Eloise awoke to the sensation of Douglas Trainer sucking her breasts. Her breasts were full, and Douglas happily nursed for a long time. In an epiphany, Eloise now understood why her young master had asked the doctor to supply the hormones that caused her milk to drop. It was a way of being intimate that went beyond a roll in the hay or a cuddle. It was drawing sustenance from a partner. Just as Douglas and her young master injected their seed into Eloise, both drew something out. Something personal, life-sustaining, and sweet. It was a profound insight.
Presently, Douglas came up for air.
"I think I love you, Eloise."
"Are you sure you don't have me confused with your aunt?"
Douglas's smile widened, "Naughty! Naughty, slave! For that, you will have to kiss me."
They kissed for a long time.
Douglas's hand ran the length of Eloise's body. It came to rest at the juncture of her legs.
"I'm keeping this as a souvenir."
"Pardon?"
"Your bush. I'm taking it!"
"But..."
"I'm within my rights. Besides, slaves should be clean-shaven anyway."
Eloise allowed the words to settle in her psyche. Protesting was pointless. Douglas darted off to the bathroom for a moment and returned with a pair of cuticle scissors, a small bowl of warm water, a razor and shaving cream, and an empty mail envelope.
"Relax, Ellie. I'm an old hand at this."
The older woman parted her legs as Douglas centered himself between them. She stroked her feminine fur and mentally bid it goodbye. Would her young master allow her to grow it back? She didn't know, couldn't know until after the fact.
Eloise closed her eyes as Douglas gathered up the first bundle between his thumb and index finger and trimmed it as close to the skin as he dared.
Eloise's mind drifted back to the times he had shaved her. First, on their honeymoon, when she had to gently calm his frenzied hands lest he nick her with the razor. Then, as a husband of five years, he expertly and deftly chased down every follicle and confirmed his wife's smoothness with his adept tongue. She really missed Bob. As Douglas worked, Eloise spun a tale to tell her late husband. "You see, honey, I encountered Douglas Trainer at the dry cleaners. Oh, you didn't know he's filming on location here. Anyway, I said something about a big star such as him doing his own dry cleaning and one thing led to another. I took advantage of the hall pass YOU gave me. Now, don't look at me that way! Douglas also took a little memento to remember me by, but you'll have to undress me to find out what it was!"
And then Eloise would fly into Bob's arms, and they would make out like teenagers. Bob would undress her slowly and then marvel at the award-winning actor's handiwork.
"Nice as this is, Louise, you're growing it back immediately!" was the absent Bob's words in her ear. She stifled a chuckle.
Eloise heard the squirt of the shaving cream can and felt Douglas apply it to her nether regions. She opened her eyes. Douglas's face wore the same expression Bob's had when he prepared to shave her pussy. "Was this instinct universal among men?" she asked herself.
Eloise felt the gentle tug of the razor and the cool air on her now balding vulva. It was a not unpleasant sensation. She closed her eyes once more and just focused on the slow, deliberate tug of the razor and Douglas's fingers on her cunny. He was incredibly thorough, parting her lips gently in pursuit of every hair. His touch was confident, assured. Eloise relaxed completely.
Douglas wiped her dry with a corner of the bedsheet.
"Voilà !" he announced in a stage voice.
Eloise opened her eyes. Douglas was smiling. Somehow, he was even more handsome now than he had been the entire magical evening before. Her smile mirrored his.
His mouth closed in upon her sex.
The cunnilingus was the best so far. Eloise had forgotten just how sensitive she was there sans follicles. She squirmed as Douglas bore down her clitoris alive with sensation.
"Sweet Christ!" she bellowed as she exploded all over the actor's face. Then to the surprise and utter delight of both, Eloise fainted dead away.
When she came to, Douglas was gently stroking her hair.
"Wow!" she gasped.
"I must have you, Ellie!"
"What?"
"I'm serious. You are literally everything I've been looking for."
"Master Douglas, I believe that is just the sex talking."
"Like hell, this is only about the sex!"
"I'm flattered. I'm overwhelmed."
"And I'm head over heels in love!"
For the longest time, they stared at each other. Eloise could think of nothing to say, and Douglas had no desire to say anything more. At length, she excused herself to use the bathroom.
Sometime later, Eloise sat at the small table opposite Binna. The Korean woman wore a contented smile. Douglas and her young master sat at opposite ends. All quietly dined on the room service breakfast.
"Tim, you are the luckiest bastard on the planet."
"Hey, Doug, there is considerable skill in what I do. Betting isn't guesswork, you know."
