The Belmont Grooming House: Vol. 01

Chapter One

"Damn, I need a haircut."

Will Foster looked himself over in the mirror. He didn't look too bad for forty-five. In his mind, he equated that to being divorced for over a year and never deciding to start a family. In the last eighteen months Will had lost fifty pounds and grew a very masculine-looking beard. His eyes raked over his leaner torso and slowly drew his eyes up to his face. The dark bags under his eyes were gone and that vein in his temple was much less noticeable. Perhaps it was his new diet, perhaps it was the exercise, perhaps it was getting more sleep. However, Will knew it was freedom and it looked good on him.

Will got dressed, made coffee and walked out onto his back deck. He sat at the outdoor table and began searching barbershops in town. He knew he needed a beard trim as well as a haircut and spent the better part of twenty minutes looking up places on his phone. He called a few shops and was met with little to no luck.

Then, he found a newer place called The Belmont Grooming House. It had no reviews or website, yet had a phone number. He called and got a recorded message. The voice on the end of the line was a deep male voice and in a British accent said, "thank you for calling The Belmont Grooming House, where we cater to men's grooming needs and desires, please leave your name and number and we will call you back as soon as we are able."

Will matter-of-factly stated his name and phone number and went about his morning sipping coffee and scrolling through the daily news. He dressed and ran some errands around town. He stopped at the florist to get some tulips for his grandmother's grave, he went to the grocery store for fresh fruit, then he headed to the library to pick up some books on reserve. As he was turning into the parking lot, his phone rang loudly over his SUV's Bluetooth system.

"Hello?"

"Good day to you, Gavin here, proprietor of The Belmont Grooming House. I'm returning a call from a Mr. Foster, do I have the pleasure of speaking with him?"

Gavin had a very posh accent and Will suddenly felt out of place in his driver's seat staring at a library in rural Illinois. However, Will had the sneaking suspicion 'Gavin' was either automated or AI. "Um, yes, yes this is he."

"Excellent, did you wish to make an appointment for our services?" Gavin inquired.

"Yes, please. I am looking for a haircut and beard trim if I could," Will said quickly.

After a short beat, Gavin spoke up. "Ah yes, we have an appointment on the morrow with Aria at 16:00"

Will had to do math in his American brain and accepted the appointment with a subdued, "perfect."

"Excellent my good sir, Aria will be expecting you. Thank you for choosing The Belmont Grooming House, for all your needs and desires."

With that Gavin hung up and Will finished his errands.

Chapter Two

Will showered the next morning and did his usual routine. He combed his hair, rubbed beard oil into his thick beard, and applied his usual deodorant and cologne. He wore a white button up shirt with no undershirt, black jeans, and white sneakers. He whistled to himself as he drove to the barbershop.

He pulled up to the shop and took in the building. The structure was two stories tall, had red brick walls, small circular stained glass windows around the second floor, and a black metal door with no knob. There was no sign or any indication, this was the place. He double-checked the address and map. Satisfied, Will got out of his car and approached the entrance. Next to the door was a small black doorbell that had an image on it. Will leaned down to get a good look at it and smiled at the sticker.

It was a simple logo that utilized a script font, mingling the yellow letters 'BGH' into a very elegant image against a hunter green background. Will pushed the small button and waited.

The door vibrated and made a subtle buzzing noise. The door popped open and Will was immediately confronted with a flight of richly varnished stairs heading up to another door. The staircase was lit overhead by small Edison bulbs and the stairs themselves had small running lights on every other step. Will felt as though he was walking into a high end cocktail bar.

He ascended the stairs and was confronted by a wooden door covered in brown leather. The surface had diamond tufting from base to top and Will smelled the rich aroma of the material. Will heard another buzzing sound and pushed on the door. It effortlessly swung forward and Will walked into a darkened room.

The room was substantial in size, almost the same size as the building's footprint. The walls and floor were made of deeply varnished wood and there were various abstract artworks on the walls. The corner closest to the door had a red velvet curtain hanging from a circular tube. Next to the curtain was a clothing rack and shoe mat. The entire room smelled of leather and cedar. The expansive space was dimly lit, only a few Edison bulbs hung at strategic locations from the ceiling. On the right side of the room was a traditional barber's chair sitting across from a walled mirror. On the other side of the room was a shampoo station with a chair and sink basin. At the back of the room was another brown tufted door. However, the center of the room drew Will's attention.

On a large brown floor rug sat a red leather couch and a mahogany and brass coffee table. On the left side of the couch was a matching side table. At the right of the couch was a brass standing lamp that bathed the couch in a soft warm light. Seeing no one in the room, Will took a seat on the couch closest to the side table. He looked at his watch just as it ticked over to four o'clock.

After a minute or so, he heard the door behind him open. Footsteps slowly approached and Will vaguely heard the clinking of ice in a glass. A few moments later a figure emerged from his dark periphery and Will saw the mysterious figure as she stepped into the light.

