Help the café set some new policies

Now that he'd set it up so that he was an eagerly consulted expert on implementing new policies taking advantage of the new laws, it was time to try that out by offering some helpful suggestions to the café he was in.

Jack flagged down the nearest barista, a petite young redhead with small breasts but a round ass, as she was delivering somebody's drink. "Excuse me, but is your manager in?"

"Yeah, she's just in her office in the back. Do you want me to get her or something? Is something wrong?"

Jack smiled reassuringly. "No, nothing's wrong. And I'll go speak to her in her office. Thanks!" As he stood up, Jack helped himself to a handful of the redhead's hot round ass and gave it a good squeeze.

Her mouth dropped open in surprise, and she instinctively tried to step away but was foiled by the tightness of the grip Jack had on her asscheek. "H-hey! I didn't say you could grab me like that! You're gonna leave a handprint from squeezing me so hard, jerk!"

Jack didn't bother replying to that, secure in his protection from consequences and enjoying her ineffectual outrage. He let go of her ass and she swiftly took a step backwards. That didn't help her since she was still in the direction of the manager's office, so as he stepped by her Jack gave her a swift, firm slap on the ass and called over his shoulder, "Thanks again, sweetcheeks!"

"Ow! Not okay!" Jack left the redhead scowling at his back and rubbing her newly sore ass with one hand, adjusting his pants to accommodate his sizable new erection as he headed into the manager's office, not bothering to look back. He'd have time to play more with her or somebody else in a bit, after all.

As Jack stepped into the office, the café manager looked up from her desk. She was a thirtysomething dirty blonde with a no-nonsense ponytail, with ample breasts and a tight body that showed hours spent in the gym, wearing a business casual skirt and blouse. As she looked up, she said, "Yes? Can I help you?"

Before Jack could say anything, her eyes widened and she stood up suddenly before she continued. "Oh! You're Jack Smith! I was just reading one of your interviews about the new wave of policies coming out, and I was really impressed. It's an honor to have you here!"

Jack blinked, momentarily startled. He'd expected to have to introduce himself, but apparently making himself a widely-recognized expert on the subject had even more of an impact than he'd expected. Recovering, he said, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms...?" She blushed. "Oh, my name is Miranda."

Jack shook the star-struck manager's hand before he continued with, "Actually, speaking of the new policies, I had some suggestions to make for your café here. That is, if you'd be interested in listening to them?"

"Interested? I'd be honored! What did you have in mind?" Miranda looked positively delighted to have the opportunity to implement some policies designed by THE Jack Smith, and he smiled as he pictured the additions he had in mind.

"First, you'll need to call all your baristas in here for a minute," he said authoritatively. The manager wasted no time in complying, telling the customers outside that they'd just need everybody in the back for a quick meeting and they'd be with them again shortly. In just a moment, all four baristas on shift at the moment were lined up back in the manager's office, being introduced to him quickly by Miranda.

Jack surveyed them with satisfaction - they were each attractive enough to work well with his new policy, in their own ways. Each of them was wearing a black tshirt with the café's logo printed on it, though their bottoms varied.

First there was T'Zara, a tall, slender light-skinned black girl with an undercut, a septum ring, and a punk attitude. Next there was Angela, the petite redhead Jack had already met, still eying him sourly as she surreptitiously rubbed her butt again. Third was Aisha, a very pretty Arab girl with a pink headscarf and enormous breasts that even her conservative clothing couldn't conceal. Last was Brittany, a tanned bubbly blonde girl with a cheerleader's attitude and a cheerleader's long toned legs visible under her short skirt.

Jack spoke commandingly, "First, you'll all need to be wearing short skirts with no underwear under them." T'Zara and Brittany were both wearing skirts that qualified. T'Zara opened her mouth as if to protest, then glanced over at where Brittany was already stepping out of her pink thong with zero hesitation and visibly realized she had **** before quickly pulling down her own panties as if to get it over with, avoiding eye contact and looking highly embarrassed.

"Uhhh, me and Aisha don't have skirts, though," Angela said, looking smug as if she'd found a loophole in Jack's plan.

Jack smiled back. "You'll just have to go bottomless today, then."

