Emergency Stop

May I have Another

"Ok, big guy. Look...when is Donovan expecting me?" 

"Well, there 's no set time, but I'm supposed to get you up there and call him." 

"What is it between you two?" 

"Between us two?" 

"Yeah...I mean, like what do you do for him?" 

"Oh, I'm his barber and part of his security team." 

"Security team. What does he need security for?" 

"Well, I can't exactly tell you...but he does." 

"Ok...so..well...then what do you need to do to 'prep me' for.....my appointment? I'm shackled, got my dress up around my tits, a tail mounted in my ass....is there any other kinky details I should know about?" 

"Well...yeah....one. You see...aaa...Donovan doesn't like pubic hair." 

" And you... being his barber....are going to shave me?" 

"Right." With that Jonathan bent and pulled a knife looking thing from his pants on the floor, and flipped out a straight blade that gleamed sharp and menacing in the elevator lights. 

"What the fuck is that?" Heather blurted. 

"That, my dear, is my weapon of choice. Both in a fight and in my job. A DOVO blade. Extra sharp." Jon expertly whipped the blade free from its handle into a position that Heather took to be ready to shave or... to cut someone's throat. He moved the blade through the air miming shaving someone, the sharp blade edge glinting as it swept an imaginary face, with a Sweeny Todd flourish. He seemed to be lost in revelry for a moment that Heather took to be the art of his profession. 

"Hey..aaah..you're making me nervous with that thing." 

"Oh, sorry. Was trying to show you how light I am with the blade. I consider it kind of a dance...my art. Shaving another person with a straight blade is one of the most intimate acts. You have to trust me...entirely; or it doesn't work." 

"And you think I am going to trust you down there?" Heather nodded toward her nether region. 

"Well....I think you don't have a choice." 

" I could scream." 

"I have a sock." 

"Yeah....Ok...no sock...and, be gentle. How do you want me?" Jonathan reached down and took a small, metal disc like can from his pants, and pulled the lid free. Placing the blade on Heather's back as a shelf, he spit on his fingers he worked the contents of the can into a lather. Then, with fingers full of foam, he pulled her tail up with one hand and began to knead soap with Heather's moisture till her red muff was a lathered mass of bubbles. 

The soap had a manly scent of sandalwood with a bit of menthol. Jon seemed to relax too as he moved to his trade. From her position, Heather watched as his member slowly morphed from battering ram to overstuffed sausage. Jon massaged Heather's flanks, hips and buttocks reassuring her that he meant no harm. Heather closed her eyes, willing herself to relax. Picking up the blade, Jon sat down on the floor, facing her behind. Without hesitation, he pulled her tail lightly, causing her ass to present itself to him. Then she felt the cool blade, slicing her clean, down along her ass cleavage and tight to her asshole. The sensation was strange and exhilarating. She could tell he was good. Three or four swipes and he wiped the blade free on the inside of his leg. There, Heather could see her orange hair mingling with his dark coarse hairs and foam. He then turned the blade on her thighs, pulling the skin taut with one hand and stoking the blade down and away from her mound. She could tell the shave was clean and tight. 

It was intimate. She could get used to this. He pulled the tail to redirect her hips and expose the other thigh. More orange hair added to his. He then swung his legs around and ducked under Heather to face her straight on. Jon pulled her to a standing position with the tail between her legs. He seemed to be contemplating the best approach for the challenge of her unruly muff when her dress descended from its perch on her shallow bosom, to land around his shoulders, casting his whole effort in the dark. He pushed the dress up annoyed, looking to Heather for assistance. 

Heather, arms shackled, stared back in bemusement, as the dress fell over him again when he went to use his hands. Jon got to his knees and made to cut the dress free from her. "Whao...whao... there big fella, just what are you doing?" 

"Ah...getting this out of my way." 

"Is it necessary to destroy one of my favorite dresses? What am I going to wear when I leave? I think we can get this dress off the old fashion way and I don't think I have to be chained up to shave me. I'll submit willingly, if you'll free my hands." 

"Well...I suppose. Where are you going to go anyway?" With that Jonathan put down the razor and freed Heather from the handrail. "Thanks. Now how would you like me? I don't want you messing up and cutting me by accident." Heather slipped her dress off and removed the bangle cuffs so she could rub her sore wrist. 

Jon, looking at the red marks on her skin asked..."so did those cut you?" 

"Almost!! They aren't exactly padded. What are you guys thinking?" 

"Ah...I don't know. That's Donovan stuff." 

"Well they suck. You should try them." 

"Yeah...I should." 

With that prompt hanging in the air, Heather plucked the razor from Jonathan's hand and placed first one and then the other bangle over his wrist and looked up at him expectantly. "Well?" 

"Well, I don't think they're that bad." He said with a shrug. 

"Ok...sure...when their just on your wrist, but when you're shackled to the handrail and then fucked hard with that thing." She slapped his flaccid dick playfully and smiled. 

"Ok...Ok...I get it. I'll tell Donovan to get some padded cuffs or something." 

"Or something? What; do you guys do this on a regular basis?" Heather was starting to get pissed. 

"Yeah? Or something?!" She shoved Jon into the corner, and dropping his razor, reached between his legs and yanked his cock back and up so that he bent forward, catching himself on the rails. She wasn't the only one with a tail to pull. 

"I think you need to see how this feels!" Heather was surprised at herself. This was fun. His cock pulled up between his legs with one hand, She smacked his ass hard with her open hand. Jon started at her reflection in the mirror, surprised, but didn't move to pull away, as a red welt arose from his cheek. 

Heather pressed her luck and slapped him again. He laughed. That made her mad, and she moved quickly to pull the bangle chain around his left wrist and then swatted him again, noticing that his cock was no longer flaccid, but was starting to rise. 

Again she hit him. This time as hard as she could. She pulled her hand away smarting. Jon smiled without flinching, lifting his ass to taunt her. "YOU BASTARD! You're enjoying this!" She bellowed and unleashed a fury of strikes with both hands as he smiled back at her, his cock stiffing more by the moment. 

"AAAHHHH!!!" Heather screamed and threw herself, exhausted and frazzled down on his hairy back side panting. He was laughing at her! Deep belly laughs that rolled Heather up and down with his breaths. "You ass! You think that's funny?" Her ear to his back, she could hear him trying to muffle his mirth. She could also feel his ass pushing back against her mound, and remembered his excitement. 

He didn't just think it funny!