Fifty Shades of Goldilocks (The Fifty Shades of Jezebel Trilogy Book 3)

by Melinda DuChamp

  Jezebel had to admit that the best haircuts she’d ever seen were all sported by gay men. “I’m sure you’ll make me look divine.”

  “Girl? You said it!” Titania chuckled and began combing out Jezzy’s long, now-blond hair, and then he got out his shears. “I’m going to bring your hair up to your shoulders, sugar. It’s just too long right now.”

  “That’s fine,” Jezzy said. To tell the truth, her hair had been feeling rather heavy lately. Taking some of the length off would help make her feel freer. It was all part of her transformation.

  And sure enough, with each snip, Jezzy felt more and more unshackled, despite the cuffs on her ankles and wrists.

  While Titania worked, Bare applied hot wax strips to Jezzy’s legs. The warm strips felt lovely, but Jezebel had been waxed before. And although she loved how smooth waxing left her, she wasn’t crazy about the process itself. When the wax strips came off, they hurt. There was no way around it. And the thought of having to endure the pain while bound and defenseless freaked her out a little.

  Well, a lot.

  Jezebel watched Bare lift a silver bottle from a small appliance that looked like a warmer. The bottle had a divot on one end of the lip, which was clearly meant to make pouring easier. The shape of the bottle and the divot for pouring, reminded Jez a little bit of an erect penis.

  “What is that?” Jezzy asked.

  “It’s another kind of wax. Here at the Hellfire Club Spa our waxing services are twice as thorough as anywhere else.”

  More pain. Great.

  Jezzy did her best to smile.

  “You look nervous,” Bare said, her perfect brows pulling together.

  “No, I’m… I’m okay.”

  “You’re concerned about the discomfort, aren’t you?”

  “Well… a little.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that here at the Hellfire Club Spa.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because here, more than anywhere in the world, we know how to turn pain into pleasure.” Bare winked then leaned down and flicked a switch on the side of the chair.

  Jezebel heard a buzzing sound, then a humming sound. Soon she felt a plastic wedge move up from the seat of her chair and ease between her legs. “What the—”

  “Wait for it,” Titania said, combing and snipping. Snipping and combing.

  Another buzz. Another whirl, then a nozzle peeked out of the wedge between her legs, and warm water started spraying on her delicate folds.

  “Oh!”

  Titania laughed. “Nice, mmmm-hmmm?”

  “Mmmm-hmmm!” Jezzy said, moving what little she could to make the water stream hit her in her most eager places. The spraying attachment felt similar to the shower head she used at home, which had several adjustments. This attachment did as well, because what was a thin stream of warm water only a moment ago now felt like a hard, bulleting spray, stopping and starting every half second. “I like it!”

  Now the bulleting spray turned into several soft streams, which rotated over her. It felt like velvety fingers moving over her folds, skipping maddeningly over her sensitive pearl, first firmly, then soft and gentle. Each automatically changing adjustment was a different kind of exquisite torture.

  Just then, Bare tore off the first wax strip.

  Jezzy sucked a breath between closed teeth. Sweat bloomed over her skin.

  Bare reached down to the panel. “Let’s turn it up a little. It will intensify the pleasure of the wax.”

  “Pleasure?” Jezzy asked, then she felt the spray between her legs press harder, and she couldn’t speak. The water surged like the jets in a hot tub, while another stream circled her clit, never quite touching. Her abdomen tightened, arousal coiling deep within. Her hips rocked forward, trying to catch the rotating spray.

  Bare ripped off the second strip.

  Jezzy arched her back. Her skin burned, the heat spreading over her like wildfire, then centering in her core. Her whole body seized, the relentless and ever-changing shower between her legs winding pleasure and pain so tightly together, she couldn’t pick one from the other.

  Bare moved higher on Jezzy’s thighs, applying and ripping, applying and ripping. By the time she reached the tender folds surrounding Jezebel’s core, Jezzy’s breath was coming in ragged pants, and she was so close to coming, she could think of nothing but the throbbing need between her legs.

  Bare turned off the spray.

  Jezebel tried her best not to whimper. “Please, can you—”

  RIP!