Will took in the woman from the floor up as the sound of her footsteps drew his attention. She was probably five foot three, but the heels added a good five inches to her height. She had long lean legs that disappeared into a deep-red pencil skirt. At her waist was a thin black leather belt. She wore a sleeveless black silk blouse that was very low cut. Her arms were covered in tattoos from her shoulder to her wrists. Her hair was dark brown and fell to her shoulders in curated curls.

Her face was absolutely striking to Will. She was about thirty years old and she wore bright red lipstick and had dark smoky eye makeup. She was pale and her skin tone popped out against the darkened room. She had a small silver septum piercing and her cheekbones were accentuated with subtle contour makeup. Her appearance reminded Will of a pinup girl from the 1940s or 1950s with a distinct modern twist.

In her hand was a rocks glass containing an amber liquid and a large clear ice cube. In the glass was also a thin strip of orange peel. She extended the glass to Will. Will noticed her perfectly manicured red nail varnish. Will made eye contact with the woman.

"I took the opportunity of making you an old-fashioned," she said with a soft, almost breathy voice. She had an accent that felt, at least to Will, to be Italian.

"Thank you," Will said, gladly accepting the glass. As he drew it near he smelled the spiciness of the rye and the citrus of the orange. Few things in life excited Will as much as a well-made old-fashioned.

The woman smiled, walked around the coffee table, and sat on the opposite side of the couch, crossing her legs. As she walked Will caught a wisp of her soft perfume, jasmine and... teakwood?

"I'm Aria and I will be your stylist for this experience," she spoke firmly as she straightened the material of her skirt.

"It is nice to meet you Aria. I'm Will." Will took a sip of the cocktail and his eyes nearly rolled back as the flavor exploded across his tongue.

Aria smiled, her white teeth in sharp contrast to her bright red lips. Will noticed that she ran her tongue quickly over her teeth before she spoke again.

"Do you mind if I call you William," Aria spoke slowly.

"No, no not at all," Will said. He had always preferred William, but over time people had shortened it for him. In the end, it was better than Bill or Billy.

"William, this is a consultation. We will take some time to go over your desired services and we will schedule your full appointment for later this week. How does that sound?" Aria never broke eye contact with Will as she articulated each word.

Will, somewhat disappointed at having to wait for the haircut, found some allure in this mysterious room and mysterious woman, and if she made him another old-fashioned next time, well that would be even better.

"That sounds good, Aria," Will spoke before taking another sip of his drink.

Aria reached for the coffee table and pushed a brass button on its surface. To Will's surprise, a computer monitor rose up from the table, having been hidden underneath. Aria produced a device from behind the monitor, about the size of a smartphone. With it she touched the surface a few times and the computer monitor began to glow. In white font at the top of the screen the words "Grooming Assistant & Virtual Interactive Navigator" blinked. Will registered the acronym and shook his head.

On the screen was an white cursor on a black background. It reminded Will of the old DOS computers of his youth. Aria turned to Will and asked, "what services would you like to employ?"

Will took a sip of his cocktail, feeling a bit nervous now in the presence of Aria. He thought briefly and said, "I need a haircut. Something short on the sides and enough on top to be able to style it. Also, I like my beard length but would love to have it trimmed to look more professional."

Aria scrutinized Will's face. "Yes, your beard is quite attractive. I can definitely have it trimmed to look much more refined." She smiled again, dragging her tongue quickly across her teeth.

"I think our Crown and Chin package will do quite nicely for you William."

"Oh, uh, ok. Thank you."

Aria tapped the device in her hand and words appeared on the monitor.

William - 45 Male - Crown and Chin

Old-fashioned made with high-proof rye and an orange twist (no cherry)

Two guard on back and sides, scissor cut on top

Full beard trim with styling

"How did you know about my whiskey preference?" Will asked.

"It is our business to know as much as we can about our prospective clients." She looked at the smartphone device. "It appears that on Instagram last week you shared a photo of your 'perfect' old-fashioned. I just strived to replicate it here."

"Oh I see. Well, thank you," Will said intrigued.

"William, I will be asking you a series of questions to assist me in your client profile. Please answer them honestly. Some may not make sense to you. Will that be alright?"

William hesitated, curious as to why this is important to a barber, "of course."

"Excellent," Aria said as she exhaled deeply. She adjusted her skirt, alternating her crossed legs.

"If you had to choose between purple, red, or green, which would you prefer?"

The question caught Will off guard. His favorite color was green, but he always found purple to be more enticing. "Purple."

Aria made some keystrokes on the smartphone. "Would you rather live in a hot or cold climate?"

"Cold." Will hated summer.

Aria nodded, "what is your biggest fear?"

Will laughed, "are you a psychiatrist or a stylist?"

Aria looked up, her eyes drilling into Will's. "Please William, it is an important question."

Will thought for a moment, "death."

Aria nodded again, "last question William. How often do you pleasure yourself."

Will nearly spit up his drink. "Why do you need to know that?!"

