Late again to the Salon

Running as fast as he can in his practiced boots, Paul heads for the door grabbing his keys as he rushes out to his car. Hastily opening the door, he drops into the driver seat and is suddenly reminded that he still has his training aid in place. Moreover, he realizes that he’s still in his training attire & quickly closes the door to hide his appearance.

Glancing around him, he doesn’t see anyone around and no one to stare at his predicament. He contemplates going back in to change, but talks himself out of the possible exposure & needs to not upset Brooke at the salon again.

Reving the engine he quickly maneuvers his car, barely maintaining control unfamiliar with the heaviness and angle of his heeled boots, Paul narrowly misses several accidents. Only as he slides into the parking spot only a couple of minutes late, does he fully contemplate his luck that a cop wasn’t around to see his sporadic driving or worse. As he shifts his body to reach for the door handle, he’s again reminded of the invader in his seat.

Knowing there is no way he could possibly hide the training aid as he disrobes for the procedures, he looks around his car and finds a few old grocery bags. Reaching under his kilt, he removes the gadget placing it in one bag. Shifting in his seat and looking around to make sure no one is looking in his car, he leans on his hip and reaches between his cheeks to pull out the invader. Removing it carefully not to get any of the putrid remanents on his kilt, seat or console, he drops the covering in one bag tying it tightly before placing the training aid in its own bag.

Frustrated that he’s even wasted more time and even later now, trying to convince himself he just looks like a guy who left a celtic festival, he opens the car door and stands up. Trying to appear as ‘normal’ as he could, he tries to avoid his practiced sway and actually looks even more unusual & stiff.

Stepping into the salon, he can feel the wash of cold air up his kilt as he crosses the threshold, “hi, Gina, I’m sorry I’m late, I hope they can still work with me,” Paul greets the reciptionist as he walks in.

Gina tries to compose herself seeing the oddly dressed client. Not the first time she’s seen unusual attire, but to see this particular client in a flouncy blouse with a green sports bra showing through, a green tartan, short miniskirt, high heeled combat boots with lacey socks took her a few beats to process. “Uhm, yes, room 2 is all setup for you. I’ll let them know you’re here.”

“Thanks so much!” He says as he struts back.

Glancing up at motion through her office door, Brooke has to do a double take before she realizes it was Paul walking by in that outfit. Getting up quickly from her desk she opens her door just in time to see his back retreat into the private room. Rather than interrupt a session, she went to the front and asked Gina to leave a note with Teri to let her know when she’s done tanning him.

As Paul got in the room, he saw the usual tea for him and drank it down quickly not realizing how thirsty he was. Quickly disrobing, he carefully removed his clothes leaving his heavy boots on the ground while he folded his shirt, kilt, vest, socks, underwear, and half tank top on the counter as he returned to the table and waited for Jewel to do the electrolysis.

Jewel was alerted to the late schedule and arrangements had been made to accommodate it as word had already spread that Brooke wanted to have a ‘talk’ with him after. Jewel really loved working for her, but she knew better than to cross Brooke; she was a very determined purpose and was very adamant about fixing any impediment.

After so many treatments, Jewel was actually able to get through pretty quickly getting done ahead of schedule. She knew Teri’s schedule had been shuffled in anticipation of a delay, so it would be a while before she came in. Rather than having Paul sit here and stew, she thought she might be able to upsell some options and maybe soften Brooke’s ire at the same time.

“Alright, I think we’re coming along really well, sweety! Just about done,” Jewel announced to the overly relaxed client.

“Really? That’s great.” Paul responded blissfully.

“Um, not sure how to put this delicately, but while I was working your back, I noticed something that we might be able to help with.”

“Oh?” Paul responded feeling a little concerned, “is there something wrong?”

“oh, no! No at all, Sweety!” Jewel said wanting to keep him calm and comfortable. “I, uh, just couldn’t help but notice that there was little dilation at your back door.” Seeing some flushness hit his face “Oh, no judgement, hun! It’s totally normal!” She quickly retorted stretching the truth to try to ease into this. “I just couldn’t help but notice that things were a little messy in there and I was thinking an organic flush would really clean and freshen things up. It really helps sooth irritated areas as well as making sure it’s a much cleaner experience for anything that goes there.”

Thinking back to the nasty, covered prophylactic tied up in the bag in his car, he shivers a bit.