  Jezzy let out a scream, partly from the oh-so-intimate pain, but mostly from the oh-so-mindbending pleasure that chased it.

  RIP!

  Jezebel bucked in the chair, trying to raise her pelvis, to absorb the pain, to tip herself over the edge.

  RIP!

  The first grips of orgasm tightened, then ebbed.

  RIP! RIP! RIP!

  Bare hadn’t touched Jezebel’s clit, and yet Jezzy came anyway. She cried out, thrashing on the chair, needing more pressure, more intensity, just… more.

  The spasm faded, but like an appetizer, instead of satisfying Jezzy, the taste only served to make her hungrier. She moaned, watching Bare through an erotic haze as she pinched one of Jezzy’s nipples.

  “Oooh,” Jezzy murmured, arching her back. “Please, don’t stop.”

  “I think you’re ready for the second part of your waxing.” Bare leaned down to turn the water jets back on, her full, naked breasts swinging gently. Then she slowly tipped the silver bottle so that a tiny bit of wax spilled onto Jezzy’s stiff left nipple.

  Jezzy startled, her body lifting from the chair, the cuffs holding her securely in place. The discomfort was unlike anything Jezzy had ever felt before. Heat seared through her nipple, a sharp sting, and then the pain spread through her breast, then over her belly and loins. She felt her walls tighten, preparing for release.

  The powerful spray continued massaging, caressing, driving her out of her mind. Her hips bucked off the chair, wanting more, needing more.

  “I’m thinking she likes her treatment so far,” Titania said, brushing out Jezzy’s hair.

  “Uuuuh,” Jezzy replied, unable to form intelligent words. The only thing she wanted was to come, and come hard.

  “I beg your pardon?” Bare asked, grinning down at her.

  “I think she wants you to turn off the chair,” Titania said, his tone teasing.

  “No! Please,” Jezzy begged. “Turn it up!”

  Bare leaned down and turned the dial.

  The pressure of the teasing spray went right through Jezzy. She gritted her teeth, moaning. The smaller, massaging spray circling her hungry clitoris was sweet torture. She felt herself teetering on the edge once again.

  Bare gently tipped the silver bottle and a single drop of melted wax dropped on to Jezzy’s right nipple.

  Again, Jezzy felt burning pain for only a split second, then the pain turned into a delightful agony which scorched through her, leaving her breathless. Her nipple hardened and tightened, then seemed to push forward for more. Her pussy squeezed with want, making her aching little bead pulse slightly in and out.

  “You really like that don’t you, Jezebel?” Bare asked her, her rosy nipples poking forward. Her lovely russet hair gleaming under the lights of the spa.

  “I’m so close.” Jezebel said on a moan.

  Bare leaned down and switched off the chair.

  “No! I want to come!”

  Bare smiled down at her. “Oh, you’ll come. Your package includes providing you with the best, most intense orgasms possible.”

  Jezebel didn’t need the best orgasms. Right now, she just needed another orgasm… any orgasm. “Please!”

  “Patience, girl!” Titania said.

  Jezzy’s body felt positively on fire. She closed her eyes for a moment. Her whole body locked in tension.

  “Now look how tense you are. That will never do.” Titania started massaging her shoulders, but though it felt divine
, a simple, chaste massage was not what Jezzy had in mind.

  “Please, I need more.”

  “More, huh?” Titania winked at Bare.

  Bare nodded and selected another bottle from the countertop. She squirted a blue-tinged lotion into Titania’s palm then into her own.

  “What is that?” Jezebel asked.

  “This? This is my favorite.” Titania resumed his massage, this time working from her shoulders down over her naked breasts.

  Bare started caressing Jezzy’s legs, kneading her thighs.

  Within seconds, all of the areas they touched started tingling with cold. Jezebel’s nipples came alive, more sensitive than ever. “Oh my!”

  Bare poured another drop of blue lotion onto her fingertip. With a devilish grin, she placed the drop onto Jezzy’s aching little bud, and began slowly rubbing it in.

  Jezebel’s hips shot forward and she cried out. The bliss was so strong, she began bucking the air, her clit bursting.