"William, it is merely to set your profile. Please, as with the others, be honest."

Will shook his head, searching for a number. "Three times a week."

Aria tapped at the device in her palm and several paragraphs in white font quickly appeared on the screen. Will tried to read the writing, but it scrolled up too fast. Will could only pick out a few words:

Solitary

Liaison

Prurient

Blizzard

Tamarack

Aria set the smartphone back into the side of the monitor and it retracted back into the table. With that, Aria stood and with a sweeping hand, directed Will to the chair in front of the mirror. He set his empty class on a coaster on the side table and followed Aria. Her hips swayed hypnotically and Will could see the perfect seams running up the back of her hosed calves. Aria spun the chair around and Will sat down, facing himself in the mirror.

He looked at himself, his beard fully grown almost covering the opening in the neckline of his shirt. The hair on the top of head was receding in the front, but he had almost all of it left. Pretty good for his age. In the mirror, he could see Aria scrutinizing his hair and neck.

She placed her hands on Will's shoulders and looked him in the eyes through the mirrors. "William, you are a very handsome man, and with my help, you will be even more so."

"Oh, uh, thank you," Will sat stunned for a second. In all his years this may have been the first time a stranger had ever paid him a compliment.

Aria ran her hands through Will's hair. Her touch was soft and exploratory. She pulled his locks up, judging the length. She asked Will to lift his chin. This exposed the hairy patch on his chest that peeked out over the shirt. She placed a gentle hand on the back of Will's neck, caressing his skin softly as she spoke.

"William, may I suggest The Gentleman's Standard add-on to your services?"

Will questioned, "what is that?"

"Some additional services to relax the skin, trim excess hair, and soothe your habitus," Aria spoke dryly.

"Um, yes sure, whatever you think will help." Aria's heated palm still lay on the side of Will's neck.

"Excellent, William. Can you come back on Friday at six o'clock?"

"Yes, of course," Will said after mentally checking his schedule.

"I will shampoo your hair that day, so please come as you are," Aria gestured for Will to stand and with that she led him to the exit.

"Thank you Aria, I'll see you Friday."

"I look forward to it William," She said as she pulled open the door.

Chapter Three

On Thursday, Will met with his friend Claire for lunch. Claire had always been Will's best friend and she really supported him through his divorce. He felt as though there should be no secrets between them.

Claire was forty-seven, married and had two daughters in college. She was a stout, short woman with stubby legs, large breasts, and a very motherly way about her. However, when she was in the presence of Will and only Will, she swore like a sailor on a bender.

"Will, that sounds like some illuminati bullshit," Claire said as she sipped her margarita.

"I know it sounds weird, but I think it is like 'dude spa,' you know like those high end spas you seem to like but with whiskey and rich mahogany," Will laughed at his own description.

Claire said, "well regardless, I think it sounds cool. You need to take some fuckin' time for yourself. That's all a spa is, a place to relax, get pampered, and sort your shit out."

"Exactly, and this Aria woman is all business too. She reminded me of one of those Vargas pinups."

"Oh là fuckin' là!" Claire mocked.

"It's not like that! She just has a look of staunch professionalism, yet is very beautiful. I don't think I'm going to hate seeing her in the mirror tomorrow as she cuts my hair," Will grinned.

"Have you thought about dating?" Claire inevitably wound up on this subject.

"No. I am in no rush to get back into the dating scene. I haven't had so much as a flirt or a one night stand since the divorce and that's exactly the way I want it.

Claire scoffed, "I think you are lying to yourself. Dude you got hotter over the last year. I have at least two friends who want to ride that beard of yours and if you gave me half a chance, I'd suck your dick right now."

"Shut up, you would not," Will said knowing she was devoted to her husband, Earl.

"Maybe not, but the observation still stands," Claire said, draining her margarita. "Speaking of sucking dick, I gotta get home. Earl gets home in an hour and three margarita Claire wants to be there with open legs!"

"You're so gross," Will said, finishing his beer. "I'll drive you home."

"Just think about what I said. One call to my friends and you'll be a happy man."

Will laughed loudly, "If it's those slutty librarians from your book club, I'll pass. At the Christmas party they tried to give my gay boss Josh a handjob."

"That could be YOUR handjob," Claire said, needing Will's help standing up. Claire straightened her hair and looked at Will. "This MILF needs her DILF."

"You're so gross," Will said as he walked her to the car.

Chapter Four

Will awoke on Friday and headed into work. He sat at his desk and dutifully went about his mind-numbing labor. At ten o'clock a new email popped up in his inbox. It had the subject "The Gentleman's Standard."

Will read through the brief email.

William,

I look forward to our six o'clock appointment tonight. Please allow a minimum of three hours for all services to be fully rendered. Upon arriving, please use the changing cubicle to don the supplied robe and slippers. You may hang your clothing on the adjacent rack. During the Gentleman's Standard, you are only permitted to wear these provided garments. Please enjoy a cocktail at the lounge and await my arrival.