"What?!" Angela and Aisha spoke in simultaneous outrage, before continuing separately,
"You have GOT to be kidding-"
"But, my religion-"

Before Jack could say anything, Miranda cut in instead. "Shut it, ladies! This is going to be company policy going forwards, and good luck getting a job anywhere else now if we fire you for noncompliance over this. If anything it's your own fault for not anticipating this, anyway."

Aisha and Angela snapped their mouths shut in shock at the harsh interruption. Angela silently stewed for a moment before angrily pulling down her black slacks and her panties and stepping out of them, pulling her tshirt down with both hands to try to cover herself as best as she could, though it was barely enough to cover her pussy much less her pale legs.

"But..." Aisha started before trailing off. Jack savored the moment as an expression of helplessness crept over her pretty face as she realized she couldn't quit and couldn't refuse, so she had **** left. She turned around to face away to pull down her loose pants and her surprisingly skimpy panties with an air of **** ****, before slowly forcing herself to turn back around, covering her privates with both hands. Jack allowed this, knowing it would make no difference in a moment and enjoying her **** for now.

"Great! Now, I'm going to need to check the status of your pubic hair. You two lift your skirts, and you two drop your hands to your sides," he said, gesturing to each of them respectively. He watched as each of them complied with varying degrees of **** - on one end there was Brittany who was lifting her skirt almost before he finished speaking, and then on the other end there was Aisha who slowly dropped her hands to her sides with an expression of resigned defeat, keeping her legs pressed as tightly together as possible.

Jack eyed each of their pussies hungrily. T'Zara and Angela were both totally shaved, and his eyes lingered on Angela's pink tucked-in pussy lips and T'Zara's gleaming clitoral stud piercing. Brittany was also acceptable, with a heart shaved into her pubic hair above a bare pussy. He also noticed that Brittany's pussy was equally as tanned as the rest of her skin, with no tan line, contributing to his impression that Brittany was going to be much more at home in his new world than most girls.

Aisha, though... "Oh, Aisha," Jack clucked his tongue disapprovingly. She still looked away from him, refusing to make eye contact. It looked like her pubes had only been trimmed back around the borders to fit under her underwear, and otherwise she had a full jungle bush. That wouldn't work with his plan at all. "Well, that's going to have to go. Brittany, I saw the café has some candles for ambiance out there - go grab one, we're going to need to wax her right now."

Aisha's eyes snapped to him in shock at that. "What?! No, you can't just..." she trailed off, slowly realizing the pointlessness of protest as Brittany had already stepped out, still holding her own skirt up as instructed even as she stepped out into the café itself.

Miranda, who had been watching the proceedings with an increasing touch of color to her cheeks - Jack remembered his rule that women would be aroused by seeing other women's humiliation and exposure now - chimed in again now. "We can and we will, Aisha. Now get over here and lie down on my desk on your back, then lift your feet up. I'm going to hold your legs back for you."

Aisha reluctantly did so, trying to avoid eye contact again. Miranda was just pulling her legs back by gripping her ankles until her knees almost touched the desk when Brittany stepped back into the office, with a burning candle in one hand and the other hand still holding up her skirt to show off her naked pussy. Jack noted with amusement that T'Zara and Angela were both surreptitiously eyeing Aisha's highly exposed privates now, even as they were both still exposed themselves.

Brittany chirped up perkily, "I actually know how to do a waxing, if you want me to, like...?" She bit her lip as she unabashedly stared at Aisha's wide-spread pussy.

Jack nodded to her in assent, and she speedily set up, kneeling in front of Aisha's pussy. Jack watched eagerly. Before his changes, he might have been worried about this, since bikini waxes could be dangerous, especially if not done by a real professional. And he knew they were even more painful if the hair was too long and the area wasn't properly prepared, both of which were true for Aisha's pussy. But the notebook's changes should provide enough protection to avoid any real harm.

Brittany paused, then said "Oh shoot, I just remembered we need some cloth strips for waxing, and I, like, don't think we have anything like that though?"

Jack frowned, then changed to a smile as he had an idea and said, "Well, just use you girls' panties, then. They're cloth and you can tear them into strips."

Brittany nodded eagerly, saying "Ooh, great idea!" Jack watched in satisfaction as all the other girls' faces fell as they watched Brittany happily tear all their panties into strips in front of them and they realized their chance to put their panties back on when their shifts ended just vanished.

