"Tom, I'm happy you're home from college for the summer, but we just can't give you money anymore like we used to. We need every dollar we have, and if you have the chance to earn some on your own, even if it's just a day job, you have to take it."
"Mom, this isn't a job. This is...labor."
"It's $100, and all you have to do is spend a few hours boxing up some stuff and taking out trash. Even if it's an eight-hour day, you're still making way over minimum wage. Now, I promised Claudia you'd be there by 10, so you'd better get going. Go easy on her. She's just getting over losing her husband."
She grabbed the car keys and forced them into his hand.
"Claudia said there's a lot of work to do, so bring a change of clothes."
Tom went back to his room and rounded up an extra t-shirt, shorts and socks, then headed out to the car, his face etched with resentment.
"I'll see you later," he said bitterly.
Tom tried to calm down while he made the 15-minute drive to Claudia's. The CD he was playing certainly helped, and as he got closer to Claudia's house, he was much more relaxed than he was when he stormed from his house. He parked his car in front of the attractive two-story abode, then grabbed his change of clothes and walked up the sidewalk to the entrance. After ringing the doorbell, Claudia answered and welcomed him in.
"Hello, Tom, thank you so much for coming by. I really appreciate this. How has college been treating you?"
"I've been doing pretty good, actually. The year's been hectic, so it's nice to come home for a while and decompress. How have you...been?"
"Well, much better. It took a while, I admit, to get used to new circumstances, but I think I'm pretty much back to my old self. I'm having some friends over while you're here. Do you mind?
"No, no, I mean, it's your house and that. Um, what can I do to help out?"
"So, you want to get to work right away. You have a good work ethic. Let's go to the garage."
She led him to what was supposed to be a place to park a car, but was filled instead with tools, boxes and assortment of other things that had not been used for quite some time, he could see.
"Tom, I want to be able to park my car here and just get into the house. So, what I need is for just about all of this stuff to be packed up and taken to the curb. Leave the garden tools here, and I guess all the other tools should stay, too, but I won't need anything else. It's supposed to be getting warm today, so I can make you some cold drinks. Is that OK?"
"Sure," he said.
"If you need anything, just ask. I'll pay you when you're finished."
As she went back into the house, Tom couldn't help but admire her. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, but he could also see that she worked at staying in shape. He surveyed his surroundings.
"What a freaking mess," he muttered to himself. He then developed a plan, first to get rid of what she didn't want, then to organize what she did. As he toiled throughout the morning, he saw a two cars pull up to the front of the house a few minutes apart from each other. A single woman emerged from first car, but two women got out of the second. Each had what Tom thought was an oversized briefcase. He continued to clean out the garage as he watched them go up to Claudia's front door. Once they all got inside, Tom could hear that they wasted little time in enjoying each other's company. By now the temperature was warmer, and he was certainly sweating more, but he could see real progress being made. He needed a break, so he opened the door from the garage into the house and called for Claudia. She quickly appeared.
"Can I take you up on that drink offer?"
"Why, of course. Let me get you a pitcher. How's it going? Can I see?"
"No, let me finish first. I think you'll like it."
"I can see there's quite a bit out at the curb already. About how much more is there?"
"Maybe another hour."
"You work fast. Let me get you a drink."
She returned with a carafe of ice water and a tumbler. Tom quickly downed two glasses.
"You must have really been thirsty," Claudia said. "Here, let me fill it up for you again."
She returned with more water for him.
"Anything else, just call, OK?"
"OK. I will. Don't worry about me."
The ice water charged his batteries, and now all he wanted was to finish so that he could collect his money and go home. As the last of the trash was removed, he turned his attention to all of the tools, and after he lined them up with the precision expected of a military inspection, he looked around and took genuine pride in what he had been able to accomplish. He let out a sigh a satisfaction, then said to himself, "We're ready."
Tom opened the door into the house again and called for Claudia.
"Yes, Tom?" she said as she came into view.
"Give me the keys to your car and I can park it in your garage."
He was sweaty and grimy, but she could also see the delight in his eyes at having done this for her.
"Let me see," she instructed.
Tom stood aside and watched her as she came into garage.
"Oh, my," she said, incredulous at how everything unwanted was gone and everything wanted was arranged in a way to easily find it.
"You have certainly earned your money today."
"Thank you," he said. "So, you like it?"
