An Ornate Bathroom

What Kelli saw through the pink door was not what he expected at all. He had spent a substantial amount of time in the barbershop, even having the privilege of working in the back room. But this Deep Clean Room, as Princess had called it, was unlike the other spaces.

For starters, it was much more ornate. The floor, instead of matching the linoleum of the rest of the shop, was marble. He looked around and found that he could see no seam, as if it had been cut from a single piece of stone. Was that even possible? The walls, too, did not match the décor of the rest of the space. Not a hint of drywall was seen anywhere, just the deep reddish brown of wood panelling. The ceiling was some sort of hammered metal, the type you might see in a palace.

He knew that Princess' barbershop was classy, but this was far beyond what he had imagined.

In the centre of the room stood a single feature meant to draw the eye. A large tub, big enough to fit two or three people easily, gleamed in bright white in contrast to the dark colours of the room. Kelli realized immediately that this was what Princess had meant by an alternative to the hair washing station. Quite clever, really. An upsell of sorts.

All around the room were small tables and shelves, all filled with candles burning their soft, warm glow, giving the room a feeling of comfort and intimacy.

"You just going to stand there all day?" Kelli's customer grunted while unzipping his pants.

"My apologies, sir," Kelli said, snapping out the hypnotic hold the room held on him. Not that he could be blamed for feeling overwhelmed. Kelli had come from a simple upbringing. Rooms like this, to him, only existed in fairy tales.

So as to not irritate his customer any further, Kelli moved across the marble floor, being quick but careful in his heels. Approaching the tub, he could see a large bronze gooseneck faucet at one end. Behind the tub, near where the water line pierced the marble floor, were a collection of soaps, washes, shampoos, and conditioner. There was even a bottle specifically for bubbles.

Kelli slipped out of his heels, feeling the cool floor on his bare feet for the first time. It even felt expensive. Then he knelt down, placing a plug in the drain, and turned the water on. Grabbing the bottle of bubbles, he added a generous amount to the filling tub, wanting to give his customer the most luxurious experience possible.

A noise pulled Kelli's attention away from the tub and toward his guest. Turning his head, he found that the short man was now naked, not that Kelli felt embarrassed at all. He was, after all, a man too. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, with the exception of the strange skintag hanging between the man's legs.

"I hope you feel dirty, sir," Kelli said playfully, feeling the hot running water splash on him as he leaned over the tub, "Because I'm getting very wet over here."

"I don't know what you're playing at, you ditzy bimbo," the man said, coming up behind Kelli close enough that the kneeling man could feel the heat off of the customer's body, "but you're not going to do me any good out here."

It was like a light switch went off in Kelli's mind. Of course! How could he have been so stupid? This tub was so big, so impressive, that it was designed for him to join his customer in the water! It was the only way that he could ensure that the man got the deep clean that was needed. It wasn't as if Kelli would be able to lean over the rim of this huge tub and be very effective, after all.

Kelli stood, slowly rubbing his body against the customer's on his way up to to their proximity, and immediately took action. First came his tube top, then his abbreviated skirt. Thankfully, Kelli had avoided wearing panties and a bra that day, giving him a quicker chance to disrobe, easing the impatience of his new friend.

And friend was what he was, too. Sure, Kelli didn't know his name, but with the man already being so kind as to give him a kind nickname like trollop, how else could Kelli think of him? Perhaps their friendship would only last as long as the time it took to get cleaned up for his haircut, but Kelli would make the most of it. How often did a person get a chance to meet such a friendly and trustworthy person, after all?

Kelli stepped into the water and sighed. The water was hot, just like he enjoyed it. As he sank down into the sudsy pool, he felt every muscle in his body relax. Even his back, something he hadn't realized had been working hard all day, felt relief as his breasts floated slightly on the water, giving his muscles a break.

"You should join me," Kelli said in a enticing tone as he turned the water off with his right foot, wanting his friend to feel welcome, "the water feels divine and it's a little lonely in here without you."

"Now we're talking," the man said with a smirk, climbing into the tub after Kelli. As the man climbed in, Kelli spread his legs so he could sit back against Kelli, his balding head resting between Kelli's breasts.

"There, now isn't that better?" Kelli said, wrapping his legs around the man so he didn't slip down into the water while massaging the man's head with his fingers, "You just relax and let me take care of you."

The man said nothing, but Kelli hadn't expected him to. It was Kelli's job to get the man clean, it was the man's job to relax and enjoy himself. Kelli reached behind him and grabbed a shampoo bottle, poured a little into his other hand, then returned the bottle to the floor outside the tub. Then, ever so softly, Kelli massaged the slippery substance into his friend's hair. As he rubbed, he found it completely covering his breasts, oiling them up, making them feel slick to the touch. It was quite pleasant. He could imagine that the man's head, resting as it was, felt warm and comfortable.

After giving the man a rinse, he repeated the task with conditioner, earning a collection of satisfied sighs and moans from the friendly man. Kelli didn't know why he was enjoying this deep clean session so thoroughly. It wasn't as if he'd been working hard all day and now needed a relaxing distraction. No, if anything the work he'd been doing around the barbershop had been pleasant and easy.