With Anticipation,

Aria

Will leaned back in his chair. Yes, it seems as if this is a kind of wood-encased spa for guys. After the stressful day at work and the tedious work he'd been doing all week, this seemed like a relaxing way to enter the weekend.

After work, Will went home and showered. He wanted his beard to be freshly washed and his body to smell clean for Aria. He looked at his naked body in the mirror. He looked like a different man. His lean muscles rippled under his skin. He kind of missed the heavier version of himself, but was happy at the health benefits. He looked down at his cock. It was only a few inches flaccid, but seemed bigger due to the lack of overhanging belly that he used to maintain. Will had never hated his dick or wished it to be bigger, he knew it grew greatly when hard and never had a complaint from his ex-wife or previous lovers. As Will brushed his teeth he toyed with the thick hairs that grew wildly around the base and up the shaft of his cock. He didn't care about all that hair, as he was the only one seeing his cock now and in the near future.

Will pulled on a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a zip up hoodie. He slipped on his shoes and headed out the door.

Chapter Five

Will was buzzed into the building, ascended the stairs, and pushed on the leather door. It eased open and Will could hear soft jazz music playing. The room looked similar to earlier, but there was now a bar cart pushed against the back wall, and a cocktail waiting on the side table next to the couch.

Will walked to the changing cubicle and pushed aside the red curtain. Inside was a small mirror, a short stool, and hanging on a hanger was a purple silk robe with his initials embroidered on the left breast. On the floor was a pair of brown leather, fur-lined slippers also emblazoned with his initials, WHF.

Will stripped bare and slipped the robe and soft shoes onto his clean body. He hung his clothes on the hanger and placed them on the rack next to the cubicle. Likewise setting his shoes neatly on the mat. He strode to the couch and marvelled at how light the robe felt on his skin and how soft the slippers felt against the soles of his feet. He sat down on the couch and grabbed the cocktail. It was the same type of old-fashioned from earlier. This time however, his initials were etched into the large, clear ice cube.

Will sipped on his drink and felt himself relax, listening to the music. After about ten minutes, Will's drink ran dry. The soothing effects of the drink made his head feel fuzzy, which he welcomed. Behind him he heard a door open and a pair of footsteps approached.

The smell of jasmine and teak filled his nostrils and Aria came into view. Will sat there, his jaw left agape. Aria was wearing a black silk robe that was dangerously short. It skimmed her thighs very far up her legs and exposed a long detailed tattoo of evergreen trees on her right thigh. There was a red silk belt tied around her waist, cinching the robe closed while also accentuating her figure. The robe was low cut, allowing a peek at the pale skin of her chest. Aria did not have large breasts, but they were large enough to see them shake under the fabric as she moved. Will wondered if she wore anything under it either.

"William, welcome," Aria spoke in a flinty, edgy way.

"Thank you for the cocktail, it was wonderful," Will said, still drinking in Aria's form. He noticed her hair was styled the same, but had a clip on the right side, showing her ear which had multiple piercings. Aria slinked over and took the glass from Will, she walked behind him and he could hear her stirring another cocktail.

She reappeared with the drink and sat on the couch beside Will. However, this time she had a drink in her hand as well, from what Will could tell it was a Negroni. She sipped the drink, leaving bright red lipstick on the rim of the glass. "William, I want this process to be slow and intricate. First, I will shampoo and condition your hair. Then, I will cut and trim your hair. After that, I will have my specialist, Maya, come in and style your beard. Then, the rest of your body hair will be trimmed and your skin exfoliated. Do you understand?"

"My body hair? I only wanted my hair and beard trimmed."

"The Gentleman's Standard package has additional perks and services in addition to those you desire. I can assure you, you are in quite capable hands," Aria said, sipping her drink.

Will mulled over the new information. He guessed this is no different than a spa that does waxing and other services for women. "Ok, I trust your expertise."

"Excellent," Aria grinned, running her pink tongue over her teeth. "Follow me."

She stood and led Will to the shampoo station. She helped him sit and guided his neck into the curved alcove of the basin. She placed a black frock over the purple silk robe and turned on the faucet. Aria tested the water temperature and soon the warm water cascaded over Will's head. He felt Aria run her slender fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. The water stopped and Aria began rubbing shampoo into his hair. It smelled of mint and pine needles. Aria took her time, caressing his scalp and evenly distributing the shampoo. Will closed his eyes and began to relax. It felt so good.

She rinsed his hair with warm water, letting the water ease away the suds. Aria deftly brought her hands together, applying a fragrant conditioner to his hair. Much like the shampoo, she caressed the viscous liquid down to his follicles and took her time, making sure to coat every hair on his head.

She spent an extremely long time massaging Will's scalp. Will felt each individual finger glide through his hair. He closed his eyes and felt his breathing slow to a crawl. Aria's deft fingers found the base of his skull and with a little pressure, Will felt a calm wash over him. He never knew how close to ecstasy one could get with a head massage.

