You finally leave

You stumble out into the corridor one long hour later, crying and shivering violently.

You are so, SO cold. You didn't even know it was possible to be this cold. Without even a single follicle of body hair to provide warmth, your bare skin was completely exposed to the cool air of the spa. Worse still, the girls had massaged cream all over your body that would apparently prevent hair growth. When you asked how long it would be effective for, the answer:

"Who knows? A day? A week? A month? Five years? You might be little baldy virgin for the rest of your life!"

Your skin was pink and tender, firstly abused by having hair ripped out, and then being subjected to a cold shower.

Being fondled by two insanely hot, scantily clad women would usually be your dream, but they had left you feeling violated, humiliated, and with frozen nether regions.

"Well don't you look handsome!" Candy greets you when you appeared in the foyer, smiling that evil smile of hers.

You knew she wasn't serious. You were completely bald from the eyebrows down, and clutching a pair of shorts that were far too large for you. You didn't even have any footwear!

"Can we please leave now?" you mumble, unable to meet her eyes. Everyone was looking at you...you'd never felt more humiliated or pathetic in your life.

"Of course, virgin," Candy replies, fishing your wallet out of her bag and handing it to you. "But you need to pay first."

Snatching up your wallet, you shuffle over to the desk, where the receptionist is grinning from ear to ear.

"One full body wax, with the "humiliate a virgin" Candy bonus. And it was a 150% tip, wasn't it?"

"That's right," Candy interrupts before you could protest. "It's not like this loser virgin needs the money to spend on a girlfriend anyway."

As you miserably pull out your card and typed in your PIN number, you felt a pair of hands grip the back of your shorts.

Next thing you knew, your shorts were round your ankles! The cold air caused your already small penis to shrivel up even more...a bodily reaction that did not go unnoticed.

The receptionist clasps her hands to her mouth and giggles as you glumly completed the transaction, aware that Candy had one foot planted on your shorts.

"I'm sorry!" she laughs, "it's just...so small!"

Burning with shame, you silently accept your receipt and hand your wallet back to Candy.

After safely securing it in her bag, the Asian pulls your shorts back into position, but not before fondling your junk and squeezing your balls JUST a bit too tightly to arrange them. A quick squeeze of your buttocks followed, and her hand retreats.

"Come on, then, virgin," Candy says, turning on her heel and striding away.

Holding your shorts in position, you waddle after her, gasping and grimacing as your bare feet pattered over the rough tarmac of the car park.

Candy took an unnecessarily long amount of time to find her car keys, but finally you were back inside.

"Do...do you think you could turn the air con off?" you shivered, holding yourself tightly and shivering as she pulled away.

"Still haven't learnt, eh?" Candy asks, leaning over and turning the air con up a few notches. "Honestly, Sam, I thought even you would have worked it out by now!"

Resolving to remain quiet and not complain about anything else, you sink back into your seat as Candy drives you to your next humiliation...