It must be the company, he realized, squeezing his thighs together around his friend's waist, resting his feet against the man's inner thighs. He'd made a real connection with this man, and what could be more relaxing than that?

"If you don't mind, sir," Kelli said meekly, wanting to gently pull the man out of his tranquility, "I'm done with your hair, and now it's time for your deep clean.

The man, Kelli's friend, as if reading his mind, leaned forward and allowed Kelli to disentangle himself. The younger man stood up, water dripping off his body, and stepped over his customer. The man then leaned back, taking the space that Kelli once inhabited. This gave Kelli the chance to kneel down before the man, lean forward, pressing his slicked up breasts into the man's chest, and grab a bar of soap from the floor.

"Now I know you won't mind if I get a little handsy," Kelli said, his lips so close to his customer's own that he could feel his breath, "but someone's got take care of Mr. Happy."

If Kelli's friend was able to come up with a clever nickname, then it was the least that Kelli could do to come up with one in return. Mr. Happy. It suited him! That hungry grin he held on his face as he stared Kelli in the eyes told the younger man that he had hit the nail on the head.

Soap in hand, Kelli slid down his friend's body, using his fingers to rub every inch of skin. The man's chest, his hips, his legs, his arms, even his groin and that strange skin tag, which had seemed to be rather small and floppy when they were out of the tub, but was surprisingly firm to the touch. Kelli rubbed and rubbed. The soap smelled divine, like vanilla and chocolate mixed together. Curious, once he had fully soaped up his customer, Kelli allowed the soap to drop into the water and leaned into the man's neck, enjoying the aroma. Then he experimentally let his tongue slip from between his luscious lips and taste the man's neck.

It was incredible.

Kelli knew he had to have more. He licked. He suck. The man's neck. His chest. His ears. Even his face. He didn't even pause to wonder how so much soap had gotten onto the man's lips. No, Kelli had found something that he loved, and he wanted more.

Sadly, though, soon the soap was all gone, either rinsed by the water or swallowed by Kelli's attentive mouth. Not that Kelli wanted to stop. He reached under the water, feeling for the soap. Laying atop his customer, Kelli couldn't find it on either side, but then, behind him, between his legs, he felt something in the man's crotch area. It was firm and long, similar to the soap bar. That must have been it.

Grabbing the soap bar firmly, but not so hard that it would slip away, Kelli pulled, but it didn't not come free. Had it somehow gotten lodged between the man's legs? Had it become stuck to the bottom of the tub? Kelli didn't know, but he didn't care. He wanted that soap.

Over and over he pulled, using his legs to slide up and down on the man's body. Greedily, he fixed his lips to the man's, sucking, enticing every tiny bit of flavour out of them, moaning in pleasure every time a bit of the taste appeared.

Kelli's work must have been working, because the soap seemed to be moving, getting closer to becoming free. Soon it was pressing stiffly into Kelli's own backside, fixing itself firmly between his butt cheeks.

"Yessss," Kelli moaned, coming up for a breath before returning to lock lips with his friend.

Up and down, his hand feeling the strange textures in the soap, his rear end enjoying the pressure it was creating, his lips hungrily looking for more flavour.

And then something happened.

The soap, still in Kelli's hand, erupted. Had it been filled with a sort of body wash? Perhaps it was a special product from this barbershop. Whatever the case, Kelli felt the space between his ass cheeks fill with a hot goo, something he hadn't expected to happen. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling, though. Being in the tub, it only made sense to get as clean as possible, and whatever had been inside the soap would have been an effective cleaning solution.

The customer was shaking and breathing in shallow breaths, almost panting. His eyes were closed tightly. Kelli worried for a second about the man, so with the soap still lodged in his rear end, he released it from his hand, bringing both hands up to hold either side of the man's head to show him that he was safe. Perhaps Kelli had become a bit too enthusiastic, a bit too self-focused while trying to get more of the delicious soap taste. He silently chastised himself, but still leaned forward and ventured one last taste of the man's lips, disappointed that they were now finally devoid of flavour.

And that's when it hit him. The goo!

Kelli leaned forward slightly, allowing the soap to slip free from his rear end, then reached behind him and scooped as much of the goo from behind him. Then, with the man's eyes now open and watching him, Kelli brought his fingers to his lips and swallowed every last drop that he could find, moaning in pleasure at the taste. It wasn't the same flavour as what had been on the outside of the soap, but it was every bit as delectable.

Finally, his hand empty, licked clean, his customer all washed up, Kelli climbed to his feet and stepped out onto the marble floor, water dripping from his slick body.

"You stay and enjoy the water, sir," Kelli said with a smile, unashamed that the man was staring at Kelli's naked body, since they were both men, after all, "you can get out when you're ready. Take your time. And thank you for letting me take care of Mr. Happy."

The man sank lower into the water with another satisfied sigh while Kelli giggled and walked out of the room, wet and naked. He was so blissfully fulfilled by the experience that he hadn't even thought to stop and grab his clothes on his way out. Even if he had, though, Kelli wouldn't have cared. This was Girl World, and everything would work out for the best.