“I assume it was something to go with the training you’ve been doing.” Their discussions during previous sessions would gloss over details of the training with his paramour for a Halloween party, but she was used to reading between the lines in clients’ admissions. It seemed overly extensive for a single event, but he seemed determined. “If you’d like, I can set up the procedure real quick and be done before Teri gets here for your tanning?”

Paul pondered the option. The aid was bad enough, but it was at least effective. If he didn’t have to deal with such mess, it would be nice. Plus, he had agreed with Brooke to follow her staff’s directions; being late was already an issue, so I’m sure more services would help. “Um, sure,” Paul agreed without really considering what it was that would actually be done.

“Great! I’ll be right back with the enemas and the bleaching treatment,” she replied as she sauntered out the door.

“What?!? Enema*S*????” Paul called out. However, the heavy privacy door stopped his words from penetrating. He contemplated running after her, but he was still naked from the full body electrolysis.

Searching around, he found a small hand towel he could at least cover his privates to call out down the hall to stop her. Padding across the cold tile towards the door, he was abruptly stopped as the door opened while he was still several steps away.

Walking in the door was receptionist Gina with a cup in hand, “hey, Mr. Paul,” she was smirking a bit seeing the nervous man standing there with a towel in one hand only covering his groin. “Jewel mentioned you might want some tea, so I brought you some.”

“Uh.. thanks,” Paul said taking the offered cup, gulping it down, and giving the empty cup back. “Would you mind getting...”

Jewel interrupted his train of thought as she walked in with more equipment, “oh, great! Thanks, Gina!”

“No problem! He definitely was thirsty,” Gina responded holding the empty cup. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

Jewel held the door open for her when Paul suddenly realized he was still standing in front of the open door holding nothing but a hand towel. Shifting his head side to side trying to find the best place to hide, he suddenly felt a rush run to his head and felt the floor was beginning to shift under his feet.

Seeing Gina walk out, Jewel turned her attention back to their client just in time to see his head fluster and begin to lean to the side. Reacting quickly, she reached out fast enough to catch him, “woah! Careful there, hun.”

Paul feeling his savor catch him, drops his towel to put his hands on her shoulder to steady himself, “uh, thanks. Just a tripped over my own feet, sorry.”

Jewel guided the naked man back over to the table to check on him, “lets lay you down on your side.”

Paul climbed back up embarrassed more by nearly falling next to the young lady than his nudity at this point. “Thanks. Less likely to fall if I’m not moving,” he joked as he moved on his indicated side facing away from her.

“Okay,” she cautiously checked, “you alright to keep going?”

“Ya, I’m fine,” he assured her.

“Okay, just lay there and relax; alright?” She questioned as she got the first enema ready.

“Thanks, Jewel. You were always so good and attentive. I always appreciate ya’ll’s work and quality. I’m glad you’ve been able to help me so much,” Paul rambled on not paying attention to all the plastic and packaging happening behind him; just trying to relax as instructed.

Putting the lube on her gloved finger, Jewel joked at the irony, “I hope you still feel that way, Paul.”

“Oh, ya, I definitely do,” he responds as he feels her hand on his hip to steady him, “you really have been so thorough and ….” Paul was interrupted by a slimy finger running into his hole. His brain was trying to process what was happening and remember her talking about a bleaching again and.... something... ‘What was it?’ he thought as he felt her finger removed as he was reminded by a nozzle being pushed into his anus followed quickly by a flush of fluid into.

“WHat is that?” Paul quickly jumped and tried to wriggle his hips, but Jewel held him firmly in place.

“First time, huh? It's okay, sweetie, it’s the flush you’ll be fine in a moment,” she tried to comfort him, but could still feel him moving around. “You’ll want to make sure you stay still because if this comes out too soon, you’ll likely release fluid all over the table and the room, and neither one of us wants to clean that up. Got it?”

Paul tries to stay still with the caution, “um, ya, I’m not sure this is really the best....”

“I know it’s a little uncomfortable, but trust me, this will make this and so many other things better. Just make sure the nozzle stays where it is and then we’ll have you go to the ensuite and let everything go. You be fine, just trust me.”

Paul knew she wouldn’t be one of the ones to be overly aggressive, but this was the last thing he was expecting. He could feel it fill his bowels and he was sure that at any moment his gut was going to explode. He was sure at any moment a very messy experience was about to happen.