While Brittany did that, Jack said, "Oh, this is going to be such a change to her appearance - I should take before and after pictures."

"Huh?! Do I really have to let him do that?" Aisha appealed to Miranda.

Miranda nodded without hesitation, "Yes, I think it's a great idea actually. Jack, would you actually mind taking video of the process too?"

Jack smiled as Aisha's face fell in dismay. "No problem. I'd be more than happy to. I'll send copies to all of you once this is done."

Aisha bit her lip in pain as Brittany applied the first pass of hot wax to her pussy. "Ooh, ouch. Is- is this going to hurt a lot? I've never gotten a wax before," she said tentatively as Brittany laid the first cloth strip on top of the wax.

"Yep!" Brittany said brightly, then ripped the strip off with no warning.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Aisha's scream practically shook the walls. She then whimpered plaintively, "Oh fuck! That hurt so much, I don't think I can do this!" She clamped both her hands over her pained pussy protectively.

"You brought this on yourself by not being prepared, Aisha," Miranda said briskly. "Now, T'Zara and Angela, it looks she's going to need some help here. Each of you take one of her hands and hold it off to the side."

"What?! Guys, no, please," Aisha pleaded ineffectually, as the other two girls moved to flank her and each grabbed one of her hands before dragging it off her pussy and over to the side as instructed.

"Sorry, babe, you're just gonna have to grit your teeth and get through this," T'Zara said with scant sympathy. Jack noticed that she and Angela were both openly staring at Aisha's extremely exposed pussy now.

Brittany eyed Aisha's pussy to evaluate her progress. "Hmm, that didn't even get all the hair in that patch... we're going to have to do at least a couple passes on each area it looks like!"

Aisha whimpered wordlessly at those words; by contrast, Jack noticed that Miranda had a small seemingly-**** smile on her face. For Jack's part, well, he just repositioned his enormous erection and kept recording. He'd be putting his dick to use soon enough - no need to be impatient when he wanted to savor this.

The minutes passed with a lot more screaming from Aisha. True to Brittany's predictions, each area of Aisha's pussy needed at least two passes and some needed three. No matter how she tried to clench her teeth and prepare for it, she never seemed to be able to acclimate to the overwhelming rush of pain every time another strip got torn off with more of her overgrown pussy hair going with it. Her screams kept getting hoarser and hoarser as her suffering continued, to no signs of sympathy from any of her co-workers.

At a couple points Jack had to take over holding one of her hands back, as T'Zara or Angela went out to handle a few orders or reassure customers that the screaming was completely normal and nothing to be concerned about. Jack actually overheard T'Zara offer to share the pictures and video Jack was still recording with a customer after explaining what was going on back in the office.

Aisha was so distracted by the terrible pain in her pussy that she barely even reacted when T'Zara stepped back into the office to grab a clipboard so all the customers who were interested could sign up and leave their contact info to send the recordings to. She just squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered a little harder for a moment as she grappled with the knowledge that her full exposure and humiliation here were going to be shared among all their regulars and probably posted on the internet by at least some of them as well. But in a moment her attention was redirected as another strip was torn off, pulling another hoarse scream out of her throat.

The soreness of Aisha's pussy was clearly mounting even between the waxes as time wore on, as her whimpering transitioned into sobbing and tears tracked their way down her cheeks. The other girls' faces were truly flushed now and they were openly breathing heavily as they stared with open hunger at Aisha's increasingly denuded pussy.

They were close to done when Brittany frowned and announced that she was all out of cloth strips. Jack stroked his chin thoughtfully then said, "Well, we didn't actually use ALL you girls' panties."

Aisha was too busy trying to stifle her sobbing to react, but the other girls all eyed him quizzically. His meaning swiftly became apparent as he moved around behind the desk to stand behind Miranda as she stood still pinning Aisha's legs back and open for the waxing.

"Whoa, now, hang on a second-" Miranda started to say, but Jack didn't wait to hear it. Still holding his phone in one hand and recording video, he hauled her business skirt up above her waist, then dragged her panties down to her ankles, eliciting a gasp from Miranda and an open grin from T'Zara. Jack eyed Miranda's own naked shaved pussy from behind, taking in the suddenly increased smell of feminine arousal in the air and recording the visible wetness of her slightly parted pussy lips.

