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With her parents gone, Jane decided to move to the city where she could get a job and maybe try to go to school. The fire that had taken her parents also completely destroyed all of their possessions except for her old car and a suitcase of clothes she accumulated since then. Her parents were very underinsured and after expenses she had enough cash to survive a couple of months in the city until she could get a job.  Once there she quickly found a cheap motel with weekly rates and set out to find a furnished room and start job hunting. After several days of dead ends on both fronts, she saw this ad on a bulletin board. “FOR LEASE, small furnished room, $50 per month, must have few possessions, females only. Call Tracy @ 555-1212."

Jane quickly started dialing the number, it was perfect for her. Low price and she only had one suitcase of clothes.  To her glee Tracy told her the room had not been rented yet and she could come by in an hour to see it and if Tracy felt like they would be compatible, she could sign the lease and move in.

Jane had been pretty sheltered growing up at 19 and a year out of high school she was still living at home and going to the local community college at the time of the fire.  She was about 5’5" and had a fair figure but was a little plain and her mother had never let her wear makeup, have her ears pierced or even go to a salon to get her hair cut. Her mother had trimmed the ends of her now butt length brown hair a couple times a year. Jane normally kept it pinned up in a bun. As she followed the directions to the address Tracy gave her, Jane wondered what Tracy was like, she sounded young on the phone and had a nice voice.  It was an older building that had been restored in the artsy section near the university. Jane parked, entered the building, and found the door to Tracy’s apartment. Jane rang the bell and after a few seconds the door opened. Jane was spellbound, she had never seen anyone who looked like Tracy. She looked to be in her mid 20’s and was well over 6 feet tall, with an hourglass figure and DD breasts, she had the face of a fashion model with perfect makeup. Her outfit was shiny black tight spandex that showed every inch of her shape. She had on black patent leather ankle boots with 6 inch stiletto heels. The top was long sleeve with a low cut neck that revealed her ample cleavage.  She wore a jeweled necklace and  in each ear she had several earrings starting at the bottom with large hoops getting smaller as they went up. Her hair was black, very short on the sides and spiky on top. She was smoking a cigarette in a long black cigarette holder. After a few seconds, Tracy extended her hand and said, “You must be Jane, I’m Tracy, please come in."

Jane took hand and attempted to choke out a hello and followed her into the room. Tracy asked her to sit and immediately began interviewing Jane, she got her background and what she was doing in the city. She asked her about boyfriends and Jane explained that she had not been allowed to date in high school and was not terribly popular so she had only had a couple of dates ever and nothing developed with them.  Tracy stood and offered to show Jane the apartment.  From the large well furnished living room the toured through the dining room, kitchen,  office, laundry,  down the hall to the bath, guest bedroom, master bedroom with its bath and finally to the room for rent at the end of the hall, it was a small 8x8 room with a single bed, night stand and lamp, and small chest. There was a small closet with no door and a small bath with a commode and sink with no door. The room had no window. As they toured Tracy asked Jane about not wearing makeup, having her ears not pierced and her hair which Jane had up in a bun. As they started back down the hall Tracy showed her a door to her studio explaining that she had a photography and art studio that occupied the rest of the floor of the building and that was where she worked. Tracy said, “Come in the office and we can discuss terms of the lease, if you are still interested."

Jane was not thrilled about the room but realized it was perfect for her situation. She followed Tracy into the office and sat across the desk from her.  Tracy took out a cigarette and placed it in the holder and lit it.  She inhaled deeply and blew it out and began to speak, “Jane, I need to be open with you and ask you before we get started, how do you feel about girls."

Jane replied, “What exactly do you mean?"

Tracy continued, “I am a lesbian, I have relationships only with women. If that is a problem for you, we can stop this discussion and part company."

Jane thought for a moment and said, “I don’t think I have ever met another lesbian and have never thought about that type of relationship, but I really need a place to stay and this is a perfect situation for me. So, if you will have me, I would love to move in."

Tracy smiled and said, “I will have you, let’s go over the terms of the lease and you can sign."

Tracy read the terms which sounded pretty standard to Jane, payment of first and last month’s rent at signing. She was responsible for keeping her room clean and clean up after herself in the rest of the apartment. She was not to enter the studio at any time without Tracy’s permission and if Tracy was entertaining she was to stay in her room and only use the back entrance.  Failure to comply would result in penalties.

Tracy asked, “Would you like to read it completely before signing."

Jane glanced at it and flipped to the back page and signed. She smiled and said, "I am so glad I found you and this place."