After what felt like a blissful eternity, Aria rinsed his hair. She pulled a black towel from under the basin and carefully dried each strand. She then used a foot pedal to push the back of the chair forward and took him by the hand. This contact felt so natural after the slow and methodical experience Will just had at the basin. Aria's hand was soft, yet firm and she led him back over to the couch.

They both sat on the couch and reached for their drinks. Aria grinned at Will over the rim of her glass and Will slowly took in the exposed pale leg of Aria. From this position he could see the curve of her ass as it disappeared under the short, silk robe.

"Tell me William, how was that for you?"

"It was extremely relaxing Aria," Will spoke slowly, surprised by the pace of his speech.

"Very good, enjoy your cocktail while we allow your hair to dry. This gives us some time to get to know each other," Aria said.

Will took another sip, "I'd like that."

Aria settled back in the couch, her robe opening slightly at the chest, Will could see the rounded contour of her breast against the thin fabric of the robe. "William, tell me, what is your grooming routine at home?"

Will thought for a moment, "I shower in the morning, shampoo and conditioner. I use body wash and face wash in the shower. I shampoo and condition my beard every other day. I use beard oil and butter on my beard as needed. I also use a facial moisturizer in the winter."

Aria sat there waiting to hear more, "and the rest of your body?"

Will sat, unsure how to answer the question. "I'm not sure what you mean?"

Aria licked her lips, "body grooming, lotions, oils... nothing?"

Will shook his head.

Aria set down her glass. "Gavin, please add the Deep Elixir package to Mr. Foster's service this evening."

A posh voice hummed from the speakers, "Of course, Deep Elixir now included."

"Thank you Gavin. Now I can show you how to unlock the potential of your physical form," Aria said as she finished her drink. "Please excuse me while I prepare for your bespoke hair cut." Aria stood, her robe rising dangerously before falling. Will watched as her medium sized breasts swung free in the thin robe. Will heard the door behind him click closed.

Will looked down and noticed the fabric of his own robe had shifted. He looked in horror, noticing the large erection pushing against the robe's silk. Had he been hard the whole time? When did it start? Did Aria notice? Will finished his drink and tried to calm himself.

Chapter Six

After five minutes, the door reopened and Aria appeared pushing a brass cart filled with bottles, combs, brushes, clippers, and scissors. She pushed it to the barber chair and with hips swaying, walked to Will. "William, if you would follow me."

She extended her delicate hand and Will gently took it into his own. She guided him into the chair. "Would you like another drink William, perhaps something stronger?" Will noted that Aria's words were becoming elongated and came out as almost a whisper.

"Yes please, I'll leave it to your discretion."

Aria walked to the bar cart, from behind, Will could see the curve of her legs and when she reached the bar cart, she bent over to get a bottle from the bottom shelf. As she did so, the robe slid up and Will saw her shaved pussy... she really was nude under that robe. Will's face snapped forward, looking at himself in the mirror, his heart beating in his chest.

Will saw Aria approach in the mirror. She handed him a glass. "Islay single malt, neat." As she handed him the glass their fingers briefly mingled. She had her own glass and took a generous sip. Will followed suit and was immediately inundated by a smoky flavor that filled his mouth.

Aria draped a black barber's cape over Will's body and straightened it with her hands. Will looked down and saw a prominent bulge under the cape. His hope was that it was much too dimly lit for Aria to see.

Once again, Aria ran her talented fingers through Will's hair. She began slowly, using the clippers to trim the back and sides of his head. Every so often, she would put down the clippers, grab her drink and with one hand she would gently rub the base of Will's neck and shoulders while she sipped.

The haircut took a very long time, almost an hour. Aria meticulously cut each hair to perfection, making sure Will's locks withstood her perlustration. Several times Aria would walk in front of Will, straddle him as she cut the front of his hair. Will could feel her body hovering inches over his, she was warm and her breath smelled of peat and Campari.

Once Aria was satisfied with the cut, she leaned down and placed her chin on Will's right shoulder. They both looked at his reflection and Will marveled. "Wow, this looks really good. I don't think I've ever been this happy with a haircut."

Aria turned to Will, her lips mere centimeters from his ear, "I'm glad you like it William. You really are a handsome man, and this is just the beginning of your treatment."

Feeling Aria that close to his earlobes, it took every muscle in Will's body to stop his eyes rolling back into his head. He could feel her hot breath on his exposed skin and she ran her left hand through his hair.

Aria moved into Will's view and leaned against the wall, sipping her Scotch. Will noticed Aria's robe coming undone. The neck was plunging much lower. He could see her navel and the soft curves of her breasts peeking out. He saw her hard nipples tenting the thin material of the robe. In response, he lifted his knees to better cover the burgeoning erection under the cape.

"William, I will go and retrieve Maya. She is our beard and mustache expert. I will leave you in her capable hands while I prepare the next stage of your treatment. Please do not hesitate to alert Maya if you require my presence."

