Even evening out evades equity

“Alright, sounds like she’s almost here, so go ahead and slid off the bed so we can you get you on the pedestal. Remember! Don’t be too rough on those pads on your feet! Don’t need you running a marathon and ripping them up!”

Paul nodded and started to stretch his legs out and slid down. As he moved to put his hands down to steady himself, she admonished him, “AND keep your palms down and away from you! Don’t need you getting that cream anywhere”

“K,” Paul responded. He slowly wiggled his way down on his butt, and then slid down and plopped onto the balls of his feet. Keeping his hands out to try to balance, he took a few tentative steps forward to steady himself.

She was a little surprised to see him standing with such a ‘light in the loafers’ stance with his elbows, wrists up, and palms out, but realized it explained a lot about this client considering how he has been acting. Realizing she was staring & judging again, she admonished herself silently and got back into guiding the nude man over. “Okay, honey, just walk over her to the pedestal for momma so we can get you all fixed up.”

Paul was wondering just how Southern this woman was calling herself “momma”, but proceeded to walk over. Staying on the balls of his feet so as to not damage the pads, he kept one foot in front of the other and arms out for balance. He was glad he’d been working with Bill this week to get started to walk odd; it seemed to be easier this way.

Halfway there, the door flew open and in came a cart with the stern woman from earlier this week pushing it, “hey, Nancy,” she announced to the attendant, “hello again, Paul. Glad to see you back.”

The technician caught herself as she suddenly saw this formerly arrogant, condescending jerk swishing his naked way across the room like some sort of trashy stripper. She had to steady herself to remove the shock from her face. This explained so much about last time! This poor boy must have been so ashamed of himself and afraid to come out!! She is so glad they’ve been able to make him feel so comfortable.

“Oh, uh, hello. Thank you again to agreeing to help,” Paul bashfully replied realizing yet another woman was staring at him naked. He continued to try to focus on his walking and keeping his balance; the last thing he needed was for them to get upset about ruining the pads or cream.

“Yes, I do see I got my work cut out for me,” noticing his streaked legs and pale body, “but I’m sure we won’t run into any problems like last time, will we Paulie?” The diminutive just seemed to fit the denuded man child before her, but she realized she should be more accepting of his choices.

“Oh, he’s been such a good boy for, momma, haven’t you, deary?” the attendant, Nancy apparently, responded; trying to play to the man’s comfort zone.

“Oh, definitely looking forward to get this all resolved,” Paul responded as he stepped up on the pedestal and stood there on the balls of his feet.

“Very good than,” the technician responded as she got her cart over next to him. “Now, Nancy is going to stay to observe the technique for her own education,” she informed him, but then tested him, “you don’t mind, do you?”

“Uh, no, not at all. You do what you need to.”

“Good!” she was glad to hear he wasn’t fighting. “Now, Nancy, go ahead and put the eye covers on him and we will finish those off by hand afterwards. Paul, you can put your feet straight down and spread them about shoulder width apart. It's Imperative you stay as still as possible and keep your balance in case I need to turn the platform,” she clearly knew how to instruct the room.

“Oh, okay” Paul extended his arms out as he planted his feet apart. He almost felt more exposed as his sack seem to dangle in the cold and pull in to his warmth a bit.

Nancy finished putting on her fresh latex gloves and grabbed what looked like small opera glasses and brought it up to his face, “okay, just close your eyes gently; don’t squint, honey. These are going to stick to your lids but don’t try to open your eyes as they could pop off.”

“Oh, okay.” Paul said as his view went dark.

“Oh, Nancy, grab the snorkel, too,” the technician pointed to a long straight tube. “Paul, this is another item to help with this since we’ll be doing this for a while. This will allow you breathe freely without covering up your face and insuring you don’t inhale the product. Just keep it in while we do this.”

“Oh, um,” Paul was noticing his throat was really getting dry, “before you do that could I get a drink; I’m feeling really parched.”

“Oh, sure, hun!” Nancy responded and grabbed his tea with the big straw. Bringing the straw up to his lower lip, “there you go.”

Paul could feel the straw and reached out for it with his tongue and then moved his head down to meet it. He took a sip, but felt the straw at only the tip of his lips so steadied it with his tongue and dove his head down further on the straw and started sucking harder.

The two women were a little surprised at the garish display of oral technique and both looked at each other with a bit of jest as Nancy made a lewd gesture mimicking a blow job, the technician had to suppress a giggle with silent mouthed ‘STOP’ as she tried to control a laughing fit.

