Divine goddess

Slowly Eric returned to the world and he woke to discover a half naked girl laying on his naked chest. In his haze of wakefulness and sleep he examined the girl on top of him. Her hair, previously pinned up, was now obscuring her face. His eyes followed her smooth skin until finally they reached her ample backside. The red thong emphasized her even more and immediately gave rise to little Eric once again. She shifted against his chest and he couldn’t resist tucking her hair back out of her face. Her lipstick was worn and faded from excessive use. Eric smiled and mentally congratulated himself on bedding the beautiful receptionist he had hit it off with a few days ago.

The girl stirred and slowly sat up her hair falling in her face once again. The pendant she wore last night dangling from her neck. Recognition crawled over Eric’s face. He had seen that pendant before last night...and last night...the gears grinded in his mind as they **** questions to the surface. ‘Where was he?’ ‘How’d he bring another woman home and not catch hell from his sister?’ ‘Where was Jordan?’ The answer came to him as the girl stood and staggered to the bathroom. The front of her panties were stained with dried cum from the previous night’s escepade.

Eric jumped out of bed, kicking the lamp further under his desk as he stumbled out of his room. “Well hi!” Lauren sat up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and eating a bowl of cereal. “How’d you sleep?” She teased. Eric walked into the kitchen, immediately taking a bottle of orange juice out of the fridge and chugging it like it was going out of style. “Rough night?”

Eric choked and coughed before finally answering Lauren. “It was...fine.”

“Judging by the number of neighbors complaining this morning it was more than...fine.”

“Lauren...shut up.” The previous night played over and over in his mind.

“Fine, be that way.” She pouted. “Not like I can’t just ask Jordan.”

“No!” Eric immediately regretted snapping. “He-she’s very bashful about this sort of stuff.”

“What sort of stuff?” She enjoyed tormenting her brother.

“...We had a great time last night. Leave it at that.”

“Fine. But don’t get too attached to her, we’re going to have ourselves a girls day out later.”

“Yeah, great.” Eric muttered walking back into his room cautiously. Jordan lay on the bed, one leg dangling off uncomfortably. Eric stood and watched his friend sleeping contently before walking into his bathroom to shower. He tried to recall last night with more clarity, because there was no way he had...had...with his friend. They went to eat, had a few drinks...Jordan had a lot of drinks, they danced, they came home and...Eric stopped soaping up his body as his erection now stood full mass. “You cut that out.” He growled at his little friend. But the memory of Jodie’s warm body intertwined with his own, the taste of his lipstick, the smell of his perfume, it was impossible for his arousal to simply die away on its own. Eric turned the cold water on full blast to kill his lust

Returning to his bed side in just a towel wrapped around his waist he saw Jodie finally stir. “Hey.” He groaned. “What time is it?”

Eric picked the clock up off the floor and returned it to his night stand. “Uh, 10:37.”

“Too early.” Jodie rolled over in bed twisting the covers around him.

“H-hey...about last night-”

“Don’t worry about it.” he spoke without opening his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it?”

“Yeah. I won’t tell anyone you took dance lessons. Not like I can talk much anyway.” He gestured to the girly heels and underwear that still remained on his body.

“You don’t remember?”

“Last thing I remember is the food. I’m sorry I got so drunk.”

“No, that’s...well, about that…” Jodie groaned as he turned his head and looked to Eric with his soft blue eyes. “We, uh, you, that is you and I, we uh-”

“Did I break something?”

“Huh?”

“My butt and my arm hurt. And my feet are killing me. The Lamp broke... My fault?” With every word he spoke softer and softer as he struggled to stay awake.

“Uh...no.”

“Good.” Jodie turned back over and immediately passed out.

“So the thing is, last night, we kind of did something and...Jordan?” Eric shook Jodie but he stayed asleep. Eric sat on the edge of his bed silently watching Jodie's chest rise and fall as he slept.

Taking pity on his friend he reached to his feet and gingerly unhooked the straps from his feet. He carefully placed them under the bed when he heard a contented sigh from Jodie. Jodie had gone so far just to pay Eric back, and now he couldn't help but feel if he talked to him about last night that might be the straw that breaks the camel's back for Jodie. When Eric had decided in his mind to wait to talk to Jodie about what happened, if ever, he realized he had been messaging his friend's foot for far longer than he thought he should be. Which was none.

A few minutes of trying to stir Jodie proved fruitless so he dressed and went into the living room to have breakfast and watch cartoons with his sister.

It was close to an hour before they heard the shower running again and another twenty minutes before it stopped. "Welp, that's my cue."

"For what?"

"Spa day, duh." From the living room Eric could hear Lauren cheerfully greet Jodie and begin her own shower.

