Girls Showers: Down Time, Week 2

[Winston Sharpe]

Winston walked into the shower, looked around and sat himself in a corner.

[Ayami Morita]

"Alright, strip," Ayami ordered, carrying in a box.

She was still fully clothed.

"We're gonna make you smell nice if I have to use all my product."

[Winston Sharpe]

"Yes," Winston smiled as he got to his feet, slipping out of his clothes hurriedly and leaving them in a heap in the corner.

[Ayami Morita]

Ayami took one of the shower hoses off the wall, cranked it to full blast, and started pelting Winston with the hot water. "How's the temperature?"

[Winston Sharpe]

The water burnt and caused him to flinch slightly at the pain, "It's fine..."

[Ayami Morita]

"Good!" Ayami said, drawing closer, and making sure Winston was thoroughly, thoroughly soaked.

"OK, you're too tall. On your knees, Winwin."

[Winston Sharpe]

"Yes..." Winston fell to his knees before her, "...ma'am."

[Ayami Morita]

Ayami whistled, and pulled out a bottle. "This is my special shampoo, I brought it all the way from Japan. It's gonna make your hair niiiice and silky smooth," she said, beginning to massage his scalp and work her fingers through his hair.

"You know you've got a lot of hair here? It's longer than mine!"

[Winston Sharpe]

"Thank you ma'am...I can make it shorter if you want?"

[Ayami Morita]

"Nah, it'll be good. It just needs some product, right now, it could be mistaken for a brillo sponge," she says, rincing him out. "Lather, rince, repeat," she hums, starting up again.

[Winston Sharpe]

"...What's a brillo sponge?" he asked softly.

[Ayami Morita]

"Rough, stuff they use to clean gunk off of pots and pans," she said, rinsing him out again and grabbing a second bottle.

"You're lucky, I don't usually use THIS stuff unless something special's going on," she says, working it into his hair.

[Winston Sharpe]

"What's going on?" Winston asked, keeping a hand over his eye-patch to make sure nothing seeped through.

[Ayami Morita]

"I'm stopping you from smelling like a pig, that's what. This is my special floral conditioner; not only will your hair be silken smooth, but you'll smell like lavender for a week," she said, scrubbing it in very carefully.

[Winston Sharpe]

"That's good...thank you ma'am," Winston smiled, "Would you like any help?"

[Ayami Morita]

"Nah, seeing your current state of upkeep, you're probably not very good at it, anyway," she teased, rinsing out his hair. "Working our way down. Clean shaven?" she said, pulling out some shaving foam and an old fashiond straight razor.

[Winston Sharpe]

"If you want..."

[Ayami Morita]

"I do, body hair is icky," she smiled, turning him around so the hot water would pour down his back.

Kneeling in front of him so they were both the same height, she lathered up his chin and neck. "Now, don't move," she said, holding the razor blade at his nose, "or I might slip, and we won't want that, now, will we."

[Winston Sharpe]

"Then we will remove it all..." Winston said with certainty.

Responding to her second statement with, "No ma'am."

[Ayami Morita]

"Mmmhmm. No stubble," she said, deftly working the razor. She's had practice doing this, but she's a little rough, jerking his head to the left and then the right as she mops it all up.

She grabs a vial of 'aftershave'. "This is some moisterizier, which I use on my legs normally, but I think your face works just as well," she says, slapping some on a little roughly. It'll sting a bit. "You're gonna smell pretty."

[Winston Sharpe]

Winston trembled slightly as the aftershave was slapped onto him, trying not to think of the sensation, instead focusing on the emotions that had been projected into him.

"Ma'am has always smelled pretty..."

[Ayami Morita]

"Why, thank you, Winwin," she smiled. "Now, stand up. Here comes the fun bits," she said, pulling out a bottle of purple body wash, next.

[Winston Sharpe]

Winston smiled as he rose to his feet.

[Ayami Morita]

Where Ayami had been rough before, this time she was much more gentle, and extraordinarly thorough. She worked the body wash into every nook, every crevice, every cranny, between his toes, up his sides, behind his ears--paying very, very, VERY special attention to a couple particularly special areas.

"Now, rinse that off while I get this next bit," she says, rummaging around in her box. "Bikini strength should be good..."

[Winston Sharpe]

"Yes ma'am..." Winston smiled as took a step back for the shower head. He showered himself down, lowering the water temperature slightly as he did so. Ayami's last comment had gone far over his head.

[Ayami Morita]

"Now, step out of the shower. This is probably gonna burn a little bit."

Ayami repeats her previous action, spending just as much time and care as before, but this time, there is a definate burning sensation involved, especially around the afore-mentioned special bits, which Ayami still lingers over, adding more and more to the burn. When he's practically covered in the gook from the nose down, she steps back to observe her handiwork.

[Winston Sharpe]

Winston is shaking slightly, his lip quivering though his mouth remains clamped shut. The gunk might have been added in excess in some areas as it drips down him every now and then.

It hurts, far more than taking a wall to the face too.

[Ayami Morita]

Ayami counts down.

"30, 29, 28, 27..."

When she gets to 0, she grabs a washcloth, and begins manually removing the gel--and with it, Winston's body hair. When the majority has been wiped away, she pushes him back under the shower.

"Boy, that stuff reeks."

[Winston Sharpe]

Looking down on his now hairless figure, Winston sighed, relieved the burning gunk was off him, though the sensation lingered. He turned to Ayami as he stood under the shower, "Is there much more you'd like to do ma'am?"

[Ayami Morita]

"Hrmmm..." Ayami said running a finger all the way down his backside. "Smooth as a baby. Let's get you all pretty and get you out of here," she smiled, reaching in to pull out a moisterizier and again with the tender and the rubbing--this soothing after the fire of the depilatory.

"You're gonna smell like a girl, but that's fine by me."

[Winston Sharpe]

"Then it's fine by me too ma'am." Winston smiled at her, breathing deeply as she applied the moisturizer.

[Ayami Morita]

With a final rinse, Winston was clean, hairless, and floral-scented.

"Come on, let's go to your apartment," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the shower as is.