With that, Aria drained her drink. She walked past Will and as she did so, she dragged her slim fingers up his forearm, bicep, and shoulder. Will turned his head to see her delectable legs as she disappeared through the door in the back.

Chapter Seven

Will waited, sipping his Scotch for several long minutes. He was glad to see the tenting under the cape retreat. If the aim of this place was to relax him, they were doing a very, very good job of it.

Will heard the door creak open and turned to see a figure at the bar cart, in the dimness of the room it was difficult to make out the strange new figure. Will looked into the mirror and heard footsteps approaching.

Soon, an image materialized in the mirror. She was tall with a full hourglass figure and seemed older than Aria, maybe thirty-five. She wore the same robe as Aria. Her breasts were very large and culminated in deep cleavage in the low neckline of the robe. She had a thicker waist and wide hips. Her skin was very dark and she had deep black hair that was styled in a short afro. She wore red lipstick like Aria and was equally as beautiful, if not more so. She smelled of honey and vanilla. Will caught himself as he noticed he stopped breathing at her appearance.

"Good evening Mr. Foster. Do you mind if I call you William?" Maya spoke slowly, the words lingered on her tongue before falling into Will's ears.

"Yes of course," Will said, careful not to stutter.

"William, my name is Maya and I will be looking after your beard and facial health," Maya spoke with a sultry British accent, but WIll couldn't place its specific location.

"Thank you Maya, as you can see, I think I need all the help I can get," Will confessed, nervous in the presence of such a breathtaking woman.

Maya took a step forward, extended her long fingers and spoke slowly, "may I?"

"Yes, please."

Maya ran her fingers through Will's coarse beard, caressing the skin underneath. She used her adept hands to straighten the hair as she ran her fingers through again.

"I really like how your hair feels under my touch and you seem to have really strong bone structure underneath," Maya whispered to Will.

"Um, thank you."

Maya placed a soft hand behind Will's neck, gently massaging it as she spoke, "William, I am going to oil your beard, then trim any stray hairs. Then I am going to rub in some of my proprietary beard butter. How does that sound?"

"I trust your expertise."

Maya smiled, her eyes twinkled. "Please relax William." With that, she released a mechanism in the chair with a click and Will slowly felt the chair descend until he was laying flat. Will looked up at the ceiling and could hear Maya collecting various objects.

The beautiful woman emerged in Will's vision and she was rubbing her hands together, they were slick and shiny with oil. She began to rub them in Will's beard. She was slow and methodical, massaging his face as she worked. What was striking to Will was that she kept intense eye contact with him the entire time. It was awkward at first, but Will soon found himself hypnotized by her deep gaze.

Next, she took out a small pair of scissors and snipped at any stray hair. She used a coarse brush to push the hair around and carefully trimmed Will's beard. This took almost a half an hour. Will appreciated Maya's beautiful face so close to his as she worked. Finally, she pressed on the foot pedal and Will sat up.

He saw himself in the mirror and was shocked. His beard was absolutely flawless. It was neat and tidy with no flyaway hairs. His mustache was trimmed and fit the shape of his beard perfectly. He looked distinguished and polished. For the first time in his life, Will felt attractive.

Maya then scooped some white substance from a small tub and rubbed it into her palms. She straddled Will, much like Aria did and she began to massage the butter into Will's beard gently. He could feel the weight of Maya on his crotch as she was now actively rubbing lightly against his dick. She took several long minutes to fully coat each hair in the moisturizing butter. She moved behind him and placed her chin on Will's shoulder to look at him in the mirror.

"Wow Maya, excellent work," Will said with a bittersweet tone, missing the feeling of Maya hovering over him.

Maya, practically purring, "thank you William, it is because you are such a wonderfully handsome man."

Will felt as if he blushed at the compliment. Maya, lowered the footrest of the chair, took Will by the hand and led him to the couch. She retreated and returned with another Scotch. Will couldn't help but notice how high her robe rode up on her legs, showcasing her raven thighs. She sat on the couch and looked Will over, sipping a clear liquid from a rocks glass.

Soon, Aria had joined them on the couch. Both women looked at Will. "William, we will now take you to another room to finish your treatment. We will guide you through the process. Remember, we are here to provide you with every need, should any arise."

The three of them sat and slowly finished their drinks. Will could tell this was part of the experience. Maya scooted closer to Will and draped her left arm behind him as she finished her drink. Once all three glasses were empty, the two women each took one of Will's hands and led him toward the door in the back of the great room.

Chapter Eight

As they opened the door and led Will to the smaller backroom, Will felt a bit more relaxed in the presence of such beautiful women. The room beyond was just as dim as the previous one, but had a few distinct features. Against the right wall was another chair, this one similar to the couch, but allowed only a single occupant. Opposite that, in the corner was a glass-walled shower with two large showerheads and black tile floor. Also, there was another clothing rack with hangers.