"I'm not talking about that!" replied the actor as his gaze encompassed Eloise.
"You've done fine yourself, Doug. Binna is a dream."
"Unquestionably but dreams vary."
"Not sure I'm following you."
The actor slicked back his hair. "I need a few days, maybe longer, to contemplate and assess things. That number I texted you at is still valid, right?"
"It's my personal number."
"Good. I may be in touch about something personal."
"Sure, Doug," replied the young man not quite grasping the actor's meaning.
**
"Wow!" exclaimed the young Master as he contemplated and ran his hands over Eloise's bald snatch.
"Daddy, like!"
"So, you are going to keep it this way, boss?"
"For a little while at least. But I'll want you to grow it back at some point, if only to say I shaved you myself."
"OK, boss."
They were back at their hotel on the strip. Although the desire to make love was undeniable, an overarching sensation of simply wanting to savor the afterglow predominated. The young master dressed his slave in an attractive, relatively modest bikini while he donned swim trucks. For the rest of the day, they lazed by the pool, slowly nursing drinks. Tim even had their meals delivered poolside. This was the last of his complementary days' stay at the hotel. Business intruded on their day just a bit. From time to time, Tim had to answer contractually mandated phone calls and text messages. Mostly, however, both he and Eloise sat by the pool wearing inscrutable grins.
Very relaxed and very tan, they returned to their hotel room, undressed each other, and snuggled under the covers until sleep captured them. It was a phenomenally intimate moment.
Returning home was anticlimactic. Eloise was in her maid's garb carrying a bundle of laundry to the utility room. She gave her many unknown watchers a thrill when she wriggled out of her stained maid uniform and tossed it in with the current load. innocently, she completed the rest of her housekeeping tasks that day in the nude. The young master noted that this particular day of cleaning was a special favorite in frequent replay on Elle's Only Fans page. Sometimes he felt pangs of guilt in exploiting her this way, but the pangs always died against the wall of cash said exploitation brought in. He reminded himself that Ellie was a slave and as such had no right to privacy or any other right. This is what she signed up for when she became a scapegoat he reasoned.
Breaking up their routine, a young female journalist arrived to conduct an in-depth interview for a major betting publication. The journalist was quite pretty, with strawberry blonde curls, a dusting of freckles across her nose, and Velma-style glasses that did nothing to distract from her good looks. Eloise was dressed in the dowdiest clothes the kid owned, an A-line skirt, low heels, and a not-overly-clingy floral blouse. The journalist saw only the collar around her neck.
After a tour of the young master's impressive home. The journalist, whose first name was Monica, settled herself on the couch next to her young Master. Eloise noted but was sure that Tim did not, that Monica subtly hiked up her skirt as she sat down, exposing more leg. Monica also leaned forward when Eloise served the coffee and Danish so that her young master had a clear view of her robust cleavage. Eloise hated her immediately.
The interview was extensive and surprisingly intimate. Eloise was quite sure that her young master would regret answering some of those deeply personal questions when the interview was published. Monica's tape recorder took in every word, her eyes and notebook captured everything else.
Eloise served lunch as the interview transitioned from "up close and personal" to "show me yours and I'll show you mine." Monica was the sort of female journalist who used every feminine while she possessed to land a story and her young master was putty in her hands.
"Let's see how good you are, let's make a little wager, Mr. Anderson. The cut and color of my panties?"
"Bikini and pink!" shot back Tim.
Eloise died a little as the two snickered like teenagers.
"Well, am I correct, Monica?"
"Start the adult beverages flowing, Tim, and you may find out."
"Ellie! Whiskey for me and..."
"A chardonnay,"
"... A chardonnay for Monica."
Eloise prepared the drinks. She managed to suppress the urge to spit in Monica's wine. She served the drinks with a smile.
"Ellie, why don't you whip up some dinner," he paused and said, "I'll be right back." He strode off toward the bathroom. Eloise was alone with Monica for the first time. They glared at each other.
"I'm surprised Tim is into grandmas."
Eloise bit her tongue.
"What are you? Fifty?"
"Forty-four!"
"Close enough!"
Eloise shot the shorter girl the stink eye.
"I've done my homework on your owner. Exactly what I'm looking for in terms of wealth and looks. Plus hitching myself to him will only accelerate my career. Seducing him is a no-brainer actually."
Eloise's hands tightened into fists.
"Easy, old bat, I can sweet talk Tim into dispensing with you at a brothel in Sun City, Arizona, where you can suck on retired old man cock twelve hours a day!"
Her young master took that moment to re-enter the room.