Finally, the girls were dressed for a day at the mall. After a quick stop for lunch and mimosas, Jodie enjoyed a nice hair of the dog to ease his hangover and bruised bum, and they had arrived.

Lauren wore a denim skirt, cork heeled ankle strap sandal paired with a white top that hugged her curves topped with a pair of pink sunglasses. It was a shock for Jodie to see someone who dressed pretty inconspicuously to now be dressed so flamboyantly. But as Lauren explained, "Sometimes you just gotta cut loose and have some fun."

Jordan meanwhile had enough fortitude to dress himself in jeans and a loose t-shirt he had seen Becky wear occasionally.

The girls arrived at their first destination and the source of Jodie's most current dread. The Mermaid's Spa and salon. As they entered the spa, the tranquilizer Jodie took after his shower, hoping it would dull the pain in his butt and feet. So far it had not but he was starting to care less about his bruised and banged up body. "Welcome ladies," a large statuesque woman greeted them cheerfully, "I'm Anara, how may we help you today?"

"We had an appointment for two, for your divine goddess package."

"Oh yes, right on time ladies. If you'll follow me."

The woman led them through the front of the store which held four stylist chairs, three dryers and two wash stations. "Really? Divine goddess?"

"It's what it's called. And what we are." Lauren smirked and bumped Jodie.

Passing through a second door located on the far wall they entered a smaller area which held the waxing station and a singular esthetician typing away on his phone. "Brit? Your 12 o'clocks are here."

The fair haired man stood with a cheerful smile. "Yay! You girls ready for some fun?" The too tall man stood uncomfortably close to Jodie and examined him closely. "Oh honey," he turned to Lauren, "you don't mind if she goes first do you?"

"Of course not." Lauren smiled leaving with Anara for the waiting area.

"What's your name sugar?" Brit led Jodie to the padded table.

"Jodie, uh Jordan."

"Oh well nice to meet you Jodie. I'm Chris, but everyone calls me by my stage name." Brit pulled back a large thick curtain revealing the table, beside it was a small stool and a wire frame Brit couldn't figure out its purpose. "okay sweetie, get naked and under the covers and I'll be back."

"Naked?" Jodie felt the need to protest for the first time but it was quickly silenced by the lanky Brit.

"Of course, we'll be cleaning all the nasty hair off of your gorgeous body." Brit closed the curtain behind him and cheered, "Be brave, girl! You got nothing to worry about with Brit!"

Slowly, Jordan disrobed down to his plain white panties and quickly hid under the thin sheet. The bed was warm as if someone slept on it recently, or judging from the length of cords extending from it to a wall plug in, it had a heating mechanism. Whatever the reason Jordan was comfortably warm. A small saving grace he told himself when Brit called behind the curtain. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." Jordan closed his eyes and tried to focus on the tranquilizer, willing it to become stronger if he could. To be lost once more in the familiar fog.

Brit opened the curtain with a flourish and sat a small container of hot wax beside the warm table. "So what brings you to me? Was it my sterling reputation?" Brit delicately and with a practiced hand spread hot wax over the top of one eyebrow before covering it with s thin slip.

"Uh, no. My boyfriend's sister is visiting and wanted a girls' day. This is actually my first time doing...any of this." It barely registered to Jordan through the light fog that he had referred to Eric as his boyfriend when he didn't have too.

"Oh well you're in luck because I am much more gentle than the other girls."

"Other?"

"Okay, sugar, this is going to hurt a little bit but trust me, through pain comes beauty."

"Wa-fuck!" Jodie grimaced as the wax, along with much of his eyebrow, was ripped from his face. The pain was quickly replaced by fog.

"I know sweetie. I know. It's a bitch but it came out great. We won't have to bother that one again.

"I thought you said you were gentle?"

"Oh I am." Brit prepared the second eyebrow while he spoke sweetly. "But it's not painless. The good news is you won't have to deal with it for a couple weeks. 2 months tops." Another swift yank and most of his eyebrow was gone. He now sported, thin, arched, brows. "Now don't think I'm gonna leave you to suffer." Brit began once again spreading something over Jodie's brows. Instead of a hot sticky substance he felt a cool gel. "There. That'll take care of any redness too."

The rest of the waxing continued much in the same way. Sudden heat and pain, followed by relieving coolness. Brit took out any hair on his legs Jodie hadn't already culled in the shower until he was silky smooth from bottom to top. Save one final area.

"Okay hun, this is where it's going to really hurt. But we're big girls. We can persevere."

Before Jodie understood what the confusing man had meant the sheet that offered him his only protection was rolled up revealing his basic panties.