"No, Tom, I love it. Thank you very much. I'd say you also earned a tip."
"Oh, that's not necessary, but thanks, anyway."
"Well, at least let me offer you the chance to clean up before you go on your way. Would you like to take a shower? I have a guest bathroom upstairs."
"Um, sure," he blurted.
"So, I guess you're glad you brought that change of clothes. Bring them with you. Come on."
He followed her to the living room and saw the friends that arrived a while back.
"Hi," he said to them all.
"Everyone, this is Tom," Claudia said. "He came by today to help clean out my garage."
"Hi, Tom," they all said.
He saw that they were all seated around a coffee table with a bowl of fruit on it. Claudia's friends were enjoying a glass of wine, and each had a sketch pad, with drawings of the fruit bowl in various stages of completion.
"Uh, hi," he said. "Sorry about my appearance."
"No problem, you must be thorough," said one.
"Come on, Tom," instructed Claudia. He followed her up the stairs.
She showed him to the guest bathroom, which had a sink and cabinets in the outer room and a door leading to the actual bath.
"So," Claudia said, "go ahead and get cleaned up, and when you're finished, come on back down and I'll pay you."
"OK," he answered.
Claudia turned to look at him once more before she closed the door. Tom quickly undressed, then closed the door to the bath area, happy to be free of the dirt and sweat. The shower did wonders for him, virtually rejuvenating, as he let the hot water soak his fatigued muscles. Once finished, he dried off and went into the outer room. He quickly noticed that his clothes -- all of them -- were gone, with only an extra towel hanging on a hook on the main door. He looked around the room and found nothing. Now more than a little concerned, he wrapped the towel around his midriff and left the bathroom, heading for the top of the stairs.
"Claudia?" he called down.
He heard her footsteps as she approached the staircase.
"Um, where are my clothes?" he whispered.
"Oh, why don't you come on down? You're decent. It's OK."
He hesitated for an instant, then walked down the stairs.
"Where are my clothes?" he repeated.
"Well, your work clothes were so dirty that I thought I'd wash them for you."
"But what about the change of clothes I brought?"
"Oh, those? I have them, but I wanted to ask if you'd like to earn another $100. It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours."
"What can I do like this?" he asked, gesturing to his towel.
"My friends are all here as a sort of...art club. They were wondering if they could draw you for a little while."
"Yes, you know, pose and let us sketch. You just have to stand or recline, that's all."
He paused. "That's all right, I guess."
"Thank you! So, come with me."
She took him by the hand and led him into the living room.
"He'll do it!" she announced.
"Thanks, Tom," they all said.
"Where do you want me stand, or, whatever."
"Well, right here in the middle would be just fine."
He stood in the center of them as they formed a semi-circle.
They all looked at each other expectantly.
"OK," Tom said, "now what?"
"Take off your towel, Tom," said Claudia, not wondering why he would ask such a thing.
"Excuse me?" he said.
"The towel. Take it off. We want to draw the nude."
"Now, wait a minute. I don't think I can -- "
"Tom," said Claudia firmly, "your mother called while you were on your way over here, and she told me that you are to do everything I tell you, and that if you gave any argument, I was to call her right away. Everything. I don't think she had this in mind, exactly, but I don't know what I'd tell her. You could use another $100, couldn't you?"
"Well, I mean, yeah, of course, but I've never done anything like this."
"Just be natural, au naturelle."
"It is all right, Tom, we are your friends," said one, and judging by her accent, Tom pegged her to be from Africa.
"But I don't even know you," he protested.
"My name is Jasmine, and I am a graduate exchange student from Kenya."
"I'm one of Claudia's friends. Rosie," said another.
"And I'm Patty," added the third.
"There," Claudia said, "we all know each other now."
Tom felt resigned to his fate. He couldn't run out the door. There was no telling what Claudia might say to his Mom, and with his clothes gone, so were his car keys. He trembled.
"Could I at least turn around?" he asked.
Claudia now stood directly in front of him.
"Are you nervous? You really needn't be. If that would make you feel more comfortable, sure," answered an assuring Claudia. "Turn around."
Tom did as he was told. Claudia placed her hands on his shoulders.
