A makeover

"Come on, virgin, we're here."

You had been staring absently out of the window, trying to forget the nightmare you found yourself in, but Candy's words (not to mention her elbow burying itself painfully in your groin) jolted you back to the present.

You quickly scrambled out of the car and hurried after Candy, shivering as a cool breeze whipped around your bare legs, your dark hair still damp from the shower.

"Oh, do stop shivering, Sam," Candy tutted. "Man up, it's not that cold."

You wanted to point out that she wasn't wearing damp clothes and wasn't still wet from a shower, but you wisely held your tongue.

"Hi, I've got one booked in for a makeover?" Candy asked the receptionist. "Under the name Sam?"

"You're a bit early, but take a seat and someone will be out with you shortly."

You followed Candy over to the waiting area and settled into a comfy seat next to her.

"Err...Candy?" you asked nervously. "Where exactly are we?"

"All in good time, my little virgin," Candy smiled sweetly.

You winched upon hearing the v-word, as though Candy had aimed a physical blow at you.

"Can you please not use that word in public?" you asked, blushing.

"What word? Virgin?"

You sink lower in your seat and become aware of people looking over.

"Yes, that word!"

You hear a giggle and glance over to see the receptionist smiling to herself, having clearly overhead your conversation.

Fortunately, you're spared anymore awkward glances when a young woman appears, calling your name.

"Yes, that's me!" you announce, eager to escape Candy even for a short period of time.

Standing up, you follow the woman back through the building, shivering slightly in the air conditioned corridors.

"So where are we-?"

"In here."

You slip inside the door she holds open for you.

The first thing you see is a low table in the middle of the room, but your eyes are quickly drawn to who is sat on it.

The most beautiful woman you have ever seen. Toned stomach, smooth, dark skin, and clad only in a bikini.

You hastily look away as you begin to feel your arousal growing again.

"Hi, Sam!" this supermodel giggles playfully, gliding over to you on bare feet. "Shall we get started?"

"Started with w-"

But your mouth turns dry as you see the other woman has now closed the door and stripped down to her own bikini.

"Hey! My eyes are up here!"

"S-sorry," you stammer, but the expression on their faces tells you they didn't mind you staring.

"If you'd like to step over there and have a quick shower, Sam."

"Err..."

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Sam! The black girl laughed." You've got some privacy!"

You look doubtfully at the wooden screen. While it technically would screen you, you still felt very exposed imagining yourself standing nude behind it.

Blushing, you walk over to it on shaky legs, sidling inside. With the wall behind you and wooden panels on three sides, there's no chance that they can see anything other than your lower legs and your head.

"Hand over your clothes, Sam. We can keep them safe for you."

"Look, I really don't feel comfortable-"

"Sam, I get it. In a room with two strangers, asking you to strip naked. But I'm sure loads of women have seen you naked before, you don't have to be shy."

"Umm...yeah, sure..."

Crouching down, you untie and slip out of your trainers, kicking them away across the room.

"Cute feet!" One of the girls remarks.

Ignoring them, you pull your damp t-shirt over your head and drop your shorts. Gathering both items, you toss them to the bikini babes.

"Your underwear as well, Sam!"

"I...err...I'm not wearing any..."

"Oooh! Commando! I like it!"

Wanting to get this over with, you start up the shower.

I realise we haven't introduced ourselves!" The black girl said as you lathered up. "I'm Alex, and this is Cara."

"Nice to meet you," you smiled weakly.

As you showered, they continued to engage you in small talk: how old you were, what you studied at school, what you hoped to do in the future...

"So that girl with you today," Cara winked. "Is that your girlfriend?"

"What? No!" you blurt out. "She's just a friend..."

"But you like her?"

"Umm...yes, I suppose."

"You'd like to see her naked? Rip her clothes off, fondle her..."

You've closed your eyes, and your hand has begun to drift towards your hardening penis at the picture Cara is painting.

"What if we were there as well?" Alex interjected. "Cara and I? Do you think we're pretty?"

"You're fucking beautiful..." you moan, eyes closed and gently pumping away.

"Cara, Alex and Candy, all at Sam's mercy!" Alex laughed. "All those boobs to squeeze, feet to tickle..."

"Oh, how I'd beg him to bury his cock in me!" Cara interjected.

"Me first!" Alex laughed. "I bet it's huge! All those girls he's slept with...I'm so jealous!"

"I wish I could stuff it in my mouth!" Cara added. "All that hot cum...fuck, he's so sexy!"

By this point, you were hardly hearing their words. You were pumping away madly, charging towards an orgasm. God, Candy was so fucking fit...those tits...you wanted to slap her arse until it was red raw...Cara and Alex...if only their bikinis came loose and fell off...

Suddenly, you unleashed a huge moan and a titanic climax overcame you. Your knees shook as you ejaculated onto the tiled floor, your hand sticky with cum.

As your breathing returned to normal, you realised with horror what you had just done.

"Oh my God!" you exclaim, but the two girls wink playfully.

"We all do it, Sam," Alex explained her beauty framed perfectly by her dark hair. "There's nothing to be ashamed about."

"When you've calmed down, dry off and come over here."

After cleaning off your residue and perspiration, you switch off the shower, grab a towel and begin to rub yourself dry. Until that morning, you never thought you'd take a towel for granted.

With a fresh towel secured around your waist, you push open the wooden door and pad over to the two girls reclining on the table.

You were feeling refreshed, relaxed and completely at ease. But if you'd been more focused on what Cara and Alex had been saying, you'd know that you were walking right into the clutches of Candy's minions...