Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 04-06

Sharon initially feared the woman was applying some hideous tattoo she could never explain. The slight pressure of the wand moved steadily across her mons, closer & closer to the top of her seam.

"Is that a tattoo gun?" The woman chortled.

"No tattoo... have room for one later now. No do that here. This for grooming. You need, since you obviously not clean up when just fucked." Sharon was horrified that what she had done with Dave was obvious to the other woman. She tried to relax, wondering what 'Brazilian V' meant. She was still wondering what they meant about not growing back: she had heard eyebrows sometimes did not grow back, but they had only colored them, she was guessing, to match her other hair. & they had colored her pubic hair, too, so she was not going to be bald again...

The process went on & on, moving across her mons & down over her labia. As the woman worked closer to her sex, Sharon was embarrassed to find she was becoming aroused. The device almost hurt where it was working, sometimes twinging when it touched her inner lips. That occurred more often as her arousal built, swelling the sensitive tissues. Just when she thought she could not take it any more, the woman leaned back. She touched a spot & another, wiped at Sharon's sex with clinical dispassion, then zapped her a few more times before she tossed the tip into a waste can & began to coil the wand on the end of the box.

"Free re-treat. You blonde but large area... will need. Come back 4 weeks." Sharon managed to nod, wanting to reach down to feel what the woman had done. She wished she had a mirror. But the woman 'tsk'd' when she moved her hand. More of the goop was applied in a quick curl that made Sharon's breath catch, it was so cold. & then the woman pushed the box out of the room, dragging a long narrow table back inside.

Sharon relaxed, recognizing a pedicure tray. The woman followed the appropriate hygiene cautions, & Sharon gave herself to the obviously skilled manicurist's care. She closed her eyes, wondering how Dave would respond when she was done. Would Shaun like it?

The woman stopped after working on each hand for only a few minutes, then deftly went to work on Sharon's toes. When she finished after only a few minutes, Sharon lifted one foot-over her head thanks to the chair's position-& saw the bright maroon hue. It was almost a red, & looked as good as any pedicure she had ever paid for. Sharon would have never chosen such a daring color, but admitted it looked good.

The woman silently pushed her legs back down, then returned to work on Sharon's hands. Sharon was puzzled as she spent several minutes running a buzzing device over the surfaces of her already manicured nails. It was not for the cuticles, & having taken care of her nails, she had expected it would go as quickly as the toes. She lifted her head. The woman gave a squawk.

"You no move. Yes, have pretty nails. Want have sexy nails. Just wait." She went using the buffer on every nail of each hand, then went back applying a thick coating of polish to each. Or a cleaner, Sharon wondered, the way she pushed on each finger for several seconds afterwards. The woman waited, then started back at the first finger, adding another coat or polish. In no time it was done, but she affixed a fan over the housewife's hands & so Sharon could not see the results while the polish dried. The tiny woman slipped foam spacers under Sharon's hands, then turned of the small work light she had been using, grousing, "No move... leave dry 10 minutes." She left.

Before Sharon could cheat, lifting her hands to examine the work, the first woman was back. She roughly pulled the dams off, then washed Sharon's hair, trimming a bit more before rinsing Sharon's brows & her mons as she had done before. Sharon shivered, surprised at how cold the water felt. Ignoring her interest in seeing her nails, the black hairdresser fussed with Sharon's hair for several minutes, then brought in lipstick, lip-gloss, lip liner, & eye shadow & eyeliner. She set about applying the make-up, going in a specific order she described to Sharon, promising it was 'all written down.'

When she had finished, she held up the small mirror. Sharon could not see much of her hair, but she saw the changes from makeup as daring as the nail polish. Sharon could not help but stare at the woman looking back at her in the glass. It was her face, but it was... different. She wondered if Chris would recognize her. A single thin dark blonde braid dropped to her shoulder from behind her ear. She turned her head, & saw that the rest of her hair was decidedly lighter than it had been, the tips almost white. Her brows were as white, & she was confident her pubic hair would be the same as well. She blinked, realizing it was not just pulled up at the sides, but that her hair was long & teased into curls on top but was shaved to an impossibly short length on the sides.