As Paul emptied the cup with an audible sound unaware of the activities around him, he let the straw go with just a bit of saliva between the stray and his cream covered lips before panting out, “thank you,” to the girls.

They nearly lost it picturing him finishing off some beau in a porno, “sure hun, let me just get your ummm snorkel fixed up.”

Bring the large, filtered tube up to his mouth with the internal bite guard on it, she instructed him, “now open wide. I’m going to put this in your mouth and there will be a pressure guard inside to rest your teeth on and help counter balance the weight as there is a filter out in front to keep it away from your face. Now, it's imperative you seal your lips around the shaft of the tube to ensure their air is only going in and out the filter, okay”

“Ok,” Paul opened wide and Nancy placed the apparatus in his open mouth.

“Alright, now gently close your mouth around it and seal up your lips, hun.”

Paul did as instructed, but felt odd leaving his mouth open so much. He hoped this doesn’t take long.

“Alright,” the technician started, “we’re going to start at your legs since we need to focus the repairs there, then we’ll match the tone as we go up.”

Paul nodded in response.

The technician caught him, “no, Paul, you stay as still as you can. I’m giong to be relaying to Nancy what I’m doing for instructional purposes, but unless I say ‘Paul’ just ignore it and focus on standing there as my perfect model.”

Paul didn’t know what else to do but just stand there.

“Perfect, Paul. Okay, Nancy, here we go.”

Paul tried to listen in the instructions, but he was noticing it was getting harder and harder to interpret what they were saying. He could feel the spray going over his legs and the occasional brush or something.

Most of their discussions centered on techniques and motions while pointing out how there were spots indicating sweating with hair, poor maintenance, etc. What little Paul could follow of the discussion reminded him of his mistakes so he just tried to focus on the soothing background music, and think about playing with Molly later.

They continued up past his legs and ensured the rest of his body was evenly done, but has passed over his groin area. It felt really odd to Paul to have spray hitting the side of his face and top of his head, but he just ensured his lips were locked around the tube, eyes closed, and breathing normally.

After a long pause from the spray, Paul suddenly realized they were saying his name trying to get his attention. “Paul?? PAUL?!?”, the technician burst out.

Paul grunted in response because he didn’t know if he could move yet or not.

“There you are. Was wondering if you heard me or not. I was asking if you were okay for me to continue on; are you, Paul?”

Paul was a little surprised as he wasn’t expecting her to have to stop for some reason, so he just grunted out “uh-huh”

“Ok then,” she sighed big and continued on her tutorial, “now, the is a part you have to pay particular focus on, Nancy, because not all customers are ready for this, but when they do, you need to be ready to do this. Now our solution is completely natural, non-toxic, and safe over all skin coverings, but you still need to be careful here.”

Paul was trying to figure out what they meant, but the kept droning on.

“Now, obviously on other anatomies it’s a different consideration but here you must be very clinical and keep it professional. Now luckily the skin is already pulled taught, but it may become necessary to handle stretch the epidermis if you find it wrinkled, especially as we have below. Now, due to the temperature change, the target may move or adjust without the subject's cognitive direction, but if you need to, just pause and adjust as needed.”

Paul suddenly felt the spray going up and down his engorged cock that he was sporting unconsciously from his mental playground thoughts.

“If you notice closely, you’ll see the inflation is decreasing, so you need to try to be quick and precise while you can.”

With the coldness and embarrassment, he could feel it weaning away again and he was utterly ashamed of it.

“Now, you’ll see we need to pull this straight to remove the wrinkles, but you must be careful of the internal organs and not to disturb them so pull from the looser areas and again, deliberate and quick.”

Paul could feel his nutsack that had retreated into him being manipulated. It was already odd having the hair absent on the area, but the cold air & clinical pull was doing nothing for his mental playground. He found only brief solace as the seemed to turn the pedestal away from facing his cock.

“And since it was prepped earlier, we can also give this area a nice even natural coating as well,” to which Paul felt his cheeks being spread behind him and a spray going over his hole. He couldn’t help but flinch a bit, but was admonished quickly with a slap to the butt and a “stay still! Need to do this correct.”

“Once you feel completed, take some time to back over the subject. Rotate in reference to the light source too, to ensure that it is even coverage and not just ligths & shadows playing with,” to which Paul could feel himself being periodically turned left, or right via the turntable beneath him. Without his eyesight, he could feel his inner ear being taxed heavily to keep his orientation correct.