They made small talk while Tracy finished her cigarette and then Jane excused herself to go check out of the motel and get her belongings. She was thrilled as she drove to the hotel. She got there and put all of her belongings in her suitcase and checked out. She thought as she drove back, if I can just find a job now, everything will be perfect. As she got back to the building she circled to the back and entered the code to enter the basement garage. She parked in the spot just as Tracy instructed. She got her bag and went upstairs to the apartment. She went through the living room and started down the hall to her room and Tracy walked out of her bedroom naked, Jane’s mouth and suitcase hit the floor.  Tracy stood there and smiled, asking her, “Have you never seen a naked woman before?"

Jane stuttered, “Only girls in the locker room at school, but none of them looked like you."

Tracy stood there facing Jane and asked, “Just how do I look?"

Jane answered, “You are very beautiful, but you have no hair down there."

“Yes," Tracy replied, “I really don’t like body or pubic hair and I have had all of mine permanently removed. Anything else?"

Jane mumbled, “You have rings."

Tracy giggled, “Yes, I do, both of my nipples are pierced twice and navel once. My clitoris has one ring and I have four on each of my pussy lips." “Would you like to touch them?’

Jane quickly sputtered no thank you as she gathered up her suitcase to head to her room. Tracy stopped her to explain that she goes naked in the apartment much of the time and even sometimes when her girlfriends are over and that Jane needed to be comfortable with that and was welcome to go naked in the apartment also, to which Jane sputtered another no thank you and hurried to her room. She plopped down on the bed and tried to catch her breath since she was almost hyperventilating. After a couple of minutes she gathered her wits and took all of her belongings from the suitcase and put them in two of the drawers of the chest and then put her suitcase in the closet area.  It was suppertime and Tracy called out that she was fixing supper and it would be ready in a few minutes. Jane sat there afraid to go out into the apartment. All of a sudden, Tracy burst through the door and took Jane’s hand telling her it was time to eat. Jane meekly followed her down the hall to the dining room. There was a 3 course meal on the table ready to eat. They sat and ate and Tracy explained more house rules and asked Jane about herself. After they finished, they took everything into the kitchen and cleaned up then Tracy said she always likes to have an after dinner cigar and brandy and asked Jane if she would like one too. Jane told her she did not smoke or drink. Tracy insisted that she sit with her then selected what she described as a particularly tasty cigar from her humidor and poured herself a brandy. Tracy then sat down in her chair opposite the sofa where Jane sat and lit her cigar. She exhaled a large cloud of smoke. They made more small talk getting to know one another while she finished her cigar and brandy then Tracy excused herself saying she had some work to do in the studio. Jane decided she would turn in for the night and headed to her room. After dozing for a while Jane woke up thirsty and decided to go to the kitchen to get a drink, as she walked by the door to the studio she heard noises and what heard like cries and moans. She knocked on the door and called out, “Tracy, is everything all right."

After a few seconds, a very angry Tracy opened the door. She was dressed completely in tight black leather, her thigh boots had 6 inch heels making her even taller and more ominous. She glared at Jane and sternly said, “The house rules state that you are not to interrupt me while I am in the studio."

Jane started, “But I thou…"

Tracy cut her off, “No exceptions! Now there will be a penalty. You will be confined to your room."

She grabbed Jane by the arm and quickly marched her to her room. Jane sputtered, “Confined to my room? For how long?"

Tracy thrust her into the room and as she closed the door said, “For as long as I decide."

Tracy closed the door and Jane just stood there ready to start sobbing. After a moment she decided to apologize to Tracy she went to the door and attempted to open it and found it locked from the outside. She was a prisoner in her room. She collapsed on her bed and cried herself to sleep. She woke after several hours and looked at her clock and saw it was 4 AM. She tried to turn on the light to go to the bathroom and found the lights were turned off from the outside also. She fumbled her way to the commode and relieved herself and felt her way back to the bed and went back to sleep. She woke again to find the light on and it was about 9 AM. She got up and tried the door which was still locked. Periodically throughout the day she tried the door, knocked on it and called out but there was no response. She was getting very hungry but had nothing to satisfy her apitite. At 9 PM the light went out and she was plunged into darkness again. At 9 AM they came on again. By now it had been 36  hours since she had eaten  and she was famished. Again she tried the door, knocked and called out and still no response. At about 6 PM the door opened and Tracy informed her that the penalty had been paid and she was allowed to come out and have supper. Tracy was completely nude except for her heels again. Jane went to change from her nightshirt and Tracy took her arm and said no need for that and come eat. She led her down the hall to the dining room. They entered to a completely prepared table. Jane stopped short, as there were 2 other ladies sitting at the table. Both of them were also nude. Tracy said, “Let me introduce you to two of my friends."