Gasping, Sharon absently lifted a hand to her face. She cried out in shock, seeing the inch & a half artificial extensions that had been glued to her once pristine nails. It felt like someone else's hands touching her face, the senseless nail tips pushing against her hair before her fingertips were close. She caught the braid with some difficulty. The hairdresser sat Sharon up, shaking her head & sniffing in disgust. Sharon glanced down her body, seeing dried splotches of semen on her skin where her shirt had ridden up. Then she gasped again. Despite the Asian woman's assurance she had almost expected a garish tattoo. But instead, her pubic hair was almost gone. Where the short lawn of hair had been growing, there was only an arrowhead pointed right at her clit. The two liens of pubic hair were as white as her brows, & were no thicker. The symmetric V stopped just above her seam. The skin of her mons was slightly red & puffy. She ran a nail-adorned hand over the skin, surprised at how smooth it was. The way the stylist was eyeing her sex, Sharon was again sure she was going to be asked to do something.

Then Dave was in the doorway. The way he looked at her, Sharon felt a quiver of pleasure; he wanted her; had arranged for these women to show her how he wanted her. She stood, holding the skirt up with her new nails & asking if he liked it. He smiled, & asked if she liked it. She nodded, then admitted it'd felt wonderfully naughty when she'd been 'bare down there.' She asked how they'd made it so smooth, & he assured her it was the 'best technology around.' Before she could say anything else, he stepped forward & reached down, teasing her clean-shaven seam, then easily sliding 2 fingers into her still hot sex. Though embarrassed that the hairdressers could see what he was doing to her, it felt so good she wasn't about to stop him. Letting her head drop back, she moaned softly as he teased her clit, nearly making her cum. Then he stopped, & said, "Well, better get your stuff before we head on. Have to get some new threads to match that new pussy."

Sharon numbly accepted the bag of supplies the hairdresser provided, & the card with the shop's number for her 're-treat' from the Asian woman. Both were looking at her expectantly, & belatedly she realized Dave had paid for the make over but she was to pay the tip. She gave each woman two 20's, then let Dave lead her back into the mall. She didn't care that the thong strap was still pulled aside, exposing her sex to anyone who was far enough below her to see up her skirt. In fact, it was all she could do to keep from putting a hand under her skirt & frigging her slit. Just walking with Dave the memory of what he had promised was enough to keep her dripping with desire. She caught his hand, trying to pull it against her sex as they rode the escalator to the lower level of the mall. He smiled, then tilted his head down to her ear to whisper, "Soon, baby... but not yet." He checked his watch, guessing he had another hour before he'd have to do something to keep her so compliant. But they were still on schedule.

Chapter 6

Dave calmly led Sharon out a different exit from where they had come in before her 'hairdo.' Not out of concern someone would recognize her; Dave knew the odds someone from the housewife's real life would be shopping at this particular mall were about as remote as getting struck by lightening. Hell, if it was the mall she always visited, he did not care. Besides, he doubted they would recognize the hot slut he was escorting to a little shop in the corner of the parking lot.

It was a cool day, & Dave smiled at the way Sharon's nipples stiffened against her thin T-shirt as they walked. Even better, the blonde housewife did not notice or did not care. He guessed she would react to what he had planned next, but from the way she had been acting since leaving the salon, he doubted she would refuse. It was good that they could slip in from the backdoor, since the storefront advertising what was inside was directed away from the mall. He did not give Sharon time to look at the small print on the door before opening it & guiding her inside with a firm hand at the small of her back.

Sharon stumbled down a narrow hallway into a big room with several dental chairs and some strange cushions. There were photos lining the hallway, but Dave did not give her time to look at any of them. The light coming through the front windows hid any detail until they were standing in the middle of the store, a front waiting area separated from where they stopped by shelves that had been put in place to double as a wall. She glanced around, eyes going wide as she realized this was what she had expected before. She looked at Dave, shaking her head, but he was focused on the athletic black man who sauntered toward them from the front counter.

The men went through some ritual handshake, then Dave introduced her to Donnie, explaining he was the best ink slinger in the state. More importantly, Dave went on, he was a brother-a fellow BZ. Sharon blushed, pleased when Donnie eyed her up & down & told Dave he hadn't done her justice. The big black man did not release her hand, guiding her to one of the couches as he asked what they wanted.

Sharon tried not to stare at the young woman with rings in both nostrils, the middle of her lip, & both eyebrows as she led a cadaverously thin guy out of her booth. The man had spider webs on both elbows, & was carrying his shirt, a gauze bandage covering some new tattoo covering his right back & shoulder.

"We're here for the usual," Dave answered as if he frequented the store.

