More prep work to do

As his sitting on the bed contemplating what his done today, the breeze over his skin, and whether this is all really worth it just for a good laugh and tease on Halloween and to ensure he isn’t the butt of the jokes, a new face entered the room.

“Knock, knooooock!!” A very chipper, small woman said as she came in. Recollection of a girl next door on a deserted island popped in his head. “Hi, Paul, right?”

He slowly nodded in response trying to figure it out.

“I’m here to help you for your tanning session, you had your lunch and ready to get going right?”

Again, a slow nod.

“Great! Go ahead and put your robe back up and slid the slippers off so we don’t get anything on them! We need to get you prepped.”

Not comfortable just getting naked for another strange girl, he looks around for any of his clothes but he doesn’t see them on the counter.

“Now, Paul, I was told you weren’t going to be giving us any problems this time,” the young girl admonished, “we need to get going if we’re going to get you fixed up before its closing time, so please hang your robe up and take off your slippers before we have to end all of this early!”

Paul remembers back to Brooke’s warning. The previous girl seemed to act like this was all normal. It's supposed to be a full body tan, so she must be expecting it.

He slowly shuffled over to the coat rack he found the robe on, slid out of the slippers and slowly took off the robe leaving it on the coat hook before turning back around to head for the table.

The young girl was just finishing setting up a platter of tools & gels, as she turned to Paul, “alrighty then, if we you would just sit, oH MY!” She said once she finally looked at Paul. “Oh, uhm. You’re one of those.”

Paul looked around and stared down trying to figure out what she meant.

“They did indicate in our training we might meet someone of your.... predilection, but I just... hadn’t yet. Um, I’m sorry. I’m supposed to respond better to this. My sincerest apologizes. I mean, it's only natural right,” she chuckled nervously.

“No!” Paul tried to retort, “Uhm, no.... it's just... they said... I’m really”

“No, no, nothing to be ashamed of, Paul. We’re professionals here,” she walked over to him and took his hand, loosely. “No, it's fine... just come right over here and sit down. Its fiiine.”

He wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself, but he shuffled back to the table.

His movement and cautiousness almost seemed child like to her. Like a boy who had just been admonished for doing something wrong and she realized she can’t let him feel uncomfortable. So, she helped him sit up on the table.

“There! Doesn’t that nice, comfy, heated bed feel so comfy and relaxing! So much better than that mean cold floor, huh?”

Paul nervously responded, “uh, ya, um thanks.”

She smiled again while he looked over at what looked like paint and paper he wasn’t expecting.

“Umm, are you not here to do the tanning? Thought there was a sprayer or something.”

“Oh! No, no, deary! I’m here to get you alllll prepped for that!”

“oh”

“See, that stuff can make the parts that don’t normally tan, like your fingernails and lips, even the palms of your hands and feet get odd. So we protect them with these.”

“Ah. Ok.”, Paul tries to find a way to sit to cover himself. Leaves his hands crossed in front of crotch, crouched over, and trying to cross is legs at his knees.

“I’ll start with your feet and we’ll go from there, ok?”

“Uh-huh.”

She proceeds to work on his feet for the mani-pedi she is such a specialist at with the wash, callus softener, nail cover, and sole pad.

Paul tries to stay still and let her finish, but before too long he’s relaxing and nodding off again, but she remains a consummate professional.

She tries to let the boy rest while she gently takes his hand to continue with the manicure; she’s not sure he’s ever had his nails properly taken care of, but she gently works his hand and nails before putting the cream on his palms.

As she finishes, she tries to gently wake him so she can properly coat his lips, “Paul?...... Paul?”

He barely mumbles something

“Paulie.... time to wakey wakey.....”

Paul barely has any consciousness and something deep in his mind is triggered & he whines out, “no, Mommy, 5 more minutes.”

She assumed she should play along as it seemed harmless enough if it was the type of thing he wanted. She had heard from some of the girls that they get some harmless weirdos in here in the past and this guy had strict orders. “Now, Paulie, be a good boy for mommie, and wake up so I can put your lip balm on.”

“buh I don wanna”

She felt this was going down a line she wasn’t ready for, “Paul! Time to wake up!”

Paul shook awake from the shout. “Wha! Oh, Sorry... guess I nodded...” Suddenly, reality crashed back at him and realized he was completely nude in front of this girl again and went to move his hands to cover himself.

“STOP!! No!!!”

Paul froze with a panic look at her

“Don’t touch your palms on anything! That cream needs to set and it will prevent you from tanning anywhere it sets. Keep your palms out”

He moved to put his palms out and hold them up.

“Actually, turn palms down. Don’t want dust to settle on them or sliding down the side.”

Paul turned his palms down and tried to figure out how he can hide himself.

“K, we’re almost done, but I need to put some lip balm on you. Now look up so I can put this balm on your lips.”

Paul tried to stay calm feeling totally weird while this strange girl painted his lip with a strange white stuff. Looking down, he could see more white stuff on his fingernails and even looking down at his toes, there looked like more on there.

“Alright, perfect!! You’re all set for tanning!”

Painted nails, painted feet, painted palms, painted hands.... totally nekkid... Paul was feeling really ****.

“I’ll go let her know you’re ready; you want some more tea while you wait?”

“uh... k...”

She left and he was really trying to figure out what to do. Looking down at his legs, he could see they’re still screwed up but they seem a little less ****. They also seemed really oddly smooth... he just felt this was not going to be worth it.

She returned at that moment with a large cup of tea, “here you go. I can’t have you holding this or messing up your lips, so I got you a straw but all we had were these big boba tea type ones. Still works though; here!” She walked up and put the thick straw in front of his painted lips.

Feeling rather parched, he wrapped his lips and sucked down the tea. When he was done, there was only about half the cup left. “Thank you.”

“Boy, you were thirsty. I’ll leave the rest of it here on the counter.” As she took it away, he could see lip prints left on the straw by the thick balm. So wrong.

Outside the door he could hear a cart rolling down the hall as a knock came to the door.