Just in time to keep from fulling losing balance, Paul heard the cart being turned around and sounded like tools being tossed around.

“Alright, time for the closeup work on the eyes now. Nancy, this should be fairly familiar to you, why don’t you go ahead and do this.”

“Oh, uh, okay, sure,” said Nancy as she stood on a step stool next to the platform. “Okay, Paul, I’m going to remove your eye covers now, but keep your lids closed, you ready?”

A grunt around the apparatus from Paul of, “uh-huh”

“K,” Nancy removed the covers, and Paul could sense the presence of light but kept his eyes closed. He could then feel Nancy painting something onto his lids with a brush or something.

“Alright, now slowly open your eyes and blink as you adjust to the light,” Nancy said and he finally was able to open his eyes and focus some. Nancy how was usually much shorter than him was now suddenly at eye level with him; maybe a bit above.

“Perfect. Now look up for me,” Nancy instructed as she went to her tool belt for the next item and started brushing out his lashes as they taught her to-do before the cream finish while the technician finished getting pieces together for the next product.

Getting through both sets of lashes, she then puts the mascara away as she grabs some of the finishing cream.

“Once you’re done applying the solution, it is then vital to apply the finishing cream,” the technician continued with a bit of frustration, “as this subject can attest, leaving this out can absolutely ruin the results.”

Nancy giggled a bit as she applied the cream to his eyelids, “oh, most definitely.”

“There, done!” announced Nancy.

“Perfect! On to the finishing cream.”

Paul could hear the switch of gloves but could only sense the motion behind him and not anything.

They then proceeded to rub the finishing lotion all over his skin givin a slight luster as it locked in the solution to keep it from spreading too easily. However, they both passed by his groin again proceeding directly to his torso before moving to head and arms.

Nancy proceeded to remove the cream from his palms and wipe off the nail applications leaving bright shiny nails, before proceeding to remove the pads from his feet and cleaned his toenails leavin the same sheen.

Paul suddenly realized his arms had been outstretch at his elbows almost the whole time; his elbows just remaining just away from his body, but left his triceps away from contacting his side.

“Alright, Nancy,” the technician finished his head, “why don’t you go get his change of clothes and let them know where nearly done while I finish up here, k?”

“Oh, yes!” a relieved Nancy blurted out, “definitely! I’ll be right back! Thanks!”

After the door closed, the technician spoke directly to Paul, “I could tell she was getting nervous about this part. I have to admit, this isn’t as common, but I admire your commitment to the consistency.”

Paul looked at her rather quizzically.

“Its okay, not everyone has your... confidence or... calmness to … trust.” Paul was really not following her.

“Anyway, there are a few final areas I need to apply the cream to. Now, when I do, it is very likely your body will produce an involuntary, but natural response. Please try to remember this is a professional, clinical setting. Do not be ashamed of the response, but do not expect anything further than the application of this cream. Do understand, Paul?”

“huure,” Paul tried to confirm though he really didn’t.

“K,” said the technician as she lathered up her hands generously, “it is imperative you ensure you fully cover your body after every full body session,” as she begin running up and down his shaft, “and ensure it coats all spaces as it will absorb as is applied.”

Paul tried to ignore the touch but it felt waaaaaaay too much like a hand job, and could not stop the erection building no matter how much he focused on sports or older relatives. She continued to manipulate his balls, across his taint, and reaching back behind him and between his cheeks. It almost felt like his skin was full of pins & needles and his cock continued to grow.

She swiped a figure around his starfish ring, to which Paul let out an involuntary moan as a bubble of precum reached his tip.

“All done,” the technician announced as she stood up to remove his ‘snorkle’; Paul stood their painting through an open mouth, still forming a clear ring they were wrapped around before.

At that moment, Nancy came in holding a pile of clothes, “oh, perfect! You’re done! Jewel wanted to see the finished product, too.” As the electrolysis tech came in behind her.

“Oh, wow!! Ya’ll did an amazing job!! He looks great!”

Paul was feel his cheeks fill as he was not comfortable with 2 girls in here with him naked, let alone 3.

“Yes, now, come look for yourself, Paul,” the technician instructed holding one of his still outstretched hands as she gestured towards the mirror.

Paul took a tentative step off the pedestal, but the floor felt ice cold. However, she was nearly dragging him to the panel of mirrors in the corner so he began following her as quickly as he could on the balls of his feet.

