Mindy gets a shave for her new assignment.

Mr. Sakamoto led Mindy inside. The young maid marveled at the artwork stored inside the warehouse. Figures, busts and sculptures, much like the ones she had been dusting the night before, lined the large industrial shelves. The maid guessed that they were marble or another heavy stone, much like the ones out on display. The forms were posed in suggestive positions and some were even more graphic in their poses. Mindy wondered if she was going to become immortalized in a similar way.

Finally, the elderly man stopped at the center of the housing, where there was a cleared out space for his workshop. In the center was a circular area with cloth draped on the floor. The material was coated with splashes of paint which indicated that it has seen use. On top of the covering was a stool and some equipment. As Mindy approached she noticed that they were trimmers and a wash basin. Mindy sucked in her bottom lip, not liking where this was headed. The Asian man casually guided the girl over to the stool and sat her down. She obeyed, but shifted herself nervously. The man grasped her arm firmly, yet calmly until Mindy finally settled down. Her heart was beating heavily as she watched the man set to work.

Like a professional barber, the man took a comb in one hand and the clippers in the other and began to shave Mindy's pubic hair down as if he were giving her a buzz cut. Mindy held her breath and leaned back as he did this, but realized that she didn't need to be so apprehensive as the man deftly trimmed the hairs down.

Mindy exhaled softly as the elderly man smoothed the short trimmed hairs over her mound, clearing it of the loose follicles. He then took a towel and a kettle, dampening the towel using the steaming water within the kettle. He laid the warm material over Mindy's crotch and got her to hold it in place while he went to the back room to get something else. When he returned, he carried more barber tools. A can of shaving cream was in one hand with another clean towel draped over his forearm while the other hand carried a straight razor. Mindy held her breath again as this trim would be much closer to the skin.

Mr. Sakamoto removed the towel and Mindy felt the cool air of the room waft over the humid moisture that the towel was protecting. She felt a shiver go up her spine and watched nervously as the sharp metal held by the artist. First the cream covered her pubic area. Every touch to her sensitive skin sent prickles of anxiousness up her body. She did her best to keep still, knowing that sudden movements wouldn't be pleasant while the man was working.

Mindy shut her eyes and tried to breathe. She could hear herself inhaling and exhaling and almost jumped when she felt the touch of cold metal on her pubic area. She **** herself to exhale and quivered slightly as the blade glided across her skin. Another shiver went up her spine. Thankfully, each stroke was smooth and decisive and it was only a few short moments before she was finally clean shaven. Mr. Sakamoto washed her down with the towel and let her stand up. Mindy couldn't help but brush her bare mound. The feeling of her soft smooth skin was always a pleasure to touch, but it felt even more soft after Mr. Sakamoto was through with it.

Mindy stood there, touching herself while Mr. Sakamoto cleaned up. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next, so she tried to help the man put his things away. He politely declined the offer and took Mindy to the back where there was a shower. He urged Mindy to go in and Mindy obliged, washing herself clean and before stepping out for her next instructions. The elderly man returned with a towel, a sponge and a small bucket of paint. Mindy thought that maybe this was prep work before she would get her portrait painted. Then he got close enough for her to see what he was really up to.

Inside the bucket was a viscous gold specked paint. After thoroughly drying Mindy, Mr. Sakamoto began to apply the paint onto Mindy's skin. It felt oily and spread over her body quickly. It was brushed over her back and chest, her arms down to the fingers, her legs down to the toes. She was soon entirely covered in gold paint. Next, the artist painted up her neck and face. She had to close her eyes but felt the splotches of the sponge filling in all the gaps. Next her hair was covered with the paint. It was combed in thoroughly so that her blonde hair now glinted gold.

"You look like gold statue now!" Mr. Sakamoto exclaimed proudly, "Like goddess!"

Mindy smiled and looked for some sort of reflective material to see herself in. Mr. Sakamoto brought out a mirror and held it up for her. Mindy looked back at what indeed could be mistaken for a statue. Save for her eyes, everything looked like it was cast in gold.

"You hold pose..." Mr. Sakamoto said, making a pose and freezing in place, then urging her to try. Mindy held still like a statue and the effect was uncanny. If she was in the statue room like this, she could fool anyone passing by. "Good. Good..." her painter smiled, "Now you go to work..." he produced slippers for Mindy to wear so that the paint wouldn't track on the floor and then led the golden girl to the next room.