Appointment #7

Emma was wearing the same shirt again. She had tested others, but this one slid down her back the best. She sat on the table, looking forward for the procedure to begin. She decided to skip the sheet today. Modesty was no longer a priority. Sitting on the table in only a shirt was exciting. LT would get a view of her bush the moment he walked it. She hoped the hot guy would too. Without the sheet to hold, she slid one hand up under her shirt and rolled her nipples between her thumb and finger. They were hard and happy. She plucked them and checked to make sure their proud shape would read through her shirt when the guys arrived.

LT knocked and entered. He greeted Emma as usual, and she caught his eyes darting down to her lap and chest numerous times during their routine round of questions.

When they were ready to start the procedure, Emma playfully asked “What about the chaperone question? Did you forget?” She smiled with a sly, mischievous look.

“I’m sorry.” LT apologized. “You’re right.” He thought for a moment, wanting to phrase the offer correctly. “Would you like me to call a chaperone?”

Emma’s eye widened and her heart started racing. “Yes, please.” She interrupted him.

“You should know,” LT continued. “The chaperone working today is the same one you saw at your first appointment.”

Emma froze. That was the most jarring change of vision she could imagine. There was no way she wanted that chaperone to encroach on her fun time with LT.

“On second thought,” Emma said. “Maybe we don’t need one today.”

“Understood.” LT said, being diplomatic about Emma’s obvious disappointment in today’s staffing schedule.

While Emma felt let down to not have the hot guy watching her, she still found some excitement about bearing herself to LT. At least he would know that every seductive move she made was just for him. She started lifting her leg up on to the table one at a time, giving him a good preview of what he would be touching soon. She eventually settled on her back, exposed from the rib cage down.

When LT placed his palm against her mound she raised it up slightly to push against him. She enjoyed the contact, and subtly encouraged him to press harder against her. On the second hair he caught on, and met her push with a bit more force. Was he answering her wish? Or just trying to hold her down and hold her still so that he could do his job? Either way, it felt good to have the push back.

As LT switched to the other side for hair number three, Emma reached down to scratch an itch on her calf. She swung her knee out and bent her leg in order to reach it. She hoped it looked believable. It was really just an excuse to give LT another short peek at her folds waiting down below.

Emma’s vocal reactions to the hair pulling were more quiet than usual, but she added more guttural breath behind each one. It was less about the pain or surprise, and more about an energy being unlocked and released from deep inside her.

When it was time for the stirrups Emma scooted down to the end of the table farther than usual. Her ass was almost entirely off the table. She had to pull her feet father back to set them into the stirrups. It allowed her to swing her hips out a bit wider. It was interesting how sliding down just a little bit more allowed her to open herself up so much. She felt her inner labia slowly peel apart and the cool room air circulate between her damp folds.

Again she pushed her pelvis against LT’s hand, trying to grind herself on his strong fingers. She felt the tip of his middle finger positioned on top of her clit. The roll of her pelvis caused it ever so slightly rub against his finger tip. She wished he would press his fingers harder against her, but the center of his palm was carrying all the weight. He was sealed around her opening, keeping it covered and blocked, preventing any further access to her delicate insides. He swayed it to one side and selected the next target.

As LT worked his way from hair to hair, Emma drifted one hand from her stomach, up under her shirt, and found a nipple. When he began to pull the hair, Emma pinched her nipple with ever increasing force, matching the sting in her sensitive nipple to the sting from the sacrificial hair follicle. She forced out an intense moan in sync with the pluck. If he was not going to touch her in a special way, she might just have to do it herself.

Each pluck of a hair was accompanied by the tweek of a nipple. He couldn’t see under her shirt, but Emma knew he was watching from the outside. The placement of her hand and motion under that thin fabric left very little to the imagination. He controlled the timing and moment of maximum intensity. She followed his lead and mirrored the attention to her own breasts.

When he was done with those four he stepped back, clicked a few buttons on the tool, and marked his notes on the paper. Emma took that moment to slide her other hand down her tummy. She slid her fingers through her bush, and passed her finger tips over her clit a few times. LT’s incidental touches had been too light, teasing her with the hope of more. She needed a direct press or two to shake off that craving, and quell the growing desire. She dug her finger tip down against her clit, worked it a few times in a circle, and then slid her hand back up, pulling slightly at her hood and hair as she withdrew from the area.

Emma worked her ass back up onto the table and shuffled over to be on her knees. She placed her toes over the edge near LT, and then leaned forward on her hands. She walked her way down to her elbows, noticing the wet spot she had left on the paper while sitting earlier. Her shirt slid down her back exposing her breasts hanging down. She kept inching her arms forward, until she could turn her head and place her ear on the table. Her nipples were now just grazing the paper, and her pelvis was rolled back as far as it could go. This was as much ass-up and head-down as was physically possible.

Her arms outstretched flat in front of her, with her palms down, anchored her well in that position. She could only manage a very slight rocking forward and back. LT held her ass cheeks still when he was pulling the hair, but when he went to place it into the container Emma took the opportunity to rock, as if someone was gently fucking her from behind. Her breast swung front to back, dragging her nipples back and forth across the table. Her moans from the hair pulling were almost indistinguishable from those made during sex. She wanted to paint as full a picture of LT as she could. He was very disciplined about his professional behavior, and Emma wondered if he would ever give into her advances.

When the last hair was removed, Emma squeeled out, “Yeaaa! Bandaid time!”

LT chuckled to himself as he documented the final measurements from the extraction tool. He took his time preparing the injection, and Emma hoped he was getting an eye full of her well presented backside. Finally she felt the cool wipe of the alcohol pad. Around in circles it went, homing in on exactly where the injection would land. Emma imagined him rubbing her pussy in circles in preparation for thrusting himself into her. She would rather feel him entering her body. Instead, LT pushed the needle down into her cheek, drove the plunger in, and pulled it back out.

Emma made an elaborate sigh, knowing that the standard injection was as good as it was going to get. She waited and waited, until the bandaid was applied, and then slowly lifted herself up, and returned to a sitting position.

“I’ll be right back with your paper.” LT said heading out the door.

“I’ll be waiting right here.” Emma answered playfully.

She admired the two wet spots she had left on the paper, and smoothed out the wrinkles so that LT would get to see the full size of them. She got dressed, collected the paper from LT, and traded it for an envelope of cash at the front desk. She headed to the bus stop with her pussy money, and a feral look in her eyes. An early shift at the restaurant was calling her. A vigorous masturbation session would have to wait until bedtime.