Nancy and Jewel, the electrolysis tech, had to hug each other to keep from giggling at this grown man prancing on his feet with his wrists out behind the technician.

Stopping in front of the mirrors he was amazed at the transformation of his legs; they looked absolutely smooth and perfection. Even more impressive was that same tone seamless followed up his body...

Until he got to his lips. His lips still had the protective covering on them, but the spray had bled over it except where it was around the snorkel. When he closed his mouth, it gave him an almost tiny, heart shaped mouth.

“uh, my lips,” he gestured up to them.

“Oh! Sorry!” Nancy exclaimed and rushed over next to him, and in a single swipe of she had the protective covering removed like a skilled nurse removing a band-aid.

Looking back at his lips, they seemed almost cherry red in comparison to their previous covering. The finishing cream seemed to give a bit of sheen or at least glow he didn’t expect. Somehow, even his eyes appeared bigger. If it weren’t for being naked in front of these 3 girls, he’d like to examine more but he really felt he needed to get covered.

“Uhm, thank you for doing all this, but...” Paul couldn’t finish his thought before he was interrupted by the door swinging open again, but by a very professionally looking blonde woman in a spiked heels, pencil skirt, and sharp blouse.

“Paul!!!! You look fabulous!!” the new blonde says, “I had so much faith in the staff but they really did out do themselves.”

Following in behind the blonde, Paul saw the receptionist too coming to see the improvement. She walks over to the technician, “Teri, you truly are an artist! Such great work! Truly healthy glow and you can’t even see his screwed-up skin.”

Walking up behind Paul, she turns to the electrolysis tech, “Jewel, his skin is absolutely flawless,” the blonde says as she grabs his shoulders and spins him around looking up and down at his skin.

Paul feels so surreal as these girls and now this strange blonde just starts manhandling him like some doll, even as he turns to face the crowd rather than the mirror.

Glancing down the blonde seems to focus a bit at his crotch, “*very* thorough, Jewel.”

Turning to the receptionist, the blonde says, “Gina, go get Sally and tell her to come get updates for the website.”

Turning back to Paul as Gina, the receptionist, leaves, “so, Paul, how do you feel about the service? Didn’t they perform a near miracle??”

“Uh, ya, but...”

“*uh, ya*?!? Come on, Paul!!! They did more than that!! You said you’d be fully compliant! Do I need to have you leave no so close to the end???” the blonde stared at him expectantly, “you’re not going to test me, are you?”

“No, no... they did great. I’m sorry, you are?” Paul inquired trying to understand who this blonde woman was.

“Oh! Of course, where are my manors?? I was so excited to see their work I totally forgot.”

The door flies open with Gina, the receptionist, and a nerdy looking cute girl with a DSLR like camera.

“I’m Brooke,” said the blonde extending out her hand, “so good to finally meet you in person.”

Feeling really odd shaking a woman’s hand while naked, he extended his hand out. As soon as he made contact, she brought her other hand over to cup his hand and stare him directly in the eyes, “I am so glad you agreed to coming in and having the session repaired.” Brooke gentle stroked up and down his forearm as she smiled at him. Paul was almost lost in her eyes and really enjoying the oddly intimate yet regular touch.

“Alright, Sally,” Brooke says as she looks over her shoulder and see’s Sally holding her camera, “ready to grab a few shots?” Brooke says as she backs away from Paul for a clear shot. Paul, a little unsure of what was going on, his arms, still tight from holding them up for over an hour, hover out at the elbow with his palms out.

“Uh, got it.” Picking up her camera to her eyes, she points the lens at the subject (Paul) and starts taking several shots. Paul Suddenly realizes he’s taking shots in front of the mirror, pulls his hands in to cover his crotch.

“What?!? Wait! What are you doing??” Paul frantically asked Brooke.

“Paulie,” Brooke stated calm, “you said you would cooperate and we’ve done a LOT of services to help improve your look at an immense expense to our facility. We just need to have a few after shots to be able to prove our quality. Now if you would please, try to stop looking so disappointed and please allow us to properly document it.”

“Seriously???”

Brooke looking very seriously at him and slow takes a few steps forward, “do you remember my conditions for allowing you to come back? Do you remember the consequences for refusing simple directions from any of the staff??”

The phrase ‘toss you out immediately in whatever state you’re in finished or not’ and realizing she was threatening to toss him out in public naked. While he’s sure he could fight off one or two women, Teri & Brooke supported by the other 4 would be difficult to not be strong armed not to mention have to explain how being naked he was the victim.

