Chapter 2

“Some things are better left as secrets. There would be far too much notoriety, and she prefers a quiet life.”

Courtney thought for a moment. “Damn it. I should have brought a gift or something. How rude of me. Do you think she’ll accept $20 bucks?”

“She does it all for free. She does get something out of it, but she refuses to take money.”

“What does she get for these services?”

“Guess how old she is,” Maritza said.

“Late 40’s. Maybe early 50’s.”

“Mid 50’s?” Courtney guessed again.

“Let’s just say that she’s a lot older than she looks. But she has the strength and stamina of an athlete. She can outlast us in any type of manual labor, any day of the week.”

“I believe that. Her upper body looks strong and she has the handshake of a football player.”

Maritza took a deep breath. “As I was saying; Dolores does get something out of this. That’s why it’s free. Remember when I came here for my severe flu? Dolores got some of my energy flow. That’s how she stays so youthful and strong for her age.”

“Ohhhkay,” Courtney replied, exaggerating each syllable, as if her friend was starting to sound crazy.

“This is where it gets… weird. And I’m telling you this as a heads up, so you won’t be shocked later. Dolores practices an ancient form of healing. It goes back hundreds of thousands of years, only of a few people can actually do it. People who are gifted. Some say she has spirits around her.”

Courtney looked flabbergasted. “Now you’re creeping me out.”

“It creeped me out, too. Then I got over it.”

“How did she treat your flu? I remember how horrible you looked. Your nose was red and you were coughing all night.”

Maritza gulped. “Well, there was an infection in my lungs. So I was asked to be topless. Cecilia was there to help. Dolores said a chant. It was a language I had never heard before. They rubbed crushed herbs and plants on my chest. And I mean, all over my chest. Their hands were all over my breasts. Then they sucked on my nipples to release the bad energy. It was like this spiritual, energy exchange.”

“Mari, I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“It’s legal if you fully consent to it. A miracle was performed. You have to try it.”

“What, getting my nipples sucked?” Courtney said flippantly. “I’ve had that done to me before, plenty of times.”

Maritza rolled her eyes. “I’m doing this for you. You’re such a talented runner. If you can’t compete this weekend, then you’d really be fucked.”

Just then, a voice called out in Spanish from the other side of the door. It was Cecelia, followed by a light knock.

“What did she say?” Courtney asked.

“It’s time. You’re lucky enough that Dolores has agreed to meet with you, let alone devising a plan to cure your ailments. I suggest you suck it up, be a big girl, and prepare to have the lower half of your body realigned. All of it.”

Courtney felt her pussy twitch.

When they exited the room, the house was filled with all