Making of a Male Slut

It's been days since my laser hair removal turned sexual adventure, and I haven't heard from Biljana since. On one hand, I could understand why she's furious, but on the other, she's the one who pushed me into going to that salon in the first place. And it's not like we were officially in a relationship, because she always insisted that she wasn't ready to commit.

Meanwhile, the modeling contract I signed with Brat's beauty salon got officially ratified, and only then did I think to properly read it. Genius idea, I know.

Turns out, it wasn't amazing. It was designed to mostly be paid by how many customers I bring in: if they buy some products through my referral code, I get a commission. This meant I'd have to use my barely existing people skills.

The other way I could get paid is by participating in their various promotional videos and/or photoshoots, but it was basically pocket change, unless I rack up the hours.

I was also obligated to keep my body in good condition, which included not only fitness but also skin care, tanning, and regular hair removal (for which I had a "generous" ten percent discount at their salon now, no more freebies).

All in all, with this contract, I'd have to put in some serious effort just to break even. And it was binding for at least two years.

Then I got an idea of how I could kill two birds with one stone: I'd join the fanciest gym in town and go there wearing Brat brand workout clothes. That way I could keep in shape while also passively promoting the brand. I figured no gym bro would be caught dead asking another dude where he got those shorts, but I hoped some of the girls going there would be interested in the brand and convince their boyfriends to buy it or something. It was a stretch, but better than nothing.

I also asked Katarina to come with me, since we've been spending less and less time hanging out lately, so I thought I'd use this as a chance to restore my friendship with her. She was also a much more social person than me, so I figured she'd help me make connections.

Katarina had a real knack for getting to know people, and I was riding on her popularity, so my plan kind of worked. Several girls from the gym ended up asking about my outfit, and upon hearing the explanation, they asked me for my referral code, because they already knew and loved the brand and just wanted a discount. I figured if they keep buying, it should be enough to at least cover the cost of the gym and the beauty treatments I was now obligated to get.

What I didn't count on was the effect seeing Katarina in her tight workout outfits would have on me. Ever since Anja made me secretly cum on her back, I've been thinking of Katarina in a way that wasn't purely friendly. Seeing her in form-fitting shorts and what was basically a sports bra, my eyes were all over her body. Discreetly, of course.

My outfit made the situation worse, because, apparently, the Brat brand was designed by women, and their male clothes prioritized the female gaze over male comfort. In other words, it was form-fitting and thin, the shorts were shorter than I'd like, and my cock and ass were way more outlined than I was comfortable with. But at least the sneakers were comfortable, although ugly as fuck. Basically, it was borderline women's clothes. Not something easy to hide unwanted erections in.

And Katarina obliviously kept treating me as if we're both asexual, running her hands over my newly hairless body to see how smooth it is, playfully slapping my ass while I'm doing squats, asking me to spot her squats, hold her legs while she does crunches, help her stretch, etc., all while never showing any sexual interest in me and (thankfully) never noticing mine.

After each gym session with her, I could barely wait for a chance to jerk off, just to be able to think straight again. Sometimes I'd even run straight into the gym restroom and jack off in the stall.

On one such occasion, just as I was getting close to blowing my load, there was a knock on the stall door. It was Katarina, urging me to hurry up in there, because she needed to pee, so I just stopped and got out, figuring I'd just finish the job when I got home.

That plan went sideways when Katarina suggested we try out the gym sauna. I tried to wiggle out of it, but no luck, so I soon ended up in a very small, very hot room with her, with just a towel around my waist to contain my erection and her towel barely covering her tits and ass.

The sauna was very ordinary, all wood, with a glass door, hot stones, and a bucket of water with a ladle in one corner, and benches on two levels opposite the door. I sat on the top bench, and she lay face down on the bottom one, giving me a view of her bare legs and towel-covered ass.

This was already giving me trouble in my edged state, but then she asked me to massage her legs, since she went quite heavy on her squats and calf raises that day.

We were both sweaty, but it wasn't too gross, since we were in a sauna, so it was a kind of clean sweat. As I massaged her legs, she seemed to be enjoying it, but I was struggling to control my urges, as touching her body made me rock hard under the towel.

As I made my way up her bare legs, I eventually arrived at the bottom of her ass, and as I massaged her hamstrings, the movement propagated to her ass, which caused the towel covering it to gradually ride up, revealing more and more of it.

I played dumb and kept moving up, and my hands eventually ended up fully on her ass cheeks, kneading and pulling them apart, giving me a tantalizing view of her asshole and a part of her pussy.

This went on for all of five seconds before she giggled and told me to stop, pulling her towel back down. She then straightened up and offered to return the favor by massaging me.

I did my best to discreetly adjust my cock under my towel and lay down on the lower bench on my stomach, which resulted in trapping my cock between my stomach and the bench.

Since I'd worked on my back that day, I told her to massage my back, and she started doing it with her hands, but, since she's a lot smaller than me, she couldn't press hard enough, so she decided to sit on the upper bench and massage me with her feet instead.

Using her feet increased the pressure quite a bit, and I really felt the effects of the massage, but I also felt my cock getting stimulated as my whole torso started moving.

In just a couple of minutes, I was on the edge of orgasm again, moaning from what she thought were the effects of the massage and urging her to press harder. Then, as she tried to press hard on my lower back, her foot slipped over my ass, undoing my towel, and at that exact point I went over the edge.

She yelped at seeing my bare ass, covering her eyes and diverting her head, while I got up and scrambled to tie the towel back on around my waist, all the while my cock was spurting its ruined orgasm into the towel.

By the time I tied the towel, I was also drained and told her she may look again. We then looked at the clock and realized we had spent enough time in the sauna, so we went out into our respective locker rooms to shower. My shower took a bit longer since I had to jerk off again thinking of what just happened.