What I Learned by Shaving Women Ch. 04

Cathy's breathing was so deep and erratic that it startled me. Was she having a heart attack? This continued for what seemed like a minute; she was totally out of control. The pillows under her went flying because her body and ass were bouncing up and down. All I could do was watch and get out of the way when she squirted all over the place for a second time.

She grew calm and collapsed onto her back with her legs wide open. Her breathing slowed and her eyes slowly refocused.

"Mark, can I take you home? You know how to do things with my body that I never imagined. My god, you drove me crazy. Where did you learn to massage the back of my clit? Wait till I tell Shelley. I can't handle any more today. Timeout!" she whispered.

She left the table and staggered to the restroom, grabbing some fresh towels and her clothes on the way. I began to clean up and put my tools away.

After a couple of minutes passed, she emerged, as serene and composed as if nothing had happened. Her makeup did need some work, however.

She walked to her purse and pulled out an envelope, just like Shelley had done, and walked toward me.

"Shelley told me how much she paid you, but I didn't think that was enough. I added some more to it. That massage was the best I ever had. Are you available one night toward the end of next week?"

"Anytime. How about Thursday?"

"Perfect" she said, "I'm planning a big weekend with my new boyfriend that following Saturday so this procedure might come in handy. If he is really good, I might even tell him about the back of my clit." There was a new twinkle in her eyes.

"Mark, I have a girlfriend who has an important date coming up. I told her about you and she's very interested. I'm not going to give you her name or else you might have a heart attack. She wants to come May 17th as she must fly to New York the next day. Is that possible?"

"Sure. About 7:00 would work."

"I'll tell her. She is very sensitive about having this done. You'll instantly recognize her. She'll have two bodyguards with her. Don't try to talk to her other than telling her what you are going to do. I'll send you the money the next day. Just do a good job like you did for me and Shelley."

"I will." That gave me a week to worry about it. Who could this be?

With that, we said our goodbyes. I was a little disappointed that she never hugged or kissed me like Shelley did. At least she'll be back next week--my first repeat customer.

After she left, I cleaned the shop then opened the envelope and found two $100 dollar bills. That was a lot of money in the 1961.

End of Chapter 4