  She thrashed. She moaned. The lotion changed from cold to hot, hot to cold, then like a tsunami, Jezzy’s climax rushed forward, crashing over her, and her entire body seized. She squeezed her eyes shut while colors burst behind her lids. Wave after wave came, so intense she forgot her own name, or why she was even at the spa.

  When the orgasm finally ebbed, she looked up to see Titania smiling.

  “It was worth the wait, wasn’t it, sugar?”

  Jezebel smiled back, feeling a little sheepish. “I’ll say.”

  Bare clapped her hands together. “Wait until you see your new look.”

  “I think you look good enough to eat,” Titania said. The chair whirred into an upright position, and he handed her a mirror. “What do you think?”

  Body still tingling and hair blown out, Jezebel stared at the glamorous blonde in the mirror, turning her head this way and that, her golden locks shimmering in the salon lights. She didn’t look like Alice, not exactly, but she certainly no longer looked like the old Jezebel. She almost didn’t recognize herself.

  “Well?” Titania raised his bushy brows.

  “Jack will love it. I think I even look a little thinner.”

  Bare gave her an encouraging nod. “You’ve burned a lot of orgasm calories.”

  “I’ve seen fantastical stories of quick weight loss on TV infomercials and read them in email spam, but to visibly lose weight in the hour and a half I was in the styling chair? That’s crazy.”

  “This is the Hellfire Club, sugar. Things happen magically here. At least anything having to do with orgasms.” Titania helped her out of the chair and into her silken robe. “And if you liked the fat-burning here in the salon, you’re going to love the next part of your spa package.”

  “What’s the next part?”

  Bare clapped her hands together, smiling brightly. “Sexercise!”

  And Now, As You Guessed… Sexercise!

  “Wow.”

  Jezebel looked around the exercise room, wide-eyed. The place was huge, the workout machines brand new and obviously state-of-the-art, but the real eye opener was that every man and woman working out was naked. Completely, utterly, totally naked. And not only that, they were either moaning and screaming in ecstasy, or grunting in what looked like satisfied release.

  If Jez’s gym had been like this, she would have gone more often. Providing people wiped the equipment off after they’d finished, of course.

  “Don’t you love exercise, Jezebel?” Bare asked.

  Jezebel felt she needed to be honest. “I’ve never been a huge fan of exercise machines. I find them so boring. I prefer to run outside in nature. But these people seem to enjoy it.”

  Bare smiled. “Here at the Hellfire Club Spa, we make exercise pleasurable. Definitely not boring at all. People can’t wait to get on our machines, and it’s very hard to get them off. I mean, it’s easy to get them off, as you can plainly see. But it’s difficult to get them away from the workout machines once they’re on them.”

  “No! Don’t make me leave! Please!” A man screamed, tears running down his face. He was clutching the handles of an exercise bike as two large, muscular men (who clearly spent a lot of time on the machines as well) attempted to pry his hands from the handle bars, and another pulled him from behind.

  Bare shook her head. “That happens a lot.”

  “What’s so special about these machines?” Jezzy asked.

  “Let me introduce you to the man who can show you.” Bare took Jezebel by the hand and led her to one of the enormous, ripped men who had carried the screaming man away. Unlike the naked people working out, this man wore a red Speedo with the word TRAINER printed across the waistband.

  “I’d like to you meet Hercules. Hercules is part of your transformation team.”

  Hercules looked like a mountain, standing well over six feet with muscles bulging everywhere. He wore his hair in a brush cut, which showcased chiseled features and deep brown eyes.

  “Nice to meet you, Jezebel.”

  “It’s my pleasure.”

  “It certainly will be,” he winked. “The first step is to get into your workout gear.”

  “Workout gear?” Jezebel must have missed something. She glanced around for Bare, but the woman was gone. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have any workout gear.”

  Hercules threw back his head and laughed. “Of course, you do. Look around you. You have just as much workout gear as anyone else here.”

  Jezzy glanced around. “I don’t see any gear. They’re all naked.”

  “The gear they are using, dear Jezebel, is their bodies. That’s all that’s required for a good workout, you know.”

  “Oh,” she said, finally understanding. “So you want me to take off my robe?”

