Female waxer turned out to be my rival's best friend CFNM SPH

[jllash]

"So, what brings you in today?" The perky voice of the receptionist cut through the muffled chatter of the salon. I shifted nervously in my seat, glancing around at the immaculate white walls adorned with pictures of well-groomed models.

"Just a... uh... a regular wax appointment," I managed to squeak out. I had never had a wax done before on my genitals, just the thought made me nervous but I heard some girls liked it well taken care of, and I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone so I had made an appointment.

The receptionist nodded, her eyes scanning the appointment book. "Ah, you're here to see Melissa. She's running a bit late, but she'll be with you shortly."

A few minutes later, the door to the waiting area swung open, and Melissa stepped in, her dark hair tied back in a neat ponytail, her smile as bright as the salon's lights. "Hey there," she said, her eyes meeting mine. "You're up next."

I followed her into the waxing room, feeling the weight of the situation grow heavier with every step. The room was small, with a single chair in the center and a tray of waxing supplies on a nearby counter. "Strip down everything below your waist and hop on the chair," Melissa instructed, her tone professional but friendly.

My heart racing, I did as I was told, feeling a cold breeze hit my bare skin as my pants and underwear dropped to the floor and sat back on the chair. Melissa's eyes flickered downward for a split second before she looked away. "Ready?" she asked, her voice a little too cheery.

I nodded, gripping the chair's armrests tightly. She began explaining the process, her voice calm and soothing.

Melissa was meticulous in her work, spreading the wax in smooth, even strokes before ripping off each strip with a quick, firm motion. The pain was surprisingly tolerable, and despite my nerves, I found myself relaxing under her skilled hands.

"So," she began, her voice casual as she prepped for the next round, "do you have any hobbies or anything interesting going on?"

"Just work mostly," I replied, my voice tight.

Melissa nodded, her eyes focused on her task. "Where do you work?"

"At the office building on the corner of Main and Elm," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm in marketing."

Melissa's eyes snapped up to meet mine, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "No way! That's where my friend Rachel works," she exclaimed, placing a strip of wax and pressing it firmly against my skin. "You guys must know each other."

I felt my stomach drop. Rachel was my long time rival at work. We had started the same year and have been in fierce competition ever since. Yet here I was, completely exposed to her friend. My mind raced, should I pretend I didn't know her? What if she mentioned it? What if she said something about my... size? The thought made my cheeks burn with embarrassment, but I decided to be honest.

"Yeah, we started around the same time," I said, trying to keep my voice casual despite the sudden spike in tension. The feeling from the wax was almost comforting now.

Melissa raised an eyebrow. "Rachel, huh? She's a sweetie. What's it like working with her?"

I gritted my teeth as she ripped off the strip of wax, the hair coming with it. "It's... fine," I said, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. "She can be a handful."

Melissa chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's Rachel for you," she said, clearly enjoying the gossip.

The rest of the session passed in a blur of painful tugs and forced small talk. I found myself eager to escape the situation, but also weirdly curious about what Melissa and Rachel's friendship entailed. Would they laugh about me over drinks after work? The thought was both mortifying and oddly thrilling.

Finally, it was over. Melissa stepped back and surveyed her handiwork with a critical eye. "Looks good," she said, her voice professional once more. "Time for some after photos so we know what to aim for next time."

I gulped, was this normal? This is the first time I had a wax but it seemed unnecessary. I shuddered at the possibility she might show Rachel the pictures. Before I had a chance to protest Melissa had already picked up her phone and with a knowing smile and snapped a few quick photos. "Great," she said, her thumbs dancing across the screen. "If you want, I can send them to you for your records."

I nodded, my face flushing. "Sure," I managed to croak out. She promised she'd send them over and helped me off the chair. The cool air of the room hit my freshly waxed skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I quickly dressed, eager to leave the salon and the potential embarrassment behind.

As I paid, Melissa's eyes glinted with something that could have been amusement or mischief. "Thanks," I mumbled, trying to keep my dignity intact.

The following days at work were a rollercoaster of anxiety. Every time Rachel walked by, I felt my heart skip a beat. Did she know? Did Melissa mention it? I couldn't bring myself to ask, the thought of confirming my fears was too much to bear. Rachel, on the other hand, seemed more confident than usual, her usual competitive glares replaced by a smug smirk that I couldn't quite read.

On the third day, Rachel cornered me by the water cooler. "So," she began, her voice a little too sweet, "how was your weekend?"

My heart raced as I tried to play it cool. "Oh, you know. Just the usual," I said, filling my cup and avoiding her gaze.

Rachel leaned closer, her smirk growing wider. "Really?" she asked, her eyes dancing with something that looked suspiciously like glee. "I heard you had quite the... 'waxing' experience."

I nearly choked on the water I was sipping. "Wh-what?" I stammered, trying to keep my cool.

Rachel's eyes gleamed with a knowing look. "Oh, you know," she said, her voice a playful purr. "A 'little' birdie told me you got a bikini wax," she wiggled her pinky finger.

I felt my face go up in flames, "It's just... personal grooming," I managed to spit out, trying to play it off.