“Umm... I don’t remember anything about pictures.”

“These are merely for our own records, but your face and grown would be blurred out before publishing to the website so you’ll be fine,” taking the last few steps to be next to Paul, “Now, smile, puts your hands down next to you, and look appreciative,” leaning into his ear to whisper for him to hear, “or you can go wait outside for the cops to get here.”

Looking at him trying to figure if she was serious, but merely getting a cocked eyebrow to say ‘try me’?

Paul put his arms down to his side, as she stepped back, she motioned for him to smile and mouthed ‘or else’.

Paul **** a smile and turned to look at Sally, as she starts taking photos and moving side to side around him.

“Um, could you put your hand on your hips please and stick a foot out? I need some depth of angles here?”

Paul went to scoff, but Brooke interrupted with a sing song, “Paul; reasonable request.”

Paul sighed and tried to comply as Sally took a few more shots.

“Hrmm.... need better muscle definitions, could you stand your toes and bend one knee,” Paul attempted. “And put your other hand out.” Paul did, “Oh, ya, and that’s it!! take your hand off your hip and stick it out as well.”

“I think that’s good for those,” Sally confirmed, “but could we maybe get some PG-13 ones without the frontal exposure?” Sally asked to Brooke.

“oh, yes, of course,” Brooke said as she walked over to his clothes on the counter, grabbing the thong she brought it back to Paul, “I know you were feeling more comfortable, but these will help us for those with slightly more sensitive standards.”

Paul quickly grabbed them and stuck them on. Glancing in the mirror, while he was glad they were finally covered, seeing his cock and balls held in a glittery pink pouch was barely more comforting.

“Thank you.” Sally proceeded to get a few more shots and then took her camera over to Brooke to approve.

“Perfect! Upload those to the company server for our review and I’ll look at them in a moment but they look great,” confirmed Brooke.

Brooke then turned to the team of ladies around her, “Thank you all so much for your dedicated hard work you have done phenomenally! You all deserve a round of applause and special cheer to our wonderful model, Paulie”

The ladies all broke out in applause and shouted, “Yea, Paulie!!!!” As the applause died out the ladies walk out to close out the day until it was finally just Brooke and Paul in the room alone.

Pulling out her tablet she turned to Paul, “now, I think today went rather well and I think we can tenatively continue these sessions weekly. Now, obviously with the bulk of the work done today, the weeklies will just need to be touch ups, but with the added electrolysis we’re going to have to up it to 90 minutes; opssibly 2 hours, but we’ll see. Also, standard rules still apply. You will still need behave yourself, respect the team, and follow reasonable orders. Okay?”

“Uhm, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, they’re the ones that did all the work and put up with you. You better keep them on your side,” she then extended out her tablet showing a nude photo of him smiling in front of the mirror with the ladies at the edge of the frame, “these are some lovely shots and I forwarded some copies to your Inbox, but I’d hate to have to use these for any legal proceedings or proof to wife & family members have been misbehaving so your attitude is going to improve, right, Paulie?”

Looking at her intently, “I know was a jerk earlier, but I thought I was rather complacent today; what are you looking for??”

“Well first off, they all left and you never once told any of them ‘thank you’; how do they know you appreciate their work? You don’t smile unless prompted; you slough around with your dick out, and just expect them to be okay with it. I expect you to show much better reverence to them next time, or you can try to find someone else in this town after I cancel your contract and send off these photos to block you. So, smiles, thank yous, and perkiness next session, right?”

Paul could almost feel himself sweat trying to figure out what type of lunatic he’s signed up with, “uhm, yes, sure.”

“Awesome!” She says, “I’ve also forwarded a receipt of today's services to your e-mail and look forward to seeing you Wednesday! Now, go ahead and get dressed so I can ensure its suitable.”

Paul grabbed his shorts & slid them on, found his sandals & set those on, and then tossed on his shirt as it slid down over his body and actually covered up his shorts.

“Okay, that shirt is too long; I expect one that fits you better without swallowing, but here I will help you with that,” she reaches down and pulls up the base of the shirt around his waist and ties a knot on his side to hold it in place just over his short waist band.

“There we go, hun! Much better,” Brooke approved. “See you on Wednesday.”

“Uhm, yes, see you then,” he said as he bent over to pick up his phone off the floor and Brooke actually elated to see a pink whale tail over his tiny shorts’ waist band. “Good to finally meet you, Brooke, and thank you again for your help,” as he finally walks out on his own.