"A'ight," Donnie nodded, opening a drawer near the couch where Sharon sat uncertainly. "Still three an two?" Dave nodded. Donnie quickly set about pulling out equipment from another drawer. "You have some of the jewelry or do you need it all?"

"I got some here," he handed the other man a plastic sleeve, & Donnie set it on the countertop by a strange looking gun. Sharon realized she had seen something like it when she had her daughter's ears pierced. She could not remember having her own pierced when she was a girl. "So where at?" Donnie said, turning his attention to the equipment for a moment, fiddling with the end of the gun.

"I'm thinking high left, belly, of course... then we'll see." Donnie nodded. Holding the gun in his right hand, he casually straddled the cushion beside Sharon, turning her head & setting his thumbs at the top of both ears. Holding her head in place like that, he rubbed her ears, then nodded.

"Yeah, this'll look good." He held her chin with his free hand while taking a small gauze from an open tin. He swabbed her left ear front & back, then holding it out from her head, he set the gun against her skin. There was a snap & Sharon gasped at the sharp twinge. Donnie ignored it, setting the gun down & quickly closing the back of the new earring. When he let go of her, she turned to a nearby mirror, glad at least it was not like the dark room where she had spent the last hour.

There were twin black & silver rings twisted around themselves & curling around the upper outer edge of her ear. Inside her ear was a setting with a tiny onyx stone. She reached up & touched it gingerly, letting Donnie spin her so her back was against the cushion. To her surprise the seat rocked back when he touched a lever, leaving her back slightly hyper-extended. He sat again on the lower portion of the chair, between her spread thighs, & rubbed some jelly over her navel with one hand while rolling her T shirt up to the bottoms of her breasts with the other, using the weight of her breasts to hold the shirt in place. He turned to the table, selecting something from Dave's sack & something else. Sharon blinked when he turned back, seeing the needle in his hand. He selected another gauze, then moved toward her abdomen.

"S-shouldn't you have gloves on?" she stammered. Donnie paused, smiling at her. Then he shook his head, speaking to Dave.

"Damn, this one's still a newbie, ain't she?" Dave rolled his eyes & nodded.

"I explained it to you a minute ago," Dave said as if speaking of something Sharon should already know, "He's a brother... one of the frat. You're a BZ Bitch, that means you're any BZ brother's to enjoy." Sharon shivered at that thought... how many BZ fraternity chapters were there. "But don' worry, Donnie's great both at this & at... well... let's just say you have to pay for it somehow..." Sharon just nodded, trying not to look angry or scared. She gasped as the other man speared her skin with the needle, but it did not really hurt, which surprised her. A moment later he was done screwing the retainer bead to the bottom of the navel 'ring.' It wasn't really a ring at all, but a stainless steel curl with a stylish shiny black B entwined by a white Z hanging from the bottom. The top bead had a similar onyx stone inset. Donnie leaned back & eyed her steadily.

"See, ain't so bad. An now any BZ knows to look out for you." Sharon nodded, then held perfectly still while this total stranger rolled her T-shirt up, baring her nipples, which sprang immediately erect as the cool air touched them. Donny grumbled appreciatively, tucking the edge of her shirt beneath her arms, holding it in place. His thumbs & index fingers worked her nipples skillfully to full hardness, then continued until Sharon groaned unconsciously, shifting her thighs together on the cushion.

Still holding her sensitive right nipple in his left hand, Donnie slipped his right hand down between her legs & easily pulled her damp thong aside. Murmuring in further appreciation, he slid his broad fingertip down one side of her mons, carefully outlining her outer labia. Adding a second finger, he spread those, then caught her inner folds in his fingers, clinically easing that pressure down the length of each side. Sharon moaned more loudly when he thrust two fingers deep into her wet sex, tilting his hand so his knuckle pressed against her clit. Her bead bloomed & Sharon spread her knees, welcoming the stranger's touch. When he pulled out of her ready pussy & turned toward the small shelf again, it took all her control to keep from asking for more.

"Damn," Donnie said to Dave, "You were right... this is one hot bitch. Any site should be totally hot." He paused, leaning close to Sharon. "Open your mouth, bitch." Sharon did not even blink, dropping her mouth open for him. He caught her chin & she could smell her scent on his fingers. "Stick out your tongue." She did. He let go, tweaking a nipple again before leaning back. "So where do you want it?"

"Want what?" she asked, assuming he meant where she wanted him to use her. He snorted.

