Harem

... After dinner the girls were directed to go upstairs where they found clothes laid out for them on their vanities. The outfits were all the same and consisted of a T shirt and black mini shorts. The girls pulled these on over no underwear, the girls seemed to be familiar with this routine.

... Everyone met in the entry hall where David and Jason waited. Outside was a Hummer Limo which had seats for at least fourteen. The windows were heavily tinted, so much so that Ami could not see out, not even street lights. Everyone but her seemed to know what was going on, so rather then be the fool she decided she would find out when she found out.

,,, They came to a stop and David opened the door. They were in the parking lot behind a row of shops and Frank was holding open the back door to one of the shops. Jason lead the way. As she entered Ami began to wish this was not the place they were going. It was dark, dirty and smelt heavily of incense and things she couldn't identify. She glimpsed posters on the walls that were not encouraging.

... They came out into a clean open waiting area without enough seats for all of them. After a moment Ami realized it would be a rare shop that had seating for thirteen. She saw hundreds of Tattoo designs on the the walls and in books. A Huge man, Mark, perhaps six foot five and fat enough to look under six feet, came out dragging a table. He wore a black T shirt and dark jeans. "Okay, who's first?"

... Jason pointed out Ami. Oh god, she thought, what now? Well at least a tattoo won't kill me.

... Mark attached stirrups to one end of the table and looked meaningfully at Ami. Jason told her to drop her shorts. (Ami began to wonder if perhaps death wasn't preferable to what ever was going to come next. She hadn't seen tattoos on any of the other girls and why the stirrups? Piercings? She hadn't seen any- except Agnes'. Maybe he was just going to tattoo a number on her labia, you know like with horses only on their lower lip.)

... All faces were turned towards her. (Brass it out.) A breath or two and off came the shorts. Ami assumed the position on the table. She was very glad she had cleaned thoroughly that morning and afternoon, she might even smell like soap (or chlorine). No one but her gynecologist (and now she guessed Gina) had ever seen her from the angle Mark was taking up.

... "What do you want?"

... "Gina? Persephone!" The three of them walked over to the table but Persephone dissappeared like she went under the table.

... Gina put her finger on Ami's abdomen/pubic bone. "We wanted to leave a triangle roughly topped here. These should be the corners and it should stretch down to here."

... Ami should know her own anatomy but as Gina traced the triangle she became confused. She mostly wanted to know why they were telling this to a tattoo artist. Some one produced a ball point (how appropriate) and drew the triangle on her pubic bone.

... "And the rest?"

... "Bare."

... "This is going to take some time."

... "We expected that. Is Marge here?"

... "Yeah, she's in back. Marge! Bring out another table when you come."

... Jason and Gina stepped back. (Ami wished they hadn't. She didn't trust either of them, but the devil you know ... ) Mark began rubbing some very cool liquid over Ami's lower regions. She was suddenly very cold with goose bumps everywhere. His fingers went between her legs. Ami was sure that wasn't necessary for a tattoo on in her pubic hair but she wasn't going to say anything. Jason obviously knew these people, maybe a good feel of her pussy was part of the guy's deal.

... The next sound was unmistakable, the zipper on a pair of jeans. Ami tensed up. Was part of this guy's deal a screw too? She should expect to be treated like a whore under the circumstances but how could any of the girls think positively of this arrangement? Next she heard the sound of electric clippers and felt the tugs of her pubic hair being shaved.

... She was lost again as to just what was happening. Mark was very gentle with the shaver. Ami had thought about trimming her own pubic hair. She'd done some mild trimming to keep hairs from poking around her swimsuits but never anything serious, not like a Playmate. She's thought about it but just couldn't be bothered with the upkeep. She'd heard too that it really itched when it grew back in. She wondered how much Mark was going to shave off and if she was then expected to keep it in shape herself. She tried to think back but could not remember any of the girls this morning trimming their bushes and all of them had what must be artificially neat pubic hair.

... Jason and Gina had made it pretty clear that naturalness was not one of Jason's values.

... A woman, Ami surmised it was Marge, came out dragging another table. She was equally as fat as Mark and must have been six feet tall. She set up the stirrups on the second table. One of the girls shucked her shorts and hopped up onto the table. Were they all getting tattoos? That didn't look like a tattooing gun in Marge's hand. Then Ami smelt a familiar smell. It took her a while to place it though.

... Burning hair.

... They were being electrolyscized. That would explain the low maintenance but that would take forever on her bush. And why didn't she feel anything? She should be in great pain by the time Mark was done with her. That liquid, it could have been eucaliptist extract, that would explain the coolness and why she wasn't feeling anything now.

