The Perfect Setup - Sex Stories

The Perfect Setup

... to win back your clothing.” “But I don’t have any chips to bet with and nothing else to pawn. I am as naked as a newborn baby.” She started to cry softly. “No, you aren’t,” answered Lari. “But I tell you what. If you make yourself as naked as a newborn baby, I will give you $100 in chips. “What do you mean?” asked Donna, her eyes wide and questioning. “Duh!” came a rather drunken and slurred response from the other side of the table. Barbara continued, “Think, Dumbo! What do you have that a baby doesn’t have?... other than tits?” She started laughing and added, “Actually, I have seen some toddlers with bigger boobs that you have.” Donna just stared, not understanding until Charlie spoke. “Body hair... Dumbo. Lari is offering you $100 if you take it all off. And I think she means ALL of it, don’t you, Lari?” “My razor is in the shower in the bedroom,” whispered Donna, standing up next to her chair, but keeping her eyes looking at the floor. “Oh no!,” answered Lari. “If I’m paying a C-note for your peach fuzz, I am going to watch it come off. You are taking it all off right out here. And I don’t want just that little patch between your legs. I want everything except the hair on your head and your eyebrows.” After a soft chuckle she added, “for now.” Donna softly answered, “OK.” “As a matter of fact,” Lari looked over at me, “Frat boy over here is going to make sure that this is done right. He should be good with a razor. You would like that, wouldn’t you frat boy?” “Uh, I ...

... guess so,” I stammered out. “Good, then you won’t mind reimbursing me half the hundred as an entertainment tax.” She reached over and took $50 worth of chips off of my stack. Then she slapped Donna on the ass and ordered, “Go get your razors... no, we will need more than just the one you brought. There is a package of razors and a can of menthol shaving cream in the linen closet. The last renters must have left them. Bring those out.” A few minutes later, Donna reappeared carrying a plastic package of eight or so razors and three cans of shaving cream. “It won’t take that much, Dumbo,” mocked Barbara, but Lari cut her off with a curt, “Then we will have them ready for when you run out of chips, won’t we?” Then she said to me, “Come on frat boy. I can already see how much you’re enjoying this. Lather her up and make her as smooth as a baby’s ass.” Lari then turned to Barbara and said quite sternly. “Go get one of the big towels so we don’t get shaving cream all over the floor... And a couple of smaller towels so loser here can wipe herself clean after frat boy removes all the hair.” This wasn’t at all in the plan and it really made me wonder what normally went on when the Christmas Girls got together each year. But it wasn’t going to interfere with my plans so I decided to just accept it as a perk of the weekend. There was no doubt that I was enjoying this. My prick threatened to tear a hole in the front of my jeans as I slathered the shaving cream all over Donna’s body. I thought ...