You've been led into a small, cramped, dark room in back of the salon. Three women surround you. Two of them begin taking off your shoes and socks, and one of them lifts your shirt off over your head. One of them asks, "What can we do for you today?"
The attention the women are paying you makes you a bit uncomfortable. You answer, "My wife has been wanting me to get waxed."
The women all share a mischievous glance. "We can do that for you. But first, we need to cleanse the skin." After having removed your shirt, the tallest of the three women grabs a small bottle from a shelf. Emptying some of the contents into her hands, she bends down and starts applying it to your face. "This is an exfoliant. You may feel a tingling sensation, but it's normal."
The woman was right, it does tingle. In fact, it feels rather good. The circular motion of the woman's hands on your face, coupled with the tingling feeling and the light, pleasant scent of the lotion makes your whole body feel heavy and relaxed. As your head tilts back, the other two women remove your pants and underwear. They start rubbing the tingling lotion onto your pecs, abs, and arms. Your brain can't keep up with the pleasure it's sensing, and you become aroused.
"Are you alright, sir?" One of the women asks.
You try to speak, but all you can manage is a low, "Ohh, yeah." The women lift you up and rub the lotion onto your back and buttocks, and then one of them grabs your cock and works some lotion in.
"Just let go," they women say, "just let go."
You let go. Your hips buck back and forth as you feel a climax coming. As your cock erupts, you slump back in your chair. Now completely unconscious and covered in lotion, the three women wash their hands in a nearby sink.
One of them looks at you, "Are you sure he'll be okay here all night?"
"He'll be fine. I'll come in early tomorrow morning and check on him."
The women shut out the lights and lock the front door.