As the pressure slowly stopped increasing, he could hear Jewel continue, “alright! Great job, hun! It's all in there! You’re doing awesome!”

Paul took a deep breath feeling a little relieved with the praise as he could feel the pressure pushing all in him.

“Alright, Paul, I’m going to need to remove the nozzle now, but I need you to try to clamp down and hold it all in. If you really feel like you can’t hold it any longer, just head straight for the restroom. However, I’d really appreciate it if you could hold it in until times up, okay?”

“Ya, I get it. I’ll hold it for you,” Paul assured.

“Alright,” Jewel slowly pulled it out and wiped down the dribble making sure he finished and started the timer.

Paul felt the invader leave and just held it as much as he could, resisting the natural inclination to let it go but breathed trying to mentally concentrate on holding it for her; he was sure he could see it all the way to the end.

As pressure to release seemed to build, Paul was beginning to mentally fight with himself to hold it and make to then end. Struggling back and forth between the fear of shitting all over the table, letting Jewel down, stop enduring this humiliation, quitting this whole stupid endeavor, resigning the path he was already down, completing the task before him, and reminding himself this was things lots of people, even if not everyone, did on a regular basis.

Hearing a beep go off and Jewel announce “Alright, that’s time! Go empty yourself and come back out.”

Being reassured that he was done, Paul quickly stood up and shuffled to the bathroom door, clenching his back door to make sure it all makes it to the toilet. The euphoric bliss that washed over him as it emptied out was not an experience he expected, but the **** of mix of chemical flourishment and other scents was not something he wanted to hang around for and quickly cleaned up and left the small room.

Seeing the nude man walk back in with obvious relief, Jewel let the other shoe drop, “alright, that got rid of all the gunk and icky stuff. This next one is going to heal and smooth things out making sure everything easier & healthy back there.”

Paul’s eyes shot out and he stood there staring at him and could almost feel his balls shrink up into and he wasn’t sure how much was cold versus them being afraid of that again, “another one?”

“Yes, this is to finish the treatment, and it's not nearly as bad as the first. It will be over before you know it, and I really think you’ll appreciate it more. I really need to finish this to have it complete and successful. You aren’t going to back out on me now and leave it half undone, are you?”

Paul was dealing with his internal conflicting dialogue again. He was not looking forward to that again, but he also knew if he didn’t continue, Jewel wouldn’t be disappointed, and Brooke could likely berate him again for wasting their time. This was all just for the stupid training aid that Trainer Bill had him using but dealing with that gunk has been less than enjoyable, and this really wasn’t that bad. And if it doesn’t work now, it would all be for naught, but if he finishes and things still suck he’ll never have to do this again.

Paul began walking back over to the table to climb back up & lay down on his side.

“There you go! I knew you’d be a good boy for mommy!” Jewel joked & giggled with him as she saw him nervously chuckle back at her.

“You know you mentioned this would make it smoother, but I have to tell you that cherry berry lube you guys have makes it pretty easy already,” Paul teased as he slid back into place.

That caught Jewel a bit off guard & had to clarify, “Do you mean the Cherry Berry Delight oil??” She questioned as Paul nodded assent, “you’re using that as a lubricant for those.... aids??”

“Ya, I’ve been using a prophylactic to cover them and keep them cleaner, but the viscosity of it really makes it easier and the smell doesn’t hurt.” Paul chuckled a bit, “plus it adds a pleasant tingle.”

“Oh, I bet it does,” Jewel responded a bit amazed that someone would use that on the thin walls, but he must really be into the herbal industry to use it like that. “Um, we usually put a lube into this stage to help coat things for future endeavors. Would you like me to use that instead?”

“Sure! That sounds nice,” Paul said almost looking forward to it as a euphoric calm continued to envelop him.

Jewel quickly ran out to the front to grab some from the cabinet and returned before Paul could really consider changing course. Emptying almost the entire container of oil into the enema bag, she used the remainder of the oil to lube up her gloved finger before shaking her head, “ready, Paul?”

“Sure,” Paul responded idly.

Holding his hip, she slowly began using her finger to coat the entrance and put a little in, but got no resistance from him this time. The closest thing she got from him was something close to a giggle as his sphincter flexed around her touch. “Alright, remember just let this fill up and hold until the timer beeps, but go to the restroom if you can’t hold it.”