They approached the first lady and Tracy said, “Jane, this is Helen, and Helen this is Jane."

They shook hands and Jane looked her over, she was 40 something with a great figure and a pretty face with perfect make up. Her hair was extremely short, it reminded Jane of the flat tops her father used to wear. There was a fine blond stubble on the sides and a perfectly formed flat top with a nice wide landing strip. Jane wondered why such a pretty woman would wear her hair so short. Helen had more ear piercings than Tracy with many rings and studs. She also had a ring in her septum and a stud in her left nostril. As she spoke to Jane, Jane noticed 2 large studs in her tongue. Like Tracy, Helen’s nipples were also pierced and she wore some pretty shield behind her nipple rings. Even though Jane had never liked them, Jane also had pretty floral tattoos on her breasts.  

Tracy then directed Jane to the other woman and said, “Jane, this is Astrid." 

Like Helen, Astrid was probably in her 40’s and had a great figure and perfect makeup on her pretty face. She had the multiple piercings and had chains running from the ring in her septum to her ears. She also had a chain between the rings on her nipples and chains running from each to her pussy below table level. Her right breast shoulder and neck had a large colorful floral tattoo. Her vivid red hair was in a very short bowl cut that stopped close to two inches above her ears. The sides and back of her head were shaved completely smooth. Jane stared in fascination at the bare skin. Tracy directed Jane to a seat and then seated herself. There was a lot of discussion during dinner but Jane was a little intimidated and was quiet unless they asked her a question, they were all inquisitive about her background and her tastes. After dinner the dishes were quickly dealt with and they went into the living room. Tracy offered everyone cigars and brandy. Helen and Astrid accepted but Jane again declined. While smoking their cigars, the subject turned to sex and they asked Jane about her experiences and they were amused at her lack of experience. At they were finishing their cigars, the subject turned to lesbianism and they all told Jane how much better it was to be with women than men. They asked if she had any interest and she politely declined. They giggled as they got up to proceed to Tracy’s bedroom for the night’s activities.  Jane tidied up and decided it was time for a shower. After the two days of confinement the shower felt good. When she finished, and opened the curtain, there stood Tracy, Helen, and Astrid. At first Jane tried to cover herself with the shower curtain but Tracy took her hand and got her out of the tub and in the middle of the three of them. They took towels and dried her and helped her put up her hair. They looked her over closely checking out her boobs, bush, and bottom. Jane declined another invitation to join them and proceeded to her room.

The next couple weeks were uneventful, Jane had submitted many applications but had not landed a job. She was becoming more adjusted to Tracy and her activities. And she had met many of Tracy’s friends and all were a little bizarre like Tracy.  One afternoon she came home from job hunting in the sweltering heat to find Tracy entertaining Helen and Astrid again.  They invited her to join them for dinner but she wanted to shower since she was so hot. She went to her room and got ready then took a long shower. When she finished and left the bathroom, they had already finished and were having cigars and brandy. Jane retired to her room and began drying her hair. After a moment or two, the three ladies entered Jane’s room and Tracy was angry.  She dropped a clump of hair from the shower onto Jane’s lap. Tracy sternly said, “House rules, you must always clean up after yourself."

Jane replied, “I was going to get that after I finished."

Tracy retorted, “That’s not good enough, I can’t have guests seeing this. And this is the second time.  There will be a penalty."

Helen and Astrid stood there smiling and Jane began to resign herself that she was going to be confined to her room again. But Tracy turned to walk out of the room and said to them, “Bring her."

They each took and arm and followed Tracy down the hall and through the door into her studio. They walked past room after room of torture devices the Jane could scarcely take in. She was starting to panic but there was no way she could get away from Helen and Astrid’s grip. They followed Tracy into a room that looked like a barbershop. They sat Jane in the chair and quickly bound her arms to the armrests and her legs to the footrest. Tracy got in front of Jane and down close to her face and said, “The penalty for leaving hair in the shower is a haircut, the more you talk, argue, struggle, or cry, the shorter it will be."