... Ami looked around. Many of the girls were sitting on the floor, some reading, some talking. Jason of course had a chair. He was reading the newspaper but his pants were around his ankles as The Kid (what was her name?) went down on him. Ami wondered what she'd been told to release him too.

... Mark was slapping her thigh. She'd fallen asleep. Incredible!! Not much had changed in the shop. Marge was doing Gina now. Brittanie (That was The Kid's name.) was still working on Jason. Of course, she didn't need electrolysis. A couple of the girls had their shorts off, they must not have put them back on afterwards. They were rubbing their pubes.

... Mark was done with Ami. She was still numb which made her feel like she desperately had to pee. She managed to sit up. Mark handed her a tube of baby lotion. "Here, rub some of this in. The Eucalyptus will wear off after awhile and you'll want to rub more in."

... "Thanks." Was that a stupid thing to say to some one who'd just made you bald without asking? Her legs were wobbly and she had to look for her shorts. That's when she saw Persephone, she was under the table working on Mark's dick. Persephone was next so she had to release the dick and Ami saw the largest cock she'd ever seen. It must have been three inches in diameter and six to eight inches long. She was very grateful he hadn't tried to stuff that into her little vagina. She couldn't imagine that anyone could take that, and then she looked at Marge. Not much to look at but if any one could take him she was the one.

''' Agnes smiled at Ami and took up Persephone's position under the table. Now Ami understood, Mark ran a Tattoo shop which meant he generally knew the procedures for electrolysis. Jason came after hours with his girls, during the day they would make quite a scene, and Mark got a continuous blowjob for his special attention to their needs.

... Ami asked for the restroom and Marge pointed it out with a knowing (not a friendly) smile. Ami tried not to waddle as she made her way to the restroom.

... The restroom was as clean, if not cleaner, as the front of the shop. (She guessed it was only the back of the shop, the private area, that was a mess. The area that Mark and Marge lived in.) The bathroom was narrow so Ami had trouble getting far enough back to see. She had to stand on her toes to get a glimpse. She looked like she had a rash. The whole area was red with red dots. She guessed that was a normal part of electrolysis (she'd had it done once to the hair between her brows above her nose, too much trouble to repeat).

... She looked again and could just see her vulva, then she looked again.

... She could see her vulva!

... She hadn't really seen it in ten, twelve, thirteen years. It'd been covered by hair since she was about twelve but now, there it was. The pubic hair just crested her mound of Venus and stopped short of her outer labia. She was naked from there down. She couldn't really see, she jumped and then she propped one leg up on the counter. (This would be a lot easier back at the house but she had to see now and privately.)

... She was naked of hair over her entire vulva, she could see her outer and inner labia. She'd always had just a little hair down and around her anus and it didn't look like she did anymore. She'd never really looked at herself like this before and if she kept it up she was sure she was going to break her neck.

... She got down before she fell down. It was beginning to itch. She had the tube of baby oil Mark had given her, this must have been what the other girls were rubbing in to their pubes. She squirted some onto her fingers. She was very nervous, what would it feel like? She started at the top of what hair she still had. It didn't feel like much of anything, the skin was still numb. But as she spread wider she was fascinated by the feel of herself.

... She was twenty five, she'd had pubic hair for around thirteen years, while she didn't go touching herself all the time she was familiar with what her body felt like to her hand and this was someone else.

... She slipped on her shorts before she returned to the others. Mark was just finishing up between Agnes' legs. When she saw her, Agnes called to Ami and took her hand.

... Mark looked up, "This is the one you told me about?"

... Jason looked up, "Yes." He lifted Brittanie's head off his member and crossed the store with his cock pointing straight ahead and bouncing as he walked. (He really owned the world didn't he?)

... Mark quickly rubbed some baby oil into Agnes and then he and Jason lifted off her T shirt. Jason produced a jewel box with two small silver rods with bulb ends.

He twisted one of the ends loose. "One per nipple. Okay?"

... Mark took up the stud and examined it. "Sure, no problem."

... Agnes gave Ami's hand a squeeze. This was what she had mentioned yesterday. Ami somehow thought it was in the distant future. She wasn't sure why she had put Tattoo parlor and electrolysis together but not tattoo parlor and piercings.

... Mark spread some eucalyptus on Agnes' nipples. Then he cleaned them with alcohol. He pinched them to get them hard (don't try this at home) and then he began to push the rod, with a sharp end attached, through the skin of her nipple. Agnes squeezed Ami's hand. Ami looked up, Agnes was watching the procedure. "Hey, girl."