The women directed Will toward the clothing rack and to Will's shock, they began to disrobe. Will looked over each woman's naked form. Aria, was lithe and had a subtle six pack under the taught skin of her abdomen. Her breasts were a medium in size and spread away from the center of her chest. Will noted that the left breast hung lower and her small pink nipples were uneven, a detail that Will found exciting. Aria's pussy was topped with a beautiful patch of brown hair and she had another tattoo on her hip, what appeared to be a mermaid. When she turned, Will saw her pert, full ass that was just bigger than two of Will's hands.

Maya stood almost a head taller than Aira and had dark skin that contrasted well with Aira's paleness. Maya had enormous swinging breasts capped with large dark nipples that angled toward the floor. Her hips were wide and her waist was thick. This gave her a wonderful shape as her legs were extremely long. Her pussy was clean shaven and in Maya's navel was a shiny silver piercing that caught Will's eyes, sparkling in the dim light.

Once the women had removed their clothes and hung them neatly, they approached Will. Will could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Maya moved behind him with Aria directly in front. Will felt Maya's hands on his shoulders as Aira untied the belt of the purple robe. The robe fell open and in one quick movement Maya pulled the silk fabric free of Will's body. Aria knelt down and removed Will's slippers and the women skillfully placed the clothing on the rack.

Will stood exposed to the two beautiful women. He looked down to see his full erection on display. Will was average size and a little above average thickness. He never really cared about his penis size, because he knew he couldn't change it. His ex-wife consistently asked for sex several times a week, so he figured it was fairly adequate.

Maya and Aria took Will by the hand and led him to the chair. They sat him down and stood over him, scrutinizing his body. Will suddenly felt extremely deficient under their gaze, still his cock twitched. Maya pulled a red, plush cushion from under the chair and kneeled on it, her breasts grazing against Will's left leg. Aria walked to the back of the room and returned with a brass cart filled with bottles, combs, brushes, scissors, trimmers, and towels. She kneeled on another cushion next to Will's right legs.

The women gazed up at Will, then at once began caressing his inner thighs. Their hands were soft and talented. They kneaded the soft flesh of his upper legs. They moved up until their fingers were grazing against Will's hairy testicles. Maya cupped Will's balls and her warm, soft hand caused an involuntary moan to escape Will's lips. She massaged them, rolling them around in her fingers. At first it was slightly painful, but then Will felt a deep pleasure rising in his chest.

Before he knew it, Aria had a hand wrapped around his thickening shaft. Will looked on as a bead of precum rolled down onto Aria's index finger. Aria drew her finger to her lips and licked it clean. Maya continued to massage Will's balls, her other hand now on his abdomen.

"William, we are going to trim and groom your body hair. You will have a reaction to our work. Do not shy away from this, as it is extremely encouraged and even required to keep the skin taut," Aria spoke slowly, her breathing seemed faster than before.

Maya now gripped Will's shaft and Aria went about trimming Will's balls with an electric trimmer. She was surprisingly slow and methodical. Whenever Will tried this at home he ended up with nicks all over his sensitive, soft skin. As Aria dutifully worked, Maya began slowly stroking Will's cock. She was using the precum as lube and before long it was slick with it. Will found himself bucking his hips upwards to match her rhythm. Maya bit her lower lip and rested her tits on Will's leg. Will was shocked by the sheer weight of them.

Will looked down and his balls were completely shaved. He could feel the cool air on them. Aria reached for a heated towel and Will felt the extreme warmth of it envelop his balls. Will moaned again as the heat soothed his skin.

Maya released the shaft and took a straight razor and shaving cream from the cart. She coated the base of the shaft and his lower abdomen with the aromatic cream. She took several long minutes, carefully scratching away at the hair with the razor as Aria moved and adjusted Will's cock, giving it a few pumps to keep it firm. Before long, Maya's work was done. Aria used another towel to wipe away the excess shaving cream. Will looked down and was shocked at what he saw.

His cock looked enormous. It looked thick and powerful. Will reached down and touched the shaved skin on his most sensitive areas. It felt like him, yet somehow alien. He groaned loudly as he touched his own flesh. Maya and Aria shared a knowing grin and each pulled Will up by his wrists.

They led him to the shower. Maya turned on the water and Aria opened the door for Will. The warm water felt fantastic on his newly shaved cock. The showerhead rained water on Will's body and he closed his eyes as he felt the warmth surrounding him. What he felt next forced his eyes wide open.

Four hands began caressing his entire body. Aria and Maya had joined Will in the shower and were now actively touching and lightly massaging every inch of his body. Aria grabbed a rough loofah and began scrubbing at Will's body using a slick gel that smelled like oak and mint. Maya was behind Will, her hands on his back and moving to his ass. As Aria continued her intense scrubbing, Maya reached around and began slowly stroking Will's cock.

She pumped several times, then began lavishing kisses on Will's neck and upper back. This sensation made him weak at the knees. Soon, Aria had scrubbed Will's entire body clean and was now using a shower wand to rinse away the lather. Will looked and could see his skin was now pink from the exfoliating. Still, Maya kissed Will's neck, now moving to his earlobes.