Jane already had been trying to talk her way out of it and struggling against the bonds. She began sobbing as Tracy went to the counter to pick out her tools. She turned and started brushing out Jane’s long damp mane. After she was satisfied, she put down the brush and picked up the clippers, put her cigar in her mouth and turned back to Jane.  Jane saw the clippers and started crying more begging her not to cut her hair. Tracy ignored her and clicked the clippers on with a pop. She blew a puff of Cigar smoke in Jane’s face and placed the clippers in her forehead. She plunged the clippers back leaving a white path back over Jane’s head. Pass after pass, Tracy stripped the hair from the top of Jane’s head. She stepped behind her and pushed her head forward until Jane’s chin touched her chest. She placed the clippers at her nape and mowed upwards leaving fine stubble on the back of her head to match the top. Tracy cleared the hair from the left side then the right. She clicked off the clippers and spun Jane to face the mirror. Her head had a shadow and she had hair stuck to her cheeks from her tears. It was also on her shoulders, breasts and lap and covered the floor around the chair.  Tracy took another big puff of her cigar and blew it in Jane’s face again, turned to Astrid and said, “Your turn."

Astrid went to the counter and picked up a wisk broom and swept the hair from Jane’s face and neck.  She clicked on the hot lather dispenser and got a generous dollop and began to apply it to Jane’s head. She massaged it in leaving a thick fluffy white dome. She picked up the straight razor and stropped it on the razor strap. Then she meticulously began to scrape away the foam and the stubble. When she finished, she relathered and did it again. Satisfied that Jane’s head was completely smooth, she picked up her cigar and spun the chair so Jane faced the mirror. She inhaled deeply from the cigar and blew another cloud into Jane’s face and said, “You look absolutely gorgeous!"

Jane stared at her reflection in disbelief. Her beautiful long hair was gone but she admitted to herself the she did look better than she thought. They undid her bonds and had her stand and swept away all the hair still handing on her body. They led her across the room to what looked like an obstetric table and had her step up and lay down on it. Her feet were placed in the stirrups and strapped in. Her hands were fastened to the top of the table above her head. Helen examined her legs and armpits and discovered that Jane had just shaved them in the shower. Helen took the cigar from her mouth, patted Jane’s pussy and said to her, “Now let’s clean this up. She put the cigar back in her mouth and picked up small clippers and clicked them on. She began to shear away Jane’s bush, first the front then alongside each labia and finally in her bottom crack and around her anus. When she was satisfied, Helen turned off the clippers and covered Jane’s mound with hot lather. Jane began to get very aroused as Helen carefully massaged the foam into all of the folds of Jane’s womanhood. Tracy handed Helen a four bladed safety razor and Helen proceeded to remove the stubble leaving Jane as smooth as the day she was born. She took a damp towel and cleaned her thoroughly then she took a couple of dots of lather put them on her eyebrows and razored them off quickly. Helen pronounced her done and Tracy said, Get her warmed up." And left the room.

Astrid rolled a stool to the foot of the table and sat like a gynecologist would sit. She leaned forward and began to lick Jane’s smooth sensitized pussy. She probed inside with her tongue and sucked on Jane’s swollen clit. At the same time, Helen began massaging Jane’s breasts and licking and playing with her nipples. Jane had never felt arousal like this before and was writhing on the table.  Jane was almost to climax when Tracy walked back in wearing one of her shiny black outfits with a large strap on dildo in front. She walked to the table exclaiming, “Time for a good fucking!"

Astrid rolled out of the way and Tracy stepped up and penetrated Jane with the large dildo immediately.  Her vagina was being stretched by the shaft. Tracy thrust the member in over and over again.  After a couple of moments Jane had an extremely intense screaming orgasm.  Tracy stretched it out by continuing to thrust deeply inside Jane. Finally she relented and Jane lay there exhausted and in tears from the intensity of the moment. The three women each gave her a deep open mouth kiss then they released her from the table. Jane told them as they helped her from the table that she had never experienced like that.  Tracy replied, “It’s always better with another woman."

They led Jane back to the apartment and into Tracy’s bedroom where the four had in incredible night of lovemaking.  When she awoke the next morning, Jane first thought she had a wild nightmare, then she saw Tracy, Helen, and Astrid intertwined with her. She reached up and touched her bald head and realized it had not been a dream. She started to move but the other three were waking up too. They went into the living room and all lit up cigarettes. Tracy lit a second one and handed it to Jane and said, “Nothing tastes better than a cigarette after a night of eating pussy."

While they had their cigarettes, they talked about the previous night and the experience for Jane.  Jane suddenly realized that she was a lesbian, she no longer had sexual attraction to men. Jane admitted that to the other three. Then Tracy replied, “This turned out better than I could have imagined, so I have an offer for you. I want to hire you to be my receptionist. The only stipulation is that you remain completely hairless and smooth at all times. As long as you do that you will always have a job."

Jane thought for a moment and replied, “Yes, I want to be your bald lesbian receptionist."

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