"What wonderful definition," she commented. To Tom, her fingers felt tingling, causing his eyes to bulge. He also felt his penis stirring, which only became more intense as her fingers traced down his back. He wasn't so much breathing as he was gasping, even more as Claudia tugged at the towel and freed it from his body. The air felt cool to him, the sensations causing his penis to stiffen even more.
"OK, now look at me," she said softly. Tom turned his head over his shoulder.
"No, you silly boy," said Claudia, placing her hands on his hips and turning him herself. He futilely tried to cover himself and pull his hips back to avoid showing what was now so obvious, but Claudia would have nothing of it. She stepped aside so that her friends could have an unobstructed view as well.
"Tom, this won't do," she lectured. "Put your hands by your side. Go ahead. Good. Now, stand up straight. It's all right."
"But, um, I'm..my..."
"Are you worried about your penis? Your penis is part of you, Tom. You have a beautiful penis."
"Uh, well, thank you, I guess, but it's...I mean, I'm --"
"You have an erection? Your erection makes your penis even more beautiful. I think arousal is wonderful to behold. But, I don't want to speak for anyone out of turn. Let me ask my friends if any of them are offended, OK? If they are, maybe we can work out something different. Ladies, are any of you upset by Tom's penis?"
"No," they all replied individually, all smiling warmly.
"I think it is very interesting," added Jasmine.
Tom, still quivering, had to muster every ounce of courage he had and simultaneously abandon any sense of modesty as his hips returned to their normal position. His penis bobbed gently as he tried to relax.
"Maybe you're not quite ready for this, Tom," Claudia commented, "so why don't we try a reclining pose. That might help."
"Sure," he whispered.
"Go ahead and lay on the floor, on your stomach. That's it. OK, now spread your legs a little. More. A little more. Good! Fold your arms and rest your head on them, like you're taking a nap. Now, I want you to bring your right leg up so that it's pointing out to the side with your knee bent. No, that's not quite what I had in mind. Here," she said, kneeling next to him.
Claudia pulled his leg out and bent it like she desired, racing her fingers along Tom's thigh as she did so. His legs were now spread wide so that Claudia and her friends each had a clear view.
"Perfect," she observed. "Does anybody need more wine?"
"Yes," "Certainly," "Of course," they chimed in.
Tom could only hear the sounds of the glasses being filled, then silence broken by the scratching of pencils on sketch pads. He jumped when he felt a woman's hands caressing his straight leg.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Well, Tom," said Claudia, "I'm trying to capture your true nature, so by sensing how a subject feels, I can better reflect that in my artwork. It's just a theory, but it's worked for me so far. Has anyone else tried such technique?"
"I am new to drawing, so I must say 'no,'" Jasmine said.
"Patty and I are always open to new things," offered Rosie. They joined Claudia by Tom's side, each caressing his leg up and down, then on the outside, then the inside. They were perilously close to his balls. After their exploration, they returned to their positions and resumed sketching. Tom's hearing was becoming more acute, especially when he knew that only one of the women was still drawing. Claudia, Patty and Rosie knelt by his side and began their deft touch on his bent leg, obviously humored by his reaction as they also touched the bottom of Tom's foot. He gasped and flinched.
"Please hold the pose," instructed Jasmine.
As the pencil sounds filled the air again, Tom actually dreaded the silence he knew was imminent. Within a few minutes, the pencil scratchings now numbered one, and he braced for what he thought would be the worst. Tom couldn't bear to look up and see what was happening. He did, though, sense one woman kneeling to his left with another two kneeling to his right. His eyes scrunched tight as he felt three women all playing with his ass. He had no idea how sensuous it could feel. His hands were now tightly coupled fists, and his gasps became audibly noticeable as he felt their hands drift between his legs. They openly played with his balls and perineum, and they didn't seem to mind, actually, that he was twitching and moaning. Or was it whimpering?
"Ssshhh," reprimanded Claudia. "You are helping us create a masterpiece. I think it's wonderful how your scrotum is so warm and free-flowing," she said as she massaged his balls. Patty and Rosie nodded in agreement as they took their turns. They then stopped and returned to their sketch pads, giving Tom a chance to recover his composure.
"I think we all need a break," suggested Claudia. "Shall we adjourn to the kitchen?"
With that, Mark waited until they had left before he even thought about standing up. His erection was so hard that it was almost hurting him. Once he saw they had all left the living room, he reached for his towel, stood up and quickly covered himself.