“Ok, Dual,” Paul stumbled out before giggling, “I mean Zual...” giggling “sorry, Jew-elle. Tongue is acting funny”

“Well, with that relaxing tea and this …. um.... infused... enema should really keep you chill,” she said as she put the nozzle into his rectum and open the valve while watching the solution empty out of the bag.

Feeling the pressure fill him up again, Paul couldn’t help but giggle, “feel like I’m filling up from a buffet but backwards.”

She just shook her head at him, “something like that. If you get the munchies, try to abstain and hold off from eating anything greasy for a while. K?”

“Oh-kay”

“Alright, that’s the bag; hold it in while I remove this.”

“Oh-kay,” he giggled as he clamped down on the nozzle.

Pulling out the nozzle, she wiped up the dribble as she started the timer. Cleaning up around her area and putting things away, she stepped out to tell Gina to update his bill and let Teri know they should be ready for her tanning soon.

Paul for his part was studying how the lights reacted to his eyelids as he blinked back and forth mesmerized by the changes and refactoring of his lashes.

Coming back in and situating things, Jewel was ready for the alarm as it went. “K, go empty that ass, and come back in here.”

“Oh-kay,” Paul slowly replied as he stood up. However, just as his feet hit the cold tile floor and he stood erect, a grumble hit his stomach as a cramp spread inside him. Feeling no time life, Paul quickly shuffled to the ensuite before barely landing on the commode as his fresh bowels released.

As the pressure was released, he felt a tingle roll all over his body and was surprised at the familiar comforting smell of cherries & berries with herbs enveloped the room. Giggling a bit from it, he cleaned up and headed out feeling a pleasant tingle all over his skin.

Stepping back into the room, the cold tile was hitting his feet hard. Lifting up on the balls of his feet, he could minimize the impact to his sensitive soles. Walking out on the balls of his feet, he could almost feel the bowel walls slip against each other and tried his practiced hip moves to elevate the odd feeling.

Jewel was amazed at the grace of the naked man before her and was impressed with the training he had been talking about during these sessions. She thought he was just blowing smoke, but while he would never been mistaken for a woman in his nude form, she could definitely see an elegance to his movement that was not natural.

Paul focused on not falling and getting safely across the cold tile, he didn’t register he was being stared at until he reached the table. Looking up he could see wide eyes and a slack jaw on Jewel’s face, and suddenly realized he was strutting naked in front of the young woman. “Oh, sorry.”

“Uh, no, that was great. You're doing well,” she replied trying to cover her in appropriate fixation at her client, “go ahead and lie down again so I can do your bleaching before Teri gets here for your tan.”

“Ok,” he bashfully replied as he got up and faced away from her. Feeling her work some cream on him before engaging the strong light.

Finishing up, she packed up her gear as Paul tried to just slowly relax waiting for the next step. Just then the door burst open as cart of equipment rolled in as her driver saw the naked man prone on the table, “ya’ll ready for me?” Teri announced from the doorway.

“Oh, Ter, just packing up. She's all yours.”

“Great! Thanks for getting her ready,” Teri replied, “Paul go ahead & get up on the pedestal, and we’ll get you all finished up to head home.”

“Okay,” Paul responded as he stood up to walk over to the tanning location, but stopped halfway there as he realized Teri was standing at the door holding the door open for Jewel to run her cart out. Frozen like a deer in headlights, Paul didn’t move as the ladies turned when Jewel stopped in the doorway staring at the man trying to figure out why he stopped, wondering if he had something else.

“Everything okay, Paul?” Jewel asked holding open the door for her equipment to let Teri move in & get setup.

Realizing his odd reaction is just making this worse and leaving the door open even longer, “uh, no. Uh, thanks again.” He said as he moved quickly over to the pedestal.

“Okay, Paul! Catch you next week.”

“Alright, let’s get you bronze, hottie!” Teri joked trying to break the sudden ice in the air.

Giggling a bit, “k,” Paul tried to relax as he heard the door latch to get the regular treatment from Teri.

As always, Teri got a good even covering over his body and finished in no time flat. With the smooth even canvas, she was quite adept at his layering. Before long, she announced, “k, all done!” As Paul was looking over her handy work, “k, wait here to let that set, I’ll be right back and then we can get you dressed and out of here.”

“Okay”

A couple of moments later, Teri returned followed by her boss, Brooke.