealed her yoga pants off. He was more shocked when she pealed up her top and took it off also.

Cheryl said as he stood there in surprise, “I may as well have you do under my arms as well while we are at it.”

Cheryl jumped up of the table, lying face down waiting for Ben to start. Her body was beautiful and Ben fumbled as he got the wax from the machine and waxing strips. She didn’t need to be waxed but she was the client so he began the procedure at her ankles. He couldn’t help but look upon her firm buttocks and bare vagina peeking out between her legs as he worked his way up each.

When he reached the top of her thigh she said, “Please do the buttock also Ben, and be sure to get it well in the crack.”

“Yes Madame” Ben replied.

Cheryl said, “And please don’t call me Madame.”

Ben proceeded to wax her buttocks as instructed. When he did both cheeks and spread them apart with one hand and waxed down the crack right up to her rose bud. Cheryl squealed when he pulled the paper away as there were a few stray hairs unlike the rest of her body so far.

When he finished her backside Cheryl turned over and he restarted the front at her ankles as well. He was constantly distracted by her tone body, bare vagina and firm breasts as he worked his way upward.

When he reached her vagina she said, “Do everything, not just up to the bikini line. Besides, I never wear panties or a bikini.”

Ben followed her instructions and she pleasingly watched him savoring the sight of her body.

When he finished Ben moved to the head of the table and said, “You can raise your arms now, please.”

Cheryl’s breasts were even more perfect close up and raising her arms made the muscles below tight causing then to jut out even more. Her areola were small perfect circles and the nipples prominent and hard.

Like the rest of her body, her under arms really didn’t need waxed but Ben went through with the process.

Ben’s erection was excruciating and Cheryl was enjoying the sight of it every chance she got. When Cheryl sat up on the edge of the table she commented, “I can help you with that.”

Ben was embarrassed and looked down at the floor in front of him.