... Agnes looked up and Ami tried to hold her attention. Ami had her ears pierced years ago. She remembered that it hurt but not all that much. She looked at Agnes's ear lobes and, without looking down again, tried to compare the width. It was similar. Mark moved around and Ami looked down. The rod was protruding from the far side of Agnes' right nipple. Mark screwed on the bulb end and wiped off the small amount of blood with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol. If Ami remembered correctly that could hurt more then the procedure.

... Mark began to insert the next rod into Agnes' left nipple.There was nothing Ami could do to get Agnes to look her in the eye. They both watched the procedure with fascination. The sharp end disappeared into Agnes' flesh. A few moments later they could see a dimple on the far side of the nipple. The bump became more pronounced until the sharp edge parted the flesh. Mark pushed more of the rod through and then he removed the sharp point and screwed on the round bulb.

... Ami realized just how hard Agnes was gripping her hand. She separated Agnes' fingers and then tested to see if any of the bones were broken. The procedure must have hurt Agnes but Ami thought that she might have had the worst of the pain.

... Mark told Agnes about care and restrictions, not to swim, to be careful bathing ect. and they were done.

... Back in the car on the way home the Eucalyptus started to wear off. Ami squirmed in her seat until one of the girls (the same one from the afternoon?) said, "just take off your pants and rub in some oil." That was exactly what Ami wanted to do but for other reasons. She was fascinated by the feel of her newly bare nether regions. She'd been too ashamed to touch herself among the others but now that she'd been given license and had a natural excuse, she did so.

... While there wasn't much about the situation that made her think of college, fraternal was the wrong term, there was something about being with all these women, sharing the same experiences, that seemed Sororital? Anyway, Ami found herself liking it. She could relax some. There she was, sitting in the back of a limo with her shorts off rubbing baby oil into her naked vulva and no one thought anything of it (and she wasn't the only one either).

... It was late when they got back to the house. Jason took Brittanie, The Kid, up to his room and the girls retired to their's. Some of the girls were night bathers. Some were night and morning bathers. Some seemed to take as much preparation going to bed as they did waking up.

,,, And it was all so alien to Ami.

... Gina and Persephone and Cheryl & Beth had disappeared into their own rooms and the other girls seemed to brighten once they were on their own. Seven girls, including Ami, (she wondered about including herself but she was going to have to share, there was no doubt of that) shared the big room. The dorm room, as Ami was coming to see it. They were laughing and joking as they went through their nightly routine.

... Climbing into bed presented its own problems. The bed had one, side-to-side bottom sheet (fitted?) but five separate top sheets. Each top sheet was much wider then was strictly necessary which would keep a sheet-hog from stealing from the others. But how did the majority, the three not on the edges, get in and out once the edge girls were ... asleep?

... Ami was able to waste enough time to watch Mimi, the Asian girl, climb into the spot beside Ami's from the bottom of the bed. (She'd also managed to see more of Mimi then she'd bargained for in the process. Mimi, didn't wear a thong to bed.) In fact none of them were provided with bed clothes.

... It looked like India (the black girl) was planning to sleep in her T shirt from the evening's outing. Another, the buff one (April?), was going to wear her thong but the rest appeared to be planning to sleep in the all together.

... Ami wasn't used to sleeping nude. She could probably count the times she had on her fingers. (A couple times with guys, but even then she hadn't really slept very well.) Her T shirt stank of persperation and she hadn't seen her thong since she set it out to dry that afternoon. The shorts were too tight (and probably stank too) and the blouse had buttons. So it would be nude sleeping for Ami (or more likely, nude not sleeping).

... She managed to crawl into bed while no one was looking. She slipped under the sheet next to Mimi who was reading a magazine. She turned away and tried to go to sleep. A few moments later Maria, the Latina, was staring her in the face from the other side. Ami turned onto her back, not her best side for sleeping.

... She felt greasy, she didn't know how much baby oil she'd rubbed on her vulva but she worried now about getting it onto the sheets. Well it wasn't like Jason didn't know they'd been rubbing themselves with baby oil (and not everyone had taken a shower) so he shouldn't be surprised when the sheets turned up stained. (How often were the sheets cleaned she wondered.)

... She was tired. After her morning naps (not to mention the one while being electrolocized) she wasn't sure how she could still be tired but she was. She was also thinking about her naked vulva. Her nipples were hard again, which meant they hurt, which meant she was thinking about them too. She hoped her nipples didn't show through the sheet.

