The Descent of Judy
Chapter 5. The morning after the night before
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Judy awoke to the sensation of something brushing against her cheek. Judy
cracked open her eyes and immediately a ray of sunshine, from a gap in the
curtains, cut into her consciousness like a laser. What had touched her cheek?
She sat up, and, as the pain of a monumental hangover lanced through her
temples, immediately slumped back down onto the bed again. She winced as what
seemed like a thousand little men with hammers beat out a throbbing rhythm
inside her head.
"Awake at last, I see."
Judy looked to her side; even the movement of her head brought a fresh wave of
pounding. Salma lay next to her, propped up on one elbow, looking horribly
radiant. Salma had brushed her face but with what? Her hand, her hair, her
lips...?
"Oh god, what happened?" she asked, her memories flooding back even as she asked
the question.
Salma smiled.
"You weren't feeling too good," she explained with a sly smirk on her face. "But
I took good care of you."
Judy felt herself blushing as she pieced together the events of the previous
evening. How could she allow herself to get so drunk, so out of control? She
thought about the events of the evening. Things had been fine until she'd
started smoking the joints. Thinking back to when she'd been a
thirteen-year-old, she remembered how her first cigarette had made her dizzy,
and she'd been sick that time too. Judy had always thought she could handle her
drink, so it must have been the weed that had done the damage. What did Salma
think of her now? Judy could feel herself blush at the thought of what Salma's
opinion of her might be. That she had shamed herself in front of this woman was
so hard to come to terms with. For once in her life, Judy was very uncomfortably
aware that she was not the one in control of the situation; and it was pointless
trying to pretend that she was superior to the other woman, when she'd made such
a fool of herself.
"You look like you could do with some tea, and a couple of Paracetamol look like
a good idea too," Salma suggested as she pulled back the covers and climbed out
of the bed.
Judy was shocked to realise Salma was completely naked and as she walked
brazenly across the bedroom she made no attempt to cover herself. Judy could
only assume that having appeared in numerous porn movies Salma no longer had any
hang-ups about being naked around other people. Judy had of course seen plenty
of Salma's naked body on the video the night before, in rather more close-up
than she wanted to see, but the presence of the naked Asian girl in the room
with her was completely different. Judy wanted to turn her eyes from Salma's
body, but she was drawn by the girl's beauty. While looking at Salma's body Judy
noticed a tattoo on Salma's right buttock; it depicted a red devil holding a
pitchfork, and the words 'Prime Evil' under the small figure.
Salma noticed Judy's gaze.
"Like him? He's my little devil," Salma grinned.
Judy could only nod, and immediately regret the movement as a fresh bolt of pain
lanced through her temple.
Ten minutes later, Salma returned, still totally naked, with two big mugs of tea
and a large bottle of pills on a tray. Judy now received another surprise as she
saw that Salma's crotch was completely hairless, not just shaved, but devoid of
any trace of pubic hair. Her labia were neat and tidy in a discrete, almost
childlike vaginal opening. Judy swallowed and realised she was wondering what it
would be like to touch it. She suddenly felt very conscious of her own scrubby
little thatch. It had always annoyed her that, as a natural blonde, her own
pubic hair was sparse and didn't amount to much. Salma stood beside her with the
cup of tea, her cunt level with Judy's face.
"How did you get it so smooth?" was all Judy could say.
Salma looked down at her own pubic mound and smiled, "That's easy, I've waxed it
so many times that nothing grows there any more; same with the rest of me, even
my legs. I do get a little bit of downy hair, but it's so soft, it doesn't even
hurt when I wax it off these days," Salma explained, putting down the tray on
the bedside table.
"Here, feel," she said, thrusting her crotch further into Judy's face.
Judy's felt compelled to touch the smooth mound before she quickly pulled her
hand away like she'd been touched by a hot iron.
Salma smiled, "It won't bite you know..."
Judy again touched Salma's naked mons, this time gently running her fingers over
the soft smooth skin, finding not even a trace of stubble. She was surprised
that Salma really was completely hairless. Judy had expected to feel the
roughness that she remembered feeling every morning as a child when her dad
kissed her goodbye as he set off for work. He'd always been very particular
about his appearance, but his beard had always felt like sandpaper against her
cheek, even fresh from the razor. Thoughts of her father reminded her of how
much her parents would be horrified if they knew of her present predicament, and
the course of action she was about to embark upon would be quite beyond them.