Rachel's smirk grew even wider. "Well, I'm just saying, it's not every day you hear about a guy getting his 'little guy' waxed down there," she teased.

I coughed, trying to recover. "It's... it's nothing," I protested weakly.

Rachel leaned in closer, "Yeah it really did look like there wasn't much of anything," she quipped, and I felt the blood drain from my face as the implication hit me like a ton of bricks.

"What?" I sputtered, trying to keep the horror out of my voice.

Rachel leaned back, sipping her own water with an air of satisfaction. "Well, Melissa mentioned you had a bit of a... 'snack-sized' situation down there," she said, "and it turns out she took some photos..."

My mind raced as I tried to formulate a response. But Rachel was already scrolling through her phone, her eyes lighting up as she found what she was looking for. She turned the screen towards me, and there it was: a photo from the waxing session. Me, laid bare and vulnerable, my penis on full display. I felt like the floor was about to give way beneath me.

"It's not... it's not what it looks like," I stuttered, desperately searching for a way out of this mortifying situation.

Rachel's smirk grew into a full-blown grin as she held the phone closer to my face. "Oh, it's exactly what it looks like," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Rachel had always had a knack for finding the perfect way to get under my skin, but this was a new level of humiliation. "It's just..." Rachel's voice trailed off, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's just so... tiny."

Rachel's thoughts raced through her mind like a hurricane of gleeful possibilities. She had seen the way I'd tried to one-up her in meetings, the subtle glances I'd throw her way when I thought I'd scored a point. Now, she had something she could use to knock me down a peg, and she was going to revel in it. The image of my exposed penis was the ultimate trump card.

Her mind buzzed with the power she now held in our workplace rivalry. The knowledge of my secret made her feel invincible, like she had a secret hand grenade ready to lob at any moment.

As Rachel took a sip of her water, her eyes never leaving mine, I could almost hear her thoughts. "From now on, one little knowing look and he'll be forced to back down." The power had permanently shifted.

"I-I'd prefer if you kept that to yourself," I managed to murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. Rachel's smile grew even wider.

"Oh, I'm sure you would," she said, tucking her phone away. The glint in her eye told me she would use this to her advantage, and the thought made my stomach churn.

A week passed, and the office was abuzz with talk of the new project. It was the kind of opportunity that could make or break our careers, and Rachel and I both had our sights set on it. We found ourselves sitting across from each other in the conference room, our boss explaining the details.

The moment came when she asked for volunteers. Rachel's hand shot up, her eyes gleaming. "I'd love to take it on," she said confidently.

I raised my hand too, trying to match her bravado. "I've got some great ideas," I added.

Our boss looked between us, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. "Great to see the enthusiasm," she said, "I'll let you two sort out who will take it on."

Rachel's eyes never left me as she spoke up, "Don't you think it would be better if I handled this one?" she asks me, her gaze dropped to my crotch for the briefest of moments, and she gave me a wink so subtle it could have been missed by anyone not looking for it.

The room seemed to shrink around me as the reality of the situation dawned. She had me over a barrel, and she knew it. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and I knew I had no choice but to back down. "Sure," I murmured, trying to keep the defeat out of my voice. "You're probably more... experienced in this area."

Rachel's smile grew into a full-blown smirk as she took charge of the conversation. "Great," she said, turning back to our boss. "I'll take point on this one."

Our boss nodded, oblivious to the silent battle that had just unfolded. "Wonderful, Rachel," she said, handing over the project brief. "Keep me updated."

As the meeting broke up, Rachel's eyes remained on me, the smirk never leaving her face. She sailed past me, her hips swaying more than usual, and I knew she was enjoying every moment of this. "Hey," she called over her shoulder, "Why don't you come to my office? We can chat about the project."

My heart sank. This couldn't be good. I followed her into the office, feeling like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Rachel closed the door behind us with a click that echoed through the room. She leaned back against the desk, her arms crossed over her chest, the power dynamics in the room palpable.

"So, I just made you my bitch," Rachel said, gloating.

I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to respond. But my mind was a whirlwind of embarrassment and anger. "What do you want?" I snapped.

Rachel's smile grew even more smug. "I want you to understand your position," she said, leaning forward and placing her hands on the desk. "You're in a very... compromising situation. And if you don't play nice, those photos might just end up in the office group chat."

The room felt like it was closing in around me. "You wouldn't," I whispered, but even I didn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. Rachel had always been ruthless in our professional rivalry, and now she had the ultimate leverage.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" Rachel's eyes narrowed. "You know, I was going to let you off with a warning but you've just tested me," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "For that you have to pay. Strip."

I stared at her in shock, "What? No, I can't..."

Rachel's eyes flashed with a mix of excitement and malice. "Oh, I think you can," she said, her voice taking on a more dominant tone. "You don't want everyone to know your little secret, do you?"

Panic surged through me, and I knew I had no choice. Slowly, I began to unbutton my shirt, my hands trembling. Rachel's smile grew as she watched me, savoring every moment of my humiliation.

With trembling hands, I peeled off my shirt, revealing my bare chest.

"Good," Rachel purred, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Now the rest."