"Why don't you join us?" suggested Claudia.
"Um, I'm OK right here," stammered Tom.
"Nonsense," she insisted. "Come join us. I can still call your Mom."
Tom relented and went to the kitchen. Claudia and her friends certainly enjoyed wine.
"Are you old enough for wine?" Claudia asked.
"Well, in a couple of months, yes."
"Have you ever had any before?"
Tom wasn't sure what to say.
"Maybe, once or twice."
"And underage? My, you're naughty. Here, have a little white."
Tom took a sip and almost immediately began to feel flush. It certainly helped him to relax a little.
"So," Claudia said, "Jasmine, have you ever...I mean, is this the first time that you have ever, um -- "
"- seen a white man naked? Yes," she smiled warmly.
Claudia put her arm on Tom's shoulder. She enjoyed the sensations of his muscles, even as she perceived a faint trembling. Tom, meanwhile, thought her touch electric.
"Oh," Claudia exclaimed. "So this is a new cultural experience for you in more ways than one. How quaint."
She slid her hand down his back until it rested on the top of his towel. He felt her thumb hook underneath the edge.
"Have another sip of wine, Tom," suggested Patty. He felt increasingly flush as the alcohol entered his system, accelerated because he had not yet had anything to eat.
Claudia kept her thumb under the edge of the towel as she wrapped her arm around Tom's waist, stopping where he had secured it.
"How do you like your introduction to our culture, Jasmine?" asked Claudia.
"I learn new things all of the time," she answered. "It all happens very quickly, so I may not understand something as much as I should right away."
"We aren't rushing you, are we?"
"I am not so familiar with Tom."
"Oh, Tom, did you hear that? I think we weren't being considerate of our foreign guest."
Claudia tugged the hanging edge of Tom's towel, holding on to it as fell away from his body. Claudia and her friends were amused as Tom was startled by his sudden exposure. They studied him intently as his penis stiffened. Jasmine was especially fixated on his arousal.
"Why does being naked with us make you so excited?" she asked.
"I'm not really sure," he stammered.
"This is a wonderful chance for you to become, um, 'familiar' with Tom," offered Claudia. "Take your time. We have the whole day."
Jasmine took another sip of wine. She continued to stare at Tom's penis, and then hesitantly extended her hand to sense its contours. She rested the mushroom head on the back of her fingers and lifted her hand a little, taking it away and watching Tom's penis bounce up and down afterwards.
"This is fun," she said. "Kenyan men are not like this. They do not let women explore so."
Tom's eyes were closed, gasping though his open mouth.
She gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly pulled her hand back, feeling Tom's penis glide along her soft skin. Jasmine traced circles around his foreskin, then experimented with pulling it up over the rim and pushing it back. Tom's moans would give one think that he was in pain, if they didn't know otherwise.
"The skin is very soft, but underneath it is very hard," Jasmine noted. "How do you feel when you are this way?"
"Buzzing," he whispered.
"Buzzing? Like a bee?"
"Electric," he countered.
"Here, Jasmine," said Rosie, taking her hand. "Let me show you more buzzing."
Rosie guided Jasmine's hand to Tom's balls.
"Tom may be a little chilly -- see his goose bumps? -- but his balls are nice and warm and just melt in your fingers."
"What do you call them? 'Balls?'", giggled Jasmine.
"Well, that's a slang word," explained Rosie as she continued fondling Tom with Jasmine. "The proper term, I suppose, is 'scrotum.'"
"Yes, that I know. When Kenyan women are in private, we call them 'mangos.'"
The ladies all laughed boisterously. Tom turned a distinct shade of red.
"Tom, did you hear that?" asked Claudia. "Who'd have thought we would learn so much about each other's way of life?" She was freely playing with Tom's ass by now, gently pushing his hips forward so that, to the others, he was practically offering himself. Claudia's friends knew what she was doing, appreciated even more with each sip of wine.
Jasmine and Rosie were obviously enjoying themselves while they massaged Tom, pausing occasionally to softly stroke his penis.
"Spread your legs a little, dear," whispered Claudia in Tom's ear. He complied, slightly staggering, prompting Patty to catch him by his shoulder.
"There, there," Patty said. "We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. Hey, Jasmine, if you want some real fun, go back just behind his, um, 'mangos,' and see what that does to him, like this."