With the receptionist finished typing in my info, one of the other women introduces herself and says she's all ready for me.
She's wearing the standard black Cosmetologist smock unbuttoned as is the other woman that's apparently there to look on. The Cosmetologist walks me to the edge of the table and tells me to wait there while she steps over to maneuver a roll-away screen from its storage spot.
"I'll put this in place in front of us so you can have some privacy while I'm working on you." I think to myself; Gee, thanks. I can see right through the thing! The "privacy screen" is nothing but a white sheer curtain fashioned on an aluminum frame with wheels.
I'm leaning with my backside against the edge of the table and the Cosmetologist at my right is preparing her gear. She's going back and forth from the haircutting station to lay out things along the table. While I'm waiting there I can look thorough the curtain to see the other woman and the receptionist together watching everything that's going on. I can also see out the open door past the screen into the hallway so, anyone that walks by can probably look in to see me, too.
"Ok, lift up your gown and lean back on the table like that," she instructed me.
I lifted my gown and held it in place above my abs and had my other hand behind me on the table as she started with her clippers. "This way your hair will fall on the floor. It's much easer to sweep up that way," she says as she grabs onto my stiff cock.
She was taking advantage of the situation holding onto my exposed dick like that as she started to buzz away all my pubes. The Cosmetologist pulled my dick to the left (buzz) and off came the hair. To the right (buzz) and off with the rest. She told me she'd do me a favor by leaving a patch just above the base of my dick. Only she used the word Shaft in her explanation of what she was doing to trim me up.
"That'll look nice above your shaft," she said followed up with a big smile.
"How considerate of you," I said to her trying not to sound worried at what she was doing.
She switched to a smaller electric razor like instrument and started on my balls. She'd hold me up to get underneath cupping them with her open hand. I had to spread my legs to allow her access which felt pretty awkward given the situation I was in. I peeked up at the two onlookers while this was going on and I swear it looked like the Receptionist was taking pictures with her camera phone. With the lighting the way it was in the room it allowed me to clearly see the glow from the phone's screen. I'm sure she was aiming it at me. The Cosmetologist put down her instruments and brushed away the remaining stray hairs clinging to my skin with a towel. This made my hard dick bob and sway back and forth which she was enjoying by the look on her face. She reached in-between my thighs and shook my balls around with the towel, too. "We're not done yet," she says. "Now, we can start with the shaving."
I look down at myself and see bare skin all around except for the square cube of pubes she promised me.
"What else is there left to shave?"
"Oh, the Doctor wants you cleaned up so we'll only do as she wishes." She takes the shaving gel and spreads it all around my dick and ball sack. With a firm grasp the Cosmetologist pulls my dick down to force it to 90° so she can shave my full shaft.
