Emily had always been curious about Daniel’s workshop. Every time she asked, he would dodge the question or change the subject. One rainy afternoon, she finally convinced him to let her in.

“All right, but don’t expect much,” Daniel said as he led her down to the basement.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, revealing a stark, almost empty room. The cement floor and walls were bare, with only a simple wooden worktable in the center. Resting on it was a lone hammer. The only other notable item was a new-looking piano bench.

Emily raised an eyebrow. “This is it?”

Daniel chuckled. “Not what you expected, huh? I used to have an old piano here, but the acoustics were terrible.”

She walked over to the work bench, and let her fingers drift along the wooden surface. “Surprisingly smooth,” she said. “What about this hammer?”

“Time will tell,” Daniel said.

“Ha. Is that like ‘A good workman never blames his tools?”

“Could be,” Daniel speculated.

“So,” Emile said, “you got rid of the piano but kept the piano bench?”

Daniel shrugged. “I thought it might come in handy someday.”

“Some day,” Emily said with a nod. “Can I make something in here?”

It was Daniel’s turn to nod. “Sure. But you might have to use your imagination. As you can see there’s not much here.”

Emily grabbed the hammer.

“Heavy,” she said, setting the hammer back on the table.

“But it’s got good balance,” Daniel said. He picked up the hammer, hefted it, then set it back down. “Maybe I could help you. Maybe we could make something together.”

“But as you said, there’s nothing here but this bench. And us,” Emily said.

“Exactly,” Daniel said. He lifted Emily onto the table.

“Now what?” Emily asked.

“First off, I’m going to shave you.”

“What, my legs? Do you think I’m too hairy?”

“Not at all,” Daniel said.

“You’re not going to shave off all my hair, are you?” Emily asked.

Daniel laughed. “Nope. Just your pussy hair.”

“Oh,” Emily said. “But I just trimmed it yesterday.”

“That should make things easier,” Daniel said. He slipped off Emily’s shoes. Then her socks. She lifted her hips so he could remove her jeans. Then her panties. Emily tugged her tee shirt over her head and handed it to Daniel.

“See? Bare,” Emily said.

“Beautiful,” Daniel said. “Now lie back.”

“What about you?” Emily asked.

“What about me?”

“Shouldn’t you be naked too?”

Daniel didn’t question the request. He removed his clothing.

“Now just relax,” he told Emily. “This razor is very sharp, but I have a steady hand.”

“Oh Gosh,” Emily said, as Daniel set to work. “Yes, shave me smooth. Mmm, like that. Oh. Oh Gosh. Oh—all done already?”

“Yup,” Daniel said. “I just left a tiny tuft at your apex.”

“My apex,” Emily said. “Do you like my apex?”

“I love your apex,” Daniel declared. “But now I have to clean up any stray hairs and such.”

“And such,” Emily sighed as Daniel knelt between her legs.

“Hm, there seems to be this little bump,” he said. “And some plump petals.”

“Petals,” Emily said, “Those are— Those are—” Then she squealed for Daniel’s tongue parted the petals and licked between, up up up all the way to the little bump.