Demoted and... Chapter 2

I slipped off my skirt and my panties and pulled the chain on the shower. I lathered up with the shave gel and started with my ankles. I'd never realized how hairy I actually was until I was trying to get it off. The razor kept getting clogged with body hair. I could see everyone watching me. Jeremy was standing outside his office talking to Barry. Jeremy seemed to be explaining how good of a lay I was and Barry was laughing and nodding his head. Jeremy must have been in on this from the start.

I finished my legs and started trying to take down the pubic forest that was my crotch. A razor like this was not meant for this job. This is why tribal people carry machetes, I told myself, for bushwhacking. Despite everything, I was still making myself laugh a little. Then it occurred to me that the last time I had taken a shower here it was pressed up to Andrea's naked body. Why didn't I listen to her and divorce Carrie a year ago? Sure, I may have lost half of my company but I would have had my dignity. And a hot ass girlfriend. Right? Fuck.

I finally finished taking all the hair off my crotch and started on my pits. They weren't quite as hard as my crotch, but there was far less flat skin and I could feel the razor taking little nicks out of my armpit. I went back and touched up my legs, trying to figure out how to shave my ass standing in such a revealing shower.

"You need help, boss?" Barry said, striding over in my direction. Jeremy was close behind him.

"No thanks, Barry, I think I've got it." Barry was one of our package handlers. He'd worked for Jeremy for six months or so. There wasn't much to package handling aside from driving a forklift and moving boxes of plastic, but Barry was built for anything the warehouse could need. At 6'3" and probably 250 lbs of muscle, there wasn't anything Jeremy needed moved that Barry couldn't handle.

"I think Barry was offering you some help." Jeremy quipped. "Let him shave your ass."