"C'mon now, step out of them - everybody's got to be a team player," Jack said. He shoved three fingers into her dripping pussy to encourage her, and she was so wet and ready that they slipped in easily. Miranda bit her lip to unsuccessfully stifle her moan as she hurriedly stepped out of her panties while Jack worked three fingers in and out of her pussy. He kept fingerfucking her even after she had stepped out of her panties, watching her tremble helplessly and recording every moment of it in the video that was going to be sent to all their customers that had signed up on T'Zara's list.

A moment before Miranda would have come, Jack abruptly pulled his fingers out and gave her a hard slap on the ass instead, turning a stifled moan to a yelp and leaving her quivering and unsatisfied. "Thanks for your panties, sugar-tits."

Jack eyed her as he stepped back around the desk to hand the new panties to Brittany, to see if she was going to protest the panty theft, uninvited fingerfucking, ass slapping, and degrading moniker. But Miranda just bit her lip and avoided eye contact, not even letting go of one of Aisha's ankles for long enough to pull her skirt back down to conceal her bare pussy again, still getting recorded in Jack's video. Maybe she's still trying to avoid getting busted for being aroused by this by not talking about it? Jack mused to himself.

If so, her hopes were quickly dashed. As Jack handed Miranda's panties to Brittany, she leaned forward and sucked her boss's pussy juices off his fingers unprompted. She then smacked her lips and as she started tearing up the panties she commented "Wow, these are REALLY wet!"

Aisha had finally gotten her sobs under control with this brief reprieve. She glared up at Miranda outragedly with still-wet eyes now, saying in her now roughened voice, "Oh, seriously?! I can't believe you're getting off on this, you slut!"

Miranda looked flustered at being so openly humiliated by having her arousal observed and commented on degradingly, but quickly retorted "W-well, it's your fault! You're the one forcing us to stare at your pussy all this time by making us help wax you! You're the slut here if anyone is!"

"What?! You think I actually WANTED this, you b- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Aisha's insubordinate comment was cut off mid-way through as Brittany ripped off another waxing strip.

"Almost got it!" Brittany exclaimed chirpily.

And in fact, she was right - it was only a couple more waxing strips (and a couple more screams) before the waxing was finally fully completed. "Hurray, we're done!" Brittany said happily. "I'll go get some moisturizer out of the bathroom, it should make your skin feel a little better."

While Brittany got up and left on her errand, Jack and his camera both gazed admiringly at Aisha's now totally denuded pussy and asshole. Both of which were still very much on display with Aisha's legs still spread and pinned back by Miranda. Her asscheeks and her cute pussy lips were both spread apart by the posture, creating a truly obscene display of her most private areas.

Just as Jack had thought, despite the clearly agonizing pain no real damage had been done. True, the area immediately around her pussy was now swollen and visibly darker than the rest of her light brown skin, but that was probably at least as much due to how the intense humiliation had left Aisha so aroused that her pussy was practically sopping wet.

Jack commented appreciatively, "Well Aisha, you should be happy that this was totally worth it. Your naked pussy and your two little fuckholes here look fantastic now!"

Aisha was still **** back her sobs, but Miranda said angrily, "Well, aren't you going to thank our esteemed consultant for the compliment?"

Aisha slowly raised her head to glare pure hatred at Jack through her tear-filled eyes. She was still wearing her pretty pink headscarf, though it had gotten disarrayed and pushed back to reveal most of her hair as she thrashed around during the extremely painful **** waxing. "Thank you for complimenting my naked vagina," the devout Muslim girl said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry, your what?" Miranda said, clearly still holding a grudge over Aisha's comments to her before - though also still not appearing to have realized her own pussy was still on display. "...My naked pussy," Aisha reluctantly corrected herself.

"And?" Miranda prompted her forcefully. "And... and my two little fuckholes," Aisha said, pausing for a moment and grinding her teeth before she could **** herself to continue and looking and sounding like she'd rather be saying almost anything else at all.

Jack beamed and lightly slapped her newly hairless (and incredibly sore and sensitive) pussy, drawing a pained yelp from Aisha. "You're welcome!"