Aria replaced the wand and as the water fell on their naked bodies, she too began to kiss Will. She stared at his shins and worked her way up. Thighs, stomach, chest, neck, lips. Will felt the heat of Aria's mouth as her lips probed his. She cautiously slid a tongue into Will's mouth and Will eagerly accepted it. Will felt his head turn and the full lips of Maya crashed against his. She sucked on his bottom lip and Will slid his tongue into her mouth. Maya audibly moaned at the intrusion and Will felt a hand grip is cock.

For several minutes the three of them kissed and caressed each other under the raining shower. Will was tentative at first, but Aria guided his wrists and Will soon felt the soft skin of each woman. He caressed them and squeezed and pinched at their breasts, an action that made each woman moan loudly at his touch. Before long they were all breathing heavily. Maya turned off the water and the woman stepped out of the shower. They did not dry off at first, but assisted Will by rubbing his body with several towels. They led him to the chair and sat him down.

Aria and Maya then dried each other, carefully making sure every crevice and patch of soft skin was dry. As the women finished drying each other, they shared a passionate kiss in front of Will. At this point, Will's cock was absolutely throbbing and leaked precum in a very clear sign of a needed release.

The two women approached Will. They kneeled on the cushions, and through hooded eyes, looked up at him. Without saying a word. Aria gripped Will's cock and slowly began pumping. As she did so, Maya also gripped Will's cock and the two of them worked in tandem, slowly pumping their two fists up and down. Maya kneaded Will's balls and Aria's other hand caressed Will's chest.

The two women kissed again, messily tonguing each others' mouths. This was enough to push Will over the edge. A loud groan left Will's throat and he felt himself release. Aria was eagerly there to catch the first hot rope of cum. It landed on her tongue and she swallowed quickly, another burst filled her mouth and her eyes rolled back. Maya leaned in and took the last three bursts into her mouth. She moaned and pulled on her large nipple as the final drop slid down her throat.

The women kissed the area around Will's cock as he softened. His chest rose and fell rapidly. This went on for several long minutes. Will had never felt so relaxed in all his life. Will dropped his head back and looked at the ceiling. He then felt four hands applying oil to his newly shaved areas. He raised his head and looked at the action. Aria and Maya were kissing each other passionately as they rubbed the fragrant oil into Will's pink skin. This took about ten blissful minutes, as they applied several coats to his semi-erect cock and balls.

Eventually the woman helped Will sit up. Led him to the clothing rack and they all donned their robes and slippers. Aria led Will to the couch and before doing so Maya said goodbye with a deep, passionate kiss, one that left Will's cock hard again.

Aria walked Will to the couch and sat him down. "William, that was our Gentleman's Standard package with the Deep Elixir add-on. Having been initiated through that specific service, a more robust menu is now available for your perusal. We offer many services and we look forward to assisting you again in the future. We recommend a treatment on a monthly basis. I have taken the liberty of sending you a link to GAVIN's app to schedule services as needed. Do you have any questions?"

Will sat there, lost in the haze of pleasure he just experienced. "How do I pay?"

Aria leaned forward, her hand settling on Will's knee. "At Belmont, you pay in pleasure. The pleasure you provide during your treatments acts as currency for your next visit. Maya and I believe you to be a very caring individual who has great potential here at Belmont. On behalf of myself and the other stylists, we look forward to a mutually rewarding experience. This is not an honor granted to every patron of Belmont, remember that."

Aria grinned, her tongue sliding across her teeth. "We look forward to seeing you again William. Please enjoy a final nightcap to help you relax." Aria disappeared and reappeared with what appeared to be a snifter of brandy. She also sipped at a glass of the dark liquid and they sat, listening to the soft jazz music for almost forty-five minutes. She scooted close to Will and he put his arm around her. She nestled her head into Will's neck. Will felt as though he was sitting on a cloud, his eyelids got heavy.

"William, it is late, much later than you think. There is a car downstairs waiting to take you home," Aria said as she finished her drink. She walked Will to the clothing rack and helped him get dressed. Just as he pulled on his hoodie, Aria's lips collided with his. She kissed him deeply and with a kind of reckless abandon, which seemed at odds to the meticulous perfection she'd shown all night. As she pulled away, she playfully tugged at Will's beard and said, "I really hope to see you again William." She bit her lip and winked.

Aria opened the door and Will descended the stairs. Just as he pushed on the outer door he looked back to see Aria, her robe barely covering her body, staring down at Will, smiling.

On the car ride home, Will heard a ping in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and noticed a new text had arrived, it said:

"Thank you for your patronage to The Belmont Grooming House. Please click the link below to download the GAVIN app."

Will clicked the link and soon an icon appeared on his phone. It was a large brown G with a black background. He opened the app and his eyes went wide. As he scrolled the numerous, vaguely-named services the grooming house provided, he began to smile. This is only the beginning.