  Hercules nodded. “Let me see what we have to work with.”

  “Okay.” Jez untied the robe’s belt, hyper conscious of Hercules’s eyes on her. Her pulse picked up. A jitter seated deep in her chest.

  Silly.

  Here Jezebel had just been naked in the salon, Titania’s and Bare’s hands all over her. She’d been half naked in front of a dozen construction workers earlier. And in the past, she’d always found stranger’s eyes on her nude body exciting. But now?

  Now she could only think about how imperfect her body was.

  “What’s wrong, Jezebel?” Hercules asked.

  “I can only think about how imperfect my body is.”

  “No one’s body is perfect. You’re only as perfect as you feel.”

  “That’s what Bare said.”

  “And Bare is a beautiful woman who walks around naked all the time.” Hercules eyed her expectantly, as if he’d just proven his point and was waiting for her to recognize it.

  Jezzy did her best to smile and nod. She didn’t understand any of it, really. But she’d come to the Hellfire Club Spa to be transformed into a beauty for her wedding day, and if she didn’t comply with the program, that wasn’t going to happen. So scooping in a deep breath, she opened the robe and let it slip off her shoulders.

  Standing naked in a room of naked people shouldn’t be a big deal, Jezzy supposed, but her nipples hardened and her nectar started to flow, and instead of thinking about exercise, she found herself holding her breath and searching Hercules’s face for the verdict.

  He looked Jezzy up and down, his gaze lingering on her heavy breasts, her tingling nipples, and the freshly waxed spot between her legs. “Nice bod, Jezebel.”

  Jezzy flushed a little, wanting to believe him. But when she checked out his skimpy shorts, she couldn’t see much of a bulge. She stood a little straighter, arching her back and thrusting out her breasts, hoping that would help.

  “But I think we need to tone you up.”

  Jezebel slumped. No wonder seeing her hadn’t made Hercules’s bulge grow. She was flabby and out-of-shape. Frumpy. Just as she’d felt. “Where do I start?”

  “How about trying a spinning class?”

  Jez wasn’t crazy about spinning classes, but whatever
it took to make her body more attractive, she would do it. “I’ve attended a few spinning classes.”

  “Not like this one. Not only do these bikes have special features to make the ride more enjoyable, but we have several different sizes.” Hercules led Jezzy to a room lined with exercise bikes. “When you find one you like, we’ll get the class started.”

  “Great.” Jezebel walked over to a smaller bike. Swinging her leg over the seat, she put her feet on the pedals. She studied the bike, noticing a bright, round green button on the console. “What does this button do?”

  “That’s the jack-off feature. It’s used by the men. A robotic hand emerges from the seat. It works quite nicely.”

  “Does it have a feature for women?”

  Hercules grinned. “Begin pedaling and find out.”

  Jezebel started at a slow and easy pace. The seat began to vibrate, but she had to lean forward quite a bit to fit her mound on the leather. Something poked her slightly from the seat. “Ooo, what was that?”

  “That is the vibrating seat and fucking feature for women. Some men like it, too. A dildo emerges from the seat to provide an extra penetrating workout.”

  “Nice. But I’m afraid this one is too short. It’s barely entering me at all.”

  “Try that one over there,” Hercules pointed to a bike with a blue seat. “You might find it more to your liking.”

  Jezebel dismounted the first bike and swung a leg over the seat of the second. Fitting her feet on the pedals, she started to pump. The seat came to life, and vibrated so strongly that the entire bike shook. Her breasts bounced. Jezebel had to grip the handlebars tightly to keep from falling off. Her sensitive little bud shrank into the safety of her folds.

  “I feeeee-eeeeel liiiii-iiiiike aaaaaaa miiiiiiii-iiiilkshaaaaaaaaake!”

  “Give it a chance,” Hercules said. “Pedal harder.”

  Jezebel did as he suggested, the bike feeling as if it was locked in a high gear. Something moved up against her moist opening and pushed into her wet tunnel… and pushed… and pushed… deeper… deeper… deeper…

  When the dildo pressed against her cervix with no sign of stopping, Jezzy leaped off the seat and stared at a rod that was at least three times the length of the last bike she’d tried.