I swallowed hard and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
She smiled at me and said, “Use a half-bottle of baby oil in that hot bathwater so your skin gets all soft and smooth.” She started to turn, but then turned back to face me and said, almost harshly, “And make sure you thoroughly clean the tub afterwards. You don’t want any of us slipping when we take our showers, do you?”
I stood there vibrating and mumbled, “Yes, ma’am… I mean no, ma’am… I mean yes, I will use baby oil and yes, I will clean the tub and no, I don’t want any of you falling and hurting yourselves.”
She laughed slowly and again gave me that black-eyed look. “You are precious,” she said slowly, “did you know that? I really should call you ‘Precious.’”
“Thank you, ma’am,” I said, trembling as I said it.
As she left the room, she called back over her shoulder, “And don’t go jilling yourself off… now or in the tub.”
I suddenly froze. Did she know about that? I stuttered out, “No ma’am,” as she walked laughing back to her room.
I didn’t have a whole lot of time before I needed to start fixing supper, so I immediately went down to the bathroom and filled the tub with really hot water. It wasn’t quite hot enough to burn me, but it was way hotter than anything I had ever used for a bath before. There was a brand new bottle of baby oil sitting on the counter, so I poured half of it into the water and then stepped in.
I tried not to yell out, but I did yelp softly as the hot water closed in around my leg. I really had to force myself to step in with the other leg and it took even more effort for me to lower my ass into the steaming water. The hot water hurt even more on my ass cheeks and many times more than that on my labia. It must have taken me almost five minutes to fully lower myself into the water.
It didn’t feel too bad after a while and the oil was making my skin feel really soft and slippery as I used my hands to pour the water over the rest of my body. My fingers felt really good as they touched my skin and I really, really wanted to take myself high, but Shelly had told me not to, so I lay back and lowered myself the rest of the way into the water and just let myself soak for fifteen minutes or so. Then I reached for my razor. The hot water had really softened my body hair and the oil caused the razor to slide smoothly over my body. I was able to shave myself smoother than ever… except for the area between my ass cheeks. I had to get out of the tub and squat on the bathmat to shave that. Then I got back in and just lay there and relaxed.
I wanted to stay and soak in the hot tub for a while longer, but I needed to clean the tub and I still needed to shampoo my hair. So, I got out and, after the tub had drained, scrubbed it thoroughly with dish washing detergent to get the oil off the surface. Then I took a quick shower and washed my hair. Luckily, I keep it fairly short, so all I had to do was dry it and let it hang around my face. After making sure that the bathroom was completely clean, I threw on one of my t-shirt style nightshirts and went back into the kitchen to fix supper.
By the time supper was ready, the girls were all up. Dianne and the twins had showered. Margi was still looking a bit scruffy, but Shelly looked marvelous. She must have showered first because her hair was already perfect and she had her makeup on and a new coat of deep red, almost black, polish on her fingers and toes. Dianne somehow manages to make it look almost like she isn’t wearing makeup, except for the bright red lipstick that accentuates her lips and makes her mouth look bigger and more inviting.
Supper was more or less normal except that everyone kept making me get up to get them something. Dianne needed a new spoon. The twins each wanted another glass of water. Margarita had me reheat the dinner rolls. And Shelly… Shelly didn’t want anything. She just said, “Precious, would you mind standing up for us again so I can see the sun shining through that thin nightshirt?”
I immediately turned all red, but for some reason stood up and faced her, knowing that I was standing in front of the window and the almost-setting sun was shining directly on me– or through me if you count the nightshirt. She held her hand up with the index finger pointed straight up in the air and twirled it slightly. In response, I turned slowly around.
“Let us see how smooth you are.” Shelly said sternly and I automatically lifted the nightshirt up so my bald pussy was clearly visible.
“You take orders so well, Precious,” she said. “You will make me proud tonight.”
I started to say, “Thank you,” but one of the twins exclaimed, “Look at her! She’s gushing! This turns her on!”
I turned beet red, but Shelly just smiled and said, “That’s why I call her ‘Precious’”
She then made a motion with her hands indicating that I should lower the nightshirt and sit down. I couldn’t face any of them for the rest of the meal and was really thankful that no one else asked me to stand up and get something for them. I was sure that the back of my nightshirt was one giant wet spot.
Around nine o’clock, Dianne announced that it was almost time to leave. Shelly had told me not to dress after my bath because she would be giving me something to wear, but hadn’t given me anything yet, so I was still in the night shirt.
“Shelly,” I almost squeaked, “what do you want me to wear? You said you would give me something appropriate for tonight so I haven’t changed yet.”
I was trembling with fear that this was all a big prank and they might not let me go with them. But Shelly put her hand on my shoulder and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, Precious, I thought you were already wearing it.”
She then handed me a pullover dress that wasn’t much different from the thin, cotton, nightshirt I was wearing. “Go ahead,” Shelly said. “Put it on.”
We were all standing in the living room and the window shades were all open, but I pulled the nightshirt up over my head and quickly slid the dress in place. It was different from the nightshirt in two ways. It was even thinner, and it was much, much shorter. It barely covered my ass and it was so thin that the slight darkness of my areolas was clearly visible through the front where my nipples formed little tents in the fabric.
“Are you sure this is OK for the club?” I asked, and the twins laughed and answered in unison, “Don’t worry, honey. Wait ‘til you see what we’re wearing.”
Dianne said sternly, “We are changing at the club.” Then she gave them a disapproving look and continued, “Now you’ve spoiled the surprise.”
There was a lot to be surprised about when we got to the club. To begin with, the only sign was the image of the face of a cat in blue neon over the door. One of the eyes would blink and then the words, “The Club” would slowly write themselves out beneath it in bright blue LEDs. Maybe the whole thing was LEDs, but the cat face looked like old-fashioned neon.
There were four really burly women at the door in all black. It said “Security” in white across the front of their black t-shirts. They were very carefully checking everyone’s ID so it created a line waiting to go in the door. As we got closer, I could hear one of them gruffly say, “Membership card and ID.”