Jim put on the robe and followed Sarah and Kate out of the little exam room.
The salon was like a rabbit warren of rooms. Jim felt more than a little dizzy from the champagne. Next to the exam room was a warm room just a little bigger than a walk in closet with a large tub filled with mud. It had a nice, earthy smell to it. As directed, Jim put the robe on a hook and slowly slid naked into the warm mud. The tub was set up so the mud came up to his neck. It was very comfortable.
Kate was all business. "Ok, love. This is going to be about 30 minutes. You can just relax. If you fall asleep, it's ok. We'll keep an eye on you. Listen to the radio if you like. Call out if you need us!"
When she shut the door, it was totally dark. Jim felt himself start to sweat. Jim tried to listen to the radio, but it was all talking. Some public radio interview with a woman talking about what a perfect man would do. Jim fell asleep and dreamt of surprising Sharon with a weekend ski trip to a chalet.
Soon, Kate and Sarah were lifting him out of the tub as if he weighed nothing. Jim was groggy. He felt drunk. How had that happened? He'd just had one glass of champagne.
"Come on, Jim. Let's work on that hair. This won't take a minute."
Jim didn't even want to open his eyes. He wanted to sleep in that tub for at least another hour. Kate (or Sarah) wrapped his head in a towel. If they were they giving him a shower, why cover his head?
"I can't see" he said, voice muffled through the towel.
"Good" said Sarah (or Kate). "This will just take a minute. Going to wash this stuff off of you. Arms up here and here." She lifted Jim's hands out and put them on what felt like handles. "Hold on"
And Jim was suddenly pelted with hot water, Every square inch of his skin that wasn't under the towel felt like it was on fire. Then there was the feeling as if someone was rubbing sandpaper all of him. His crotch and ass felt particularly wronged by this process. Through the towel he could smell burning. He wanted to scream out in pain.
Finally it all stopped. There was a chemical smell in the air, like nail polish remover. The towel was removed from his head. Though the room was pretty dim, he could see Sarah holding the towel.
"Such a good boy!" she said. "Most guys scream and complain when we do this. Not you!"
"Ow?" he said. Jim was still feeling sleepy, even though the pain had woken him up a bit.
"I know" she said. "But look at you! No more body hair!"
Jim looked down and got dizzy. It was as if his body had faded away. Where did his gut go? All he saw was skin that seemed to be rubbed raw with the hair removal process.
"Whoopsie!" said Sarah, grabbing up Jim. "Almost fainted there! Come on now, let's see what we can do about those muscles. Drink this!"
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