... She wondered about blankets, there weren't any. Why not? What if she got cold? It wasn't cold now but before dawn it would get cold, what then? Was the room electronically monitored and kept at a constant, what? 68%? No, 78% would be more like it. Hot enough for them to pull off their sheets so Jason could see them all naked when he came in in the morning. His harem of naked beauties, all for him.

... Ami had always used a blanket, even when it was hot outside (she'd turn down the air conditioning). She liked the weight of the blanket, it made her feel snug and safe. The only times she'd slept without one was with a man. Maybe that was part of Jason's plan too, make them all want to sleep with him. It would be so much more pleasing for him if they competed for his attention.

... She couldn't sleep, not that she had really expected too. She was so tired she couldn't keep her mind off her naked vulva. (The hair had come in slowly when she was a girl so she guessed she'd gotten used to it at the same time, it had left suddenly and getting used to it again was going to take some time.) When she was able to stop thinking about her naked vulva she starting thinking about her sore nipples and greasy crotch and the presence of women on all sides of her. (She'd thought that maybe Agnes would be beside her, Jason had directed her to take care of Ami, but Agnes was on the far side of Maria. She had the outside position.)

... The door was shut now and from the sound of it everyone in the room, with the exception of Ami, was asleep. (No one had approached her, for which she was grateful.) Playing dead was becoming excruciating. She held almost ice still. Each of them had the equivalent of a single bed, not really enough for a grown girl she thought. She wondered how long it would be before she rated a single room like Gina, Brittanie, and Persephone. (Of course Gina was the favorite, Brittanie everyone hated so she was probably separated for her own safety and Persephone? Well she still didn't know her secret even though she'd spent a couple hours with her.)

... Finally she'd had enough. Her legs felt like they had atrophied. It was damn inconvenient being anywhere but the edges of a bed. Was it possible for her to slip out of bed without disturbing the others? She had to try it. She slid down under the cover sheet and popped out the end. She silently opened the door to the bathroom and closed it behind her. She could just see light from under the far door to Jason's room, it was closed too. She turned on the bathroom light. She had to take another look.

... The counter here looked solid enough, she climbed up on it. She would know her nether regions better then ever soon. It looked kind of bizarre. The general red rash had faded but she could still see individual pin points, she wondered how long those would take to fade. She itched still so she rubbed on some more baby oil, she was slippery enough to slide across the garden cement. She glanced as she applied the oil and then she watched herself. She pushed the oil between her legs and across her anus, that felt ... cool, weird?,

... What ever it felt, it felt so!!!! What ever.

... She brought her finger back. She covered it with more oil and from bellow and parted her labia. She ran her finger around the inside of the outer lips. And then she started from below again but parted her inner lips this time. She was fascinated, not just by the sight but by the feel.

... Was this why they had insisted on removing her hair? So they could see? So she could? So they could feel? So she could? She couldn't seriously believe that this was for her benefit.

... She had been hearing noises from Jason's room and now the crying had gotten to be quite loud. She got down from the counter, turned off the light and tiptoed down the hall to Jason's door. She silently opened it a crack, just enough to see.

... Jason had Brittanie by the hair and he was entering her from the rear, doggy style. He seemed to be hurting her as he thrusted. Ami felt like marching in there and stopping it but Jason had scared her. She was a coward she realized and she hated him even more. Up until yesterday she would have come to Brittanie's rescue but tonight she was more afraid for herself and Aaron then Brittanie. (She'd always thought true courage wasn't so much a matter of overcoming risk as it was of forgetting risk and this moment was her proof.)

... Jason released Brittanie after he orgasmed. She fell on her face with her butt in the air after Jason withdrew. Ami wasn't sure but she thought the semen trickling down Brittanie's leg was tinged with blood.

... "Had enough?"

... Brittanie shook her head, there were tears in her eyes and running down her face.

... "Then what do you say?"

... "More." It was almost inaudible among her crying.

... "What was that?"

... "I want more Jason, more. Please give me some more."

... Ami was convinced that this was some sick game that Jason got a kick out of putting Brittanie through. But when Jason slipped his still hard dick (that guy must buy viagra by the gross) back into her anus (no need for lubricant this time) and grabbed her hair again, Ami saw something in Brittanie's face that Jason couldn't possibly from his position that convinced Ami she was wrong and Brittanie enjoyed this game as much if not more then Jason.

... Ami closed the door quietly. Agnes had been right when she said they all had their stories.