"You doin' a three two, bitch. We on three now." He smiled at her obvious puzzlement. "You got a nice high ear piercing. You got a sexy navel piercing. Now what you want? Nipple," he tweaked her bare teats again, "Clit," a brush over her aching bead, "Labia," a tug on her inner lip where it was pouting beyond her bare pubes, "Or tongue," he patted her chin, closing her mouth where it had opened involuntarily as she realized what he was saying. For a moment Sharon could not think. This was... she could not hide this from Chris... The earring and navel ring could be a whim, but this... Which would be easiest to hide? Not the tongue... or the nipple... except did Chris really grope or bit at her chest anymore? Sure he wanted sex, but it was more like a chore... just pushing in & out & in & out.

"Hell, bitch," Donnie teased, "I can do more than one if you want... That clitty'd love having a little pressure on it all the time. Me, I think the lip rings are for show... Now a nipple ring; that'll keep you ready to play. Tongue studs are just for other people to enjoy, so..." he sat back, then reached up & alternately tweaked her nipples & thumbed her clit. Sharon shivered despite her fear.

"Better decide," Dave warned. Sharon bit her lip. She couldn't sell anything below the waist... maybe she could say Kelly had insisted a tongue stud helped with oral sex... except she never offered Chris oral sex. "Runnin' out of time, my sexy bitch," Dave cautioned grumpily.

"M-my... nipple," she said finally. Donnie nodded as if she had made the 'right' choice & began to work her turgid nipples more thoroughly. Sharon bit her lip again, moaning softly as he kept at it.

"Left or right," he asked.

"Left... let's keep it all on the same side," Dave said before Sharon could answer. Donnie nodded & released her right breast, changing hands to reach across to the drawer.

"Want the usual, D?" Donnie asked, holding up a ring much like the one in her ear."

"Yeah. I like that better than the bars." Donnie nodded, tearing the package open with his teeth. He applied the lidocaine gel to the nipple, then went to work on her right nipple & her dripping sex at the same time.

"You know, D... I think you shoulda skipped the navel... that's passé, man. But this cunt would look hot with a ring or 2."

"Plenty of time for improvements, my man," Dave assured him, "The makeover is enough she'll have every dick on campus hard with or without the jewelry." Donnie just nodded. He wiped the gel off with an alcohol swab, then deftly stabbed the 16-gauge needle through Sharon's pebbled pink nipple. Sharon whimpered but held still as he threaded the ring into place, seating the capture bead with the onyx stone & positioning it directly beneath the nipple.

"Perfect, if I do say so myself." He leaned back, eyeing the nearly naked housewife. "She a damn sight hotter than anyone you brought through before... but she's no coed..." Dave shook his head.

"Swear to God... freshman... but she's married enough, too." Donnie whistled, staring openly at Sharon, who simply blushed as they talked about her. Any moment this big stranger was going to begin using her, & to her surprise & no small fear, she was anxious for it to happen. To her surprise, he stood up, cleaning up the supplies that littered the floor & counter.

"Well, guess you want the two now, too," he smiled at the little joke. Dave nodded. "OK, my little BZ Sister," Donnie leered at her, "Just a couple more choices, then we'll get down to business." Sharon nodded, wondering if it would hurt when she put her shirt down over the new body jewelry. "We're done with the three, but now there're two more little... improvements to make." She nodded. He opened another drawer, taking out a different gun. Tearing open a paper sack, he carefully applied the needle, then opened a lower drawer & selected three little vials of ink. Sharon was shaking her head fractionally. Donnie smiled, unbuttoning his shirt... A tapestry of colored ink decorated his torso. "Don't worry, it don't hurt that much."

"But I can't... my husband,"

"Doesn't want to see what you've been doing at school," Dave warned. Then he smiled down at the trembling older woman, "But don't worry... it won't be anything garish. We have some standards for our BZ Sisters," he explained, "An ankle tat & our crest somewhere. Lots of girls use the small of the back, but some put it on the pubes... you could set it right above that pretty V they shaved down for you," Dave ignored the pointed look Donnie gave her, "Or you could put it on an ass cheek. Or as long as you keep your hair long, you could hide it at the back of your neck... that's what some porn stars do. Sharon shivered visibly at that comparison. No neck tattoo, she resolved. But where could she hide it? "Hell, I bet Donnie hear could put it inside your pussy if you wanted. Couldn't you, Donnie boy?" Though he disliked the way Dave was teasing the poor woman, he knew better than to say anything in front of the bitch. He simply nodded, then held up a card.