My mind raced as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. Rachel leaned back in her chair, her legs crossed, watching me with a smug satisfaction that made my stomach churn.

With shaking hands, I slid my pants down my legs, revealing my boxers. Rachel's eyes remained on my face, watching every twitch of embarrassment and fear that played out across my features.

"Socks too," she said, her tone a mix of command and amusement.

My face burned as I peeled off my shoes and socks, feeling more exposed than I ever had in my life. Rachel's eyes never left me, drinking in my discomfort. I stepped out of my pants, my heart racing as I stood before her in just my boxers.

"And the underwear," Rachel said, "Everything off."

My hands trembled as I reached for the waistband of my boxers. Rachel's smug expression made it clear that she was enjoying this, and the idea that she had power over me was both infuriating and... thrilling?

With a deep breath, I slid my underwear down, stepping out of them and standing before her completely naked, clasping my hands over my privates. Rachel's eyes traveled down my body, lingering on my covered penis before returning to meet my gaze.

"Now hand me your clothes," Rachel said, her voice firm and unyielding.

With one hand still shielding my most vulnerable parts, the other hand with trembling fingers piled up my clothes and handed them to her. She took them with a sense of triumph, holding them on her lap.

"Put your hands at your sides," Rachel ordered, her eyes glittering with excitement.

With a sinking feeling, I did as I was told, my arms dropping to my sides, my body fully exposed. Rachel took her time, her gaze lingering on my bare chest, then down to my penis. She leaned back in her chair, a smug smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of me, vulnerable and powerless before her.

The air was thick with tension as Rachel took a moment to savor my discomfort. Then, she spoke, her voice a mix of amusement and authority. "You see, you're going to do as I say from now on. You're going to let me take any project I want, you're not going to argue back, and you're going to do it without question."

"But..." I began, my voice trailing off as Rachel held up a hand.

"No buts," she said firmly. "This is your new reality."

The way Rachel spoke, so confidently, so in control, was both terrifying and humiliating. My mind raced with scenarios of her flaunting my naked photos around the office, my colleagues' laughter ringing in my ears.

"Now tell me," Rachel said, her eyes glinting with victory, "Tell me you're my bitch."

The words stuck in my throat, but the fear of her exposing my secret was stronger than my pride. "I-I'm your bitch," I forced out, feeling the humiliation wash over me like a cold shower.

Rachel's smile grew even more smug as she took a leisurely look at my naked body before leaning back in her chair. "Good," she said, breathing out and holding out my clothes. "I'm glad we understand each other."

I snatched the clothes from her, my cheeks burning, and hastily dressed. Rachel watched me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I hope you'll remember this lesson," she said, her voice a low purr.

I exited her office, the door clicked shut behind me, leaving Rachel alone with my humiliation hanging in the air. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes glazed over with the thrill of victory. The feeling was exhilarating, like the sweet taste of success after a particularly nasty battle. Rachel had always enjoyed a good power play, but this... this was next level.

The power was intoxicating, the way I'd crumpled under the weight of her knowing smirk. Rachel couldn't resist the urge to check the photo again, her eyes lingering on my penis, completely bare of any hair. She giggled to herself, remembering the look on my face when she first revealed that she had the photo.

Her thoughts grew more heated as she thought about me standing in her office, stripping for her. Rachel felt a thrill run through her, the thought of having that kind of control over someone she'd always seen as a rival was incredibly arousing. She slipped a hand inside her underwear, feeling herself getting wet at the thought.

With a sly smile, Rachel quickly got up and locked the office door, returning to her chair. Her thoughts grew increasingly sexual as she pictured the scene again, my naked body before her, trembling with humiliation. Rachel couldn't resist the urge to relive the moment, her hand slipping back into her panties as she sat back down at her desk.

In the safety of her office, Rachel allowed herself to indulge in her newfound dominance over me. She thought of the countless ways she could use this secret to manipulate and control me at work. The thrill of it made her wetter and wetter, her breath hitching in her throat as she touched herself.

Her eyes drifted to the project brief, the paperwork for the project she had so easily claimed. Rachel knew that having me at her mercy was only going to make victory taste sweeter. She bit her lip, her hand moving in slow, deliberate circles.

Her mind wandered to the countless times we'd competed, the subtle jabs and jockeying for power. Now, she had something so primal and personal to hold over me. Rachel felt her climax building, her breath quickening.

Her hand worked faster, her eyes fluttered closed as she reached the peak, her body spasming with pleasure. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

The moment of release was intense, Rachel's head dropping back, her hand still between her legs. The thrill of her victory over me, the thought of me naked and humiliated, it all culminated in a powerful orgasm that left her panting.

[Lola]

Great idea for a story! When she says "Don't you think it would be better if I handled this one?" and stares at his crotch is pretty hot

[Hooked6]

Great story. Will there be a second chapter?

Hooked6

[Skylar21]

I do enjoy a good blackmail story. Lots of possibilities here for further humiliation.

[BABYRYAN2121]

yes please continue this one! more forced photographs please!

[NudeBaG]

Oof!
Not a fan of SPH,
But maybe he’s a grower, not a shower?