Rachel just turned 21, and she wanted to experience it all. So, when a friend invited her to The Final Party, an exclusive adult party, she said yes, even though the friend warned her that anything went there. Especially if you pulled a golden ticket.
The bouncer was a stern man with a shaved head in a gray, almost military uniform. He gave Rachel, your average pretty blonde in her sexiest dress, an up and down. Then he told her to pick a ticket from the basket. She held her breath and wished not get a golden ticket as she dove her hand in. It didn't work.
Grinning, the bouncer shoved her through the door. "Have a GREAT time, blondie," he called after her.
Women in high collared grey dresses were waiting inside. They wore grey caps. Rachel could tell that they were bald underneath by how snug the caps fit. Two of them snatched her golden ticket and then walked her like a prisoner to the stage. Her friends didn't even seem to notice.
There were already naked and weeping women on the stage. Expressionless, Rachel's attendants took her belongings and started to strip her, putting everything in a waiting plastic tub. When she started to object, a male guard gave her a light jab with a cattle prob. After that, she didn't say a word.
Once they had her stripped, they eased her into one of the cold metal chairs. One by one, in front of an audience casually sipping drinks, her feet were put into stirrups, so she could be spread eagle. One of the women knelt before her, busy shaving her pussy smooth with a BIC and shaving cream. The other stood behind her with clippers. She carefully harvested Rachel's beautiful blonde hair. Rachel later learned that they sold the hair. Virgin to wig makers and processed to a pillow maker. After the woman finished with the clippers, she lathered up Rachel's scalp and eyebrows. Then her colleague handed her the same BIC that she used on Rachel's pussy. Mindful of the guards, Rachel did nothing as they shaved her, except sit there, tears silently streaming down her face.
The attendants pulled Rachel from the chair when they finally finished shaving her. They gave her a brisk rub down before writing #10 on her forehead in Sharpie. Then the guards forced her and the other shaved women into the waiting crowd.
At the end of the night, the guards collected the women. They marched them to a bathroom where the attendants waited. They scrubbed the various body fluids and Sharpie markings from the women’s bodies. Then they passed out their belongings along with a cup of pills (and water to wash them down) and an envelope of cash.
"Remember, girls, you're the jezebels who came here tonight. You wanted this. Take the pills and the cash and keep your mouths shut. Hair grows back," said the oldest of the attendants.
Rachel shivered. Still, she thought, taking her pills, knowing what her holes had just been through, she's not wrong. Her friends were waiting for her outside. They looked nervous.
"Breakfast on me," said Rachel, holding up her envelope.
They all looked relieved. Within minutes, they were teasing her and rubbing her bald head. Over breakfast, Rachel told them that it wasn't that bad, despite the temporary downgrade in her looks, but she'd never do it again.
That was a lie. It was great. And she'd fucking do it again.
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