Judy's thoughts were broken as Salma spoke to her again.
"I'll do you if you like...."
"Oh no, no, no thanks," Judy muttered, wishing she could go back to sleep, and
wake up without this thumping head. 'When are these bloody pills going to work?'
she thought to herself.
"Go on, I'll wax it off for you, it's much quicker. It takes ages to grow back
and it grows back really soft, so you can wax it off again even easier," Salma
suggested.
"Please Salma, I just want to die," Judy groaned.
But Salma pulled back the duvet and inspected her patch.
"It shouldn't be too bad for you, you haven't got much there anyway," Salma
shrugged.
Judy put her hands over her face to shut out the light.
"Oh, god!" she groaned, unable to cope any longer.
Salma continued, seemingly oblivious to Judy's pain, "I'm going to put a hot
towel on there first, to soften the skin and open the pores around your hair
follicles; and then give you a wax, it won't hurt; much."
While Judy continued to lie exposed on the bed, too feeble to even pull the
duvet back over herself, Salma had fussed around getting a bowl of hot scented
water and a flannel; and plugging in the waxing kit.
Salma enjoyed soaking Judy's mound. Forcibly she opened Judy's legs then knelt,
still naked between them. She told Judy to lift her hips, and slid a large
fluffy towel under the girl's buttocks. She had to push down quite hard on
Judy's thighs to keep the girl from curling up in a ball, but once she had
started, Judy lay quite still as she felt the relaxing warmth of the hot towel
on her pubic mound.
"Right, you relax for a few minutes, and then we'll put the wax on." Salma told
her, leaving the room. "I'm going to make some more tea."
Judy did as Salma suggested, and closed her eyes. Her head still throbbed from
the previous night's excesses, and the chance to shut out the light for a few
minutes was too good to pass up.
Minutes later she became alert again at the sound of a padding noise up the
stairs. To her horror, the dog, Khan, appeared at the doorway. Judy froze; a
childhood memory of being bitten by a Rottweiler had left her scared of all
dogs, big dogs in particular. She still had some very faint scars on her leg.
Khan stood in the doorway, surveying the scene in the bedroom. Judy lay rigid on
the bed, naked apart from the flannel protecting her modesty. She had no idea
what to do, whether to call out or hope he would leave of his own accord.
Khan padded softly to the end of the bed, sniffed at the bowl of hot water, and
then followed the trail to Judy's crotch. He put his front paws on the bed and,
to her absolute horror, buried his nose under the flannel, pushing it aside, and
into her crotch. His long tongue licked roughly at her tender skin. Judy gently
tried to close her legs to shut him out, but Khan let out a low, threatening
growl.
Judy very carefully relaxed her legs and allowed the huge brute to continue to
probe her depths with his long tongue. The feeling was not unpleasant but Judy
felt sick at what he was doing. She braved a call, "Salma, Salma!" but not too
loud.
Khan was tall enough for Judy to be able to see under his belly, and the fact
that he was now growing a huge bright red erection gave Judy a new reason to be
worried. In spite of herself, she looked as it got even larger. He was huge. The
idea that such a huge thing could be buried inside a woman filled her with
dread.
"Please, Salma, please come now!" she begged, louder this time.
And then suddenly Salma was in the room.
"Khan! Get off! Get off!" she ordered, grabbing the beast by his collar and
dragging his head away.
"Kitchen, NOW !" she shouted.
The dog looked mournfully at Salma and she repeated her command. He loped off
down the corridor and disappeared down the stairs. Judy was almost in tears.
"How can you stand having such a horrible thing around?" she asked between sobs.
Salma laughed, "He's a good boy really! He wouldn't have hurt you. I'm afraid
after appearing in a movie with me he's developed a taste for pussy. Stupid dog
thinks he's a man now! You just have to treat him like a man, tell him to fuck
off!"
"How could anyone do...do 'it' with an animal?" Judy asked vehemently.
"Don't knock it until you've tried it, as they say," Salma replied with a smile,
side-stepping Judy's accusation
"I don't care, I couldn't, I just couldn't," Judy told her emphatically, laying
back on the bed and closing her eyes.
Salma prepared the wax. Cracking open her eyes Judy could see her, witch-like,
stirring a miniature steaming caldron with a flat stick. Salma brought the pot
over to a stool that she'd placed at the foot of the bed. Judy tensed.
"Are you sure this is going to be okay?" she asked.
"Don't be such a baby," Salma said, grinning wickedly.
Salma dipped the stick into the hot liquid and dripped it onto Judy's sparsely
covered mound. The sensation was shocking, but Judy refused to cry out and give
Salma the satisfaction of seeing her fear. Salma coated her whole crotch with
the gluey liquid and spread it with the spatula. She then placed strips of
cotton bandage over all, making sure that the syrupy liquid soaked into the
strips.
"There, we'll leave it to set, then I'll pull it off," Salma told her. "Keep
your legs apart."
Judy obeyed, her pubic mound still burning from the sensation of the hot wax.
As Salma went to leave the room she begged her to keep Khan downstairs. Salma
just smiled.
Judy drifted off again and came round to see Salma once more kneeling between
her outstretched legs. Salma noticed with glee, that, even with the cotton
strips partly obscuring the view, Judy's cunt lips were still open and puffy,
and wet with Khan's slobber and her own emissions.
"Right, it's set. Ready?" she asked
"Yes, let's get it over with," Judy answered, angrily.
Salma gripped one of the cotton strips, and pulled it off in a single, rapid
motion. Judy felt a flash of quite horrendous pain, but even as she wanted to
cry out, Salma ripped another of the strips off. Judy sucked in a lungful of air
and the third strip came off. This time she could not stop herself crying out.
"Ow!" she cried. "You said it wouldn't hurt."
"Nearly done!" Salma replied, gleefully.
When she had finished, Salma held a hand mirror so that Judy could see herself.
Judy propped herself up on her elbows and looked at the reflection in the
mirror; Judy was surprised at the sight of herself, surprised but also thrilled
by the look. She hid that from Salma by saying, "God, it's burning hot!"
Salma put down the mirror and walked over to her dressing table. She returned to
the bed with a tube of cream from which she squeezed a generous glob of some
pleasant smelling lotion.
"This will help, it's very soothing, and it's got Tea tree oil in it, so it's a
good antiseptic."
Salma gently smeared the sore flesh with the cream, carefully rubbing the balm
over her mons. It was very cooling, and for a moment Judy relaxed under Salma's
soothing ministrations with brief tingles of pleasure as Salma's hand brushed
against her more intimate parts.
"How's your head?" Salma asked when she had finished her work.
"A bit better. Look, I should be going, I've got some work to catch up on," Judy
said, looking at Salma.
"Fine, but there's just one small problem; I washed all your clothes last night
and they're still wet."
"Oh great!" Judy replied bitterly.
"It's not such a problem, You can borrow something of mine if we can find
something to fit you," Salma offered.
Judy felt she had no choice but to be further indebted to this woman.
"I suppose that'll have to do," Judy told her, ungraciously.
Judy sat on the Circle Line train, feeling really self-conscious in an
ultra-short white latex mini dress. 'God knows how Salma gets into this,' she
thought, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down the inside of her thigh in the
heat of the stuffy carriage.
The girls had gone through Salma's wardrobe, and found that the difference in
their sizes precluded virtually all of Salma's extensive collection. Judy had
been silently jealous of the range of top designer labels she'd seen. While she
didn't think much of Salma's taste in decor, she had to admit, the girl
certainly had an eye for fashion, even if most of her wardrobe was black. The
white latex mini dress stood out amongst the rows of black and it was the only
outfit that Judy could fit into, almost as though it had been waiting there for
her. As she dressed, Salma had tried to convince Judy that she should not wear
any underwear with such a dress as it showed, but Judy refused to budge on that
issue. Salma did insist that Judy wear heels with the skirt rather than her
sneakers and she had a white strapped pair with four-inch heels that fitted her.
When she was dressed, Salma decided Judy needed one more thing to complete the
look. She went to her jewellery box then knelt before Judy and put a gold chain
round her ankle. Judy had protested that she didn't want to borrow jewellery but
Salma insisted it went with the look. Judy felt too tired to argue and too ill
to bend down and take it off.
Now, as she sat in the crowded tube train, Judy could feel her unfettered boobs
bouncing and jiggling in the thin rubber material as the train juddered and
swayed as it rushed through the tunnel. She was very aware that she was being
leered at by every man and looked over by every woman. Although Judy was blessed
with natural good looks, she never flaunted them and usually kept her body
hidden under the student 'uniform' of jeans and baggy sweatshirts. To be openly
leered at like this was a new sensation for her. She felt defenceless,
vulnerable, different.
Her memories of the previous evening kept reminding her that she'd really lost
control of herself; she had a vague recollection of being touched by Salma in
ways that she wasn't comfortable with. 'What was she doing with me in the
shower?' Judy wracked her brain for an answer, but apart from the vague idea
that it wasn't right, she couldn't bring it into focus.
Judy looked down to avoid the stares and saw the chain on her ankle and realised
for the first time that the chain was in fact a small identity bracelet. 'I
wonder if there's anything on it?' she thought, but realised that there was no
way she could bend down in the dress to look at it more closely. As it was, the
design of the dress was practically thrusting her boobs out over the top of the
neckline, and it was so short that she had to sit still lest the hem ride up and
expose her skimpy little panties.
As she teetered home on the high heels from the tube station, Judy continued to
reflect on the happenings of the past twenty-four hours. She tried to analyse
her feelings towards Salma; she was certainly in awe of her physically beauty
and Salma seemed completely amoral, with absolutely no compunctions about what
she did. Judy concluded that Salma would still do all the things she'd witnessed
on video, even if she didn't earn a penny for any of it. As she opened the door
to the house she thought, 'I'm going to make a movie with her, so what does that
make me?'
Thankfully the house was empty; her house-mates were at lectures, 'Which is
where,' Judy thought, 'I should be too.' She would have hated to try to explain
where she had been or what she had been doing.
Minute's later Judy sat on the loo, having a very satisfying pee. She kicked off
her panties and picked them up off the floor. Wiping herself on some toilet
tissue, she encountered her naked pussy, realising that it wasn't stinging any
more. Judy was curious to take a closer look at it.
The only full-length mirror in the student house was in the hall. Judy stood
before it; legs parted and slowly raised the hem of the mini-dress. She looked
in amazement as her smooth pussy came into view. It felt very cool and
sensitive, she was aware of the tiny draft coming under the door playing across
it. She reached down with her other hand and spread the lips of her labia a
little. How strange, yet how sexy it looked. Despite the remains of her hangover
she started to toy with herself a little.
Just then the door crashed open and in barged Janet, one of Judy's housemates.
She obviously wasn't expecting anyone to be home either and came face to face
with the mini-skirted Judy who was trying to pull the hem down over her hairless
cunt.
They both looked at each other with shock and surprise. Janet was actually quite
a shy, awkward girl whose demeanour not helped by the fact that she tended
towards acne and had to wear glasses with lenses like the bottom of glass
bottles. She was more upset by the situation than Judy.
"What....what are you doing Judy?" she stammered. "You didn't come home last
night?"
Judy sighed. How on earth could she explain that she had been drinking
Champagne, smoking dope and watching hard-core videos with a gorgeous porn
actress? Or had thrown up on her sofa, spent the night naked in her bed with her
before having her pussy hair waxed and being squeezed into one of her dresses?
She had a sudden realisation that she was moving into a totally different world
than that of her fellow students, one they couldn't possibly comprehend. She
looked at the goggle-eyed Janet with impatience.
"None of your damned business!" she cursed and stormed off to her room.
Janet stood on the step, books in her hand, flabbergasted. She had never seen
Judy act like that in her life.
Judy sat on the bed in her room, fuming. She felt like Janet was judging her,
just like her parents always did and she did not want to be judged. Judy was too
tired to think anymore and took off the ridiculous heels ready to crawl into
bed. Unstrapping the heels she noticed the ankle bracelet again. Crouching on
the bed, Judy tried to remove it, but couldn't; the lock didn't seem to have any
catch that allowed it to be opened. She sat down and lifted her right leg,
bending forward, to take a closer look. There was a thin piece of gold with
writing on. Judy turned the metal in the light to read it. In neatly engraved
script was written:
"Property of Salma Farooq"
