Kelli's Promise

Kelli's barber, who he had been told was named 'Princess' (it had a nice, regal sound to it!), informed Kelli that the shop assistant hadn't shown up for their shift. Something about a scheduling conflict, but Princess wasn't happy. Even past that, Princess was stressed out. He'd booked a full day of work, and it would be three hours before the next assistant was scheduled to come in.

Of course, without hesitation, Kelli had offered to help. He'd been raised right. One good turn deserves another, and Princess had been a miracle worker, giving him the macho look he'd always wanted. Helping out for a few hours was the least that Kelli could do.

It wasn't difficult work. In fact, Kelli found himself quite enjoying it. Maybe when he got home from vacation, he could consider a career switch. It wasn't as if a delivery man made a lot of money, after all.

"First you can sweep," Princess instructed, handing Kelli a broom, "then laundry. Once those are done, I'll get you to help me out with some hair washing. Does that sound okay, baby-girl?"

Again Kelli agreed to the tasks, again he loved that he could enjoy a friendly, man-to-man relationship with Princess, even earning himself the kind of nicknames you normally only earned if you joined a sports team.

The tasks themselves weren't arduous. Sweeping up the cut hair from the linoleum was a simple job. Kelli found himself zoning out as he made his way around the room cleaning up. A few of the customers, mostly older men, were watching him, giving him appreciative remarks as he diligently conducted himself.

"I like the way you move that ass, slut," an older Filipino gentleman said with a smirk, exuding a fatherly energy.

"I've got a broomstick for you to hold, bitch," a man that reminded Kelli of his grade twelve physics teacher said, grabbing his crotch. Kelli wondered if the poor man had pulled a muscle in a resort activity. He hoped that he'd find the treatment that he needed. Rolling his eyes and giggling, Kelli realized that the man would easily find what he needed. This was Girl World, where men were taken care of, no matter what. Just to show the customer that he heard him, Kelli rubbed his one of his hands up and down the shaft of the broomstick and kissed the tip.

"I think this one has me covered for now, sir," he said, wanting to sound as professional as he could, "But once Princess is done with me, maybe I can see if I can help you find some relief."

The man's toothy grin was all the feedback that Kelli needed to know that he was doing a good job.

The barber shop's floor clean, at least for the moment, Kelli turned to his next task. There were a number of hampers around the shop, each filled with towels and aprons, discarded by staff as they went through their workdays. Soon Kelli had all the hampers collected in the back room, a sanctuary most customers never had the privilege of seeing, and he began to empty them into the washing machine. He pulled item after item out, one-by-one, to ensure that nothing that should be washed separately ruined his load. It was mostly towels, large and small, but a few aprons, but then he paused. How had that gotten in there?

There, at the bottom of the hamper, was a pair of bright purple boxer shorts. He was more than glad that he hadn't loaded that into the machine. It's intense colour could very well have ruined every towel he was about to wash. Putting it aside, he added soap to the machine, then started the load. After quickly returning the hampers to the cutting floor, the sound of his high heels clicking to the beat of the music playing from the overhead speakers, Kelli returned to the back room. Soon he would have to help out at the hairwash stations, but before he did, he had to decide what to do with the underwear. He couldn't leave a task half-done. Kelli didn't want Princess to think he was lazy!

He picked up the boxer shorts from the countertop where he'd left them. Garish in colour, obviously chosen to make a statement, they were something that Kelli would have never worn himself. He wasn't the kind of guy who wanted to draw too much attention to himself. No, give him a nice lace pair of panties, something with a g-string, or maybe a crotchless. Nothing special. He was, after all, very much a utilitarian.

Strangely, the boxers were damp to the touch, especially in the crotch area. Was it just from the towels? He held them to his nose and sniffed. No, this wasn't wash water or hair product. This was something different. Turning them inside out, Kelli had to know what he was going to be getting clean, so he experimented, reaching out his tongue and dabbing the wet spot. It was salty, intense, but delicious. There was something familiar about the flavour, but he couldn't put quite put his finger on it. Probably a spilled dessert from one of the many amazing places to eat at Girl World. He licked the underwear from top to bottom, taking in every bit of flavour he could muster, moaning in pleasure as the textured taste filled his mouth. Then, confident that he had gotten every last bit to swallow, he pressed the damp underwear against his face and took a deep breath.

Even the smell of it was divine.

But he couldn't stay in the back room sniffing underwear all day. No, he had made a promise to Princess.

So he crossed to the sink, grabbed some soap, and handwashed the boxers. It filled him with mixed emotions, rubbing the boxers between his fingers, knowing full well that all the delicious taste and smell was going down the drain, but happy that he was being helpful and keeping his word. Besides, the feel of the material rubbing in his hands was intoxicating. Maybe he'd find a pair or two later just to rub his hands on. It was oddly soothing.

The boxers hung to dry, the towels washing for over an hour, Kelli returned to the barber shop's front room and found Princess to give him an update on his tasks.

"I have bad news," Princess said, "The sinks are down. Something about the drains being plugged. A plumber is coming in an hour, so you won't be able to wash any hair, sugar-tits."

"Oh no!" Kelli said, pouting with his luscious lips, "There has to be something I can do. I want to keep my promise."

"Well, there is one thing..."

"Anything at all," Kelli said.

"I only have one customer for the next two hours. It's going to be slow, so if you want, you can take him into the deep clean room," Princess indicated a pink door at the side of the room, "but it's a lot more work than just a hair wash."

"I'm not afraid of a little hard work," Kelli said, stamping a heeled foot, feeling his tits jiggle in his tube top.

"The work won't be the only thing that's hard," Princess said with a wink.

Kelli didn't know what Princess was alluding to, but he didn't care. He was in this to be helpful, and helpful was what he was going to be.

At the front reception area, a short, stout man with a moustache and a comb-over was leaning on the counter. Kelli excused himself from Princess and rushed over to greet him, his large, manly breasts bouncing wildly with his enthusiastic gait.

"I've got an appointment for a trim," the man said in a nasal voice, eying Kelli up and down with a predatory stare.

Kelli liked him immediately. He seemed friendly and kind.

"Absolutely, sir," he said, "Princess will be with you in a bit. He's asked if I could give you a wash, first. If you'll follow me."

Kelli reached out and took the customer by the hand, pulling him along behind him. Didn't want him to get lost, after all. They crossed the floor of the barber shop and reached the pink door.

"I'll take care of you in here," he said, pushing the door open, revealing...