She luxuriates in the hot water pouring over her, running down her body, relaxing her muscles as it goes. Jane smiles, taking the shower nozzle and kneeling down on the soft floor, she turns it up between her legs. Bliss. She feels the relief as it cleans and warms her insides, the relaxation spreading up through her cervix, and all across her abdomen.
Eventually, she steps out of the shower, towelling herself off, and removing the showercap. Her last session had left her sweaty, but thankfully the hair products she used have spared her needing to wash that until the end of the day. Repeated drying could wreak havoc, and she loves her long wavy black hair. She makes some small fixes to her hair in the mirror, re-does her make-up, and applies a specially designed moisturiser to prevent chafing over repeated sessions.
“I don’t know how you do it.” a voice sounds around the corner. She walks over, recognising the young woman, Lita, sitting on the padded bench. Her left leg is still trembling slightly, stockings stained and covered in rips and ladders, her glorious, voluminous, and memorising purple hair a complete mess, sticky patches in it, along with all over her smooth, pale, naked skin.
Instinctively, Jane walks over, and begins massaging Lita’s leg, “Rough booth?” she asks.
Lita smiles weakly, “Thank you. It was a fairly standard promotion party. The boys were celebrating.”
“Those ones are always rough.” Jane replies, “The boys get all excited together, and end up pushing and shoving to get a piece of you. Doesn’t leave a good feeling at the end.”
“But you… you seem so calm, and you’ve already done two booths. You’ve still got a third to go, haven’t you? I’ve done one, and I’m not sure I can do another tonight.”
Jane smiles “I got lucky tonight. The last table were a couple in their 60’s looking to add some spice to their marriage. They said they’d both had their ageing stopped at 25, so they still had plenty of virility, but they were genuinely grateful for the part I was playing in their relationship. They were actually really sweet, I honestly hope they come again.”
Lita stares at Jane in wonder, “How old did you say you were again?”
“18,” Jane replies, “but I’m nearly 19, and have been doing this kind of thing for a while now”
“Wow, it's so weird, I’m 22,” Lita says “and I practically feel like a child next to you.”
Jane meets her gaze, holding it intensely, “How long have you been doing this?”
“Only a couple of weeks. Somehow I always managed to scrape by until now, but I just got kicked out of the mould infested craphole I was renting, and… well, I knew it was coming for a while now-” Jane’s arms close around her, pulling her in, “No, I haven’t cleaned up yet, I’ll get you all sticky, and you just got out of the shower.”
“I can clean up fast, this is important.” Jane says, “Don’t push yourself too hard. Ease in, and call it a night when you don’t feel like you can do any more.” she squeezes the sticky naked woman firmly, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek, and feels Lita’s hands close tightly around her back, her face burying into her neck.
“Thank you.” Lita’s voice trembles slightly.
The embrace lasts a while, until Jane pulls back to look Lita in the face again, “Do you think you can stand yet?”
Lita nods “Just about… why”
“Here, lean on me.” Jane pulls Lita up, the relatively small woman still appearing tall next to Jane’s tiny frame, and helps her over to the shower, “You need aftercare.”
“You don’t have time!” Lita gasps, “How long is it even until your next slot?”
“Long enough.” Jane replies, pulling Lita’s stockings off, and turning the shower on. Slowly, gently, Jane runs the water over Lita’s body, taking a soft, soapy cloth, and dabbing off the grime, then turns her attention to the woman’s hair. Lita props herself against the wall, soaking in the warmth of the water. Once Jane has finished with Lita’s hair, she moves the shower to her abdomen, the relief of tension instantly visible on Lita’s face.
“Would you like to do the next bit yourself?” Jane asks, offering the shower nozzle,
Lita simply collapses to the floor, “No, please, you’re amazing.” she opens her legs, and Jane sets to work. Lita smiles “I wish I could afford to hire you as my client.”
Jane smiles too, and leans over, kissing Lita before returning to work with the shower. “Someone like you won’t need to pay me.”
Once done, she leads Lita out of the shower, picking up a towel, and begins to dab her dry. As she does this, she hears the door open, heavy footsteps thump, and after a moment Hank, a hulking great man of a manager, hair having thoroughly migrated from scalp to chin, only to be replaced with a spiderweb tattoo, emerges from around the corner.
“Jane, do you have time for this? You’re up in 10 minutes.”
“Don’t worry, I can manage.” Jane replies,
“You’re a fucking star, Jane. Do you even have any idea how many regulars we have who show up just hoping you’ll happen to be in on the day? Sometimes we get guys come in, and hang around in the lounge the whole day, ordering small bites, and watching the dancers, just hoping you’ll be in later.”
Jane smiles, “That’s lovely Hank, but if you really want to make me happy, perhaps you could keep an eye on Lita while I go make my finishing touches?” She gives Lita’s hand a final comforting squeeze.
“Finishing touches? You’re soaking wet, and up in 10!”
“Oh ye of little faith.” she says, walking over to her locker to retrieve her costume. Wet hair be damned this time, she dries up using the blow-dryer, touches up her make-up, stockings and suspender belt on, knee high stilettos, and bow tie done, all in 5 minutes. She stops a moment in front of the full wall mirror, staring at her body, thinking about just what so many men were willing to do, pay, or give up for even a few hours of access. Then she puts on the tiny little thong, ready to go.
“You see?” she says to Hank, as he stares, flabbergasted. Whoever’s up next is eager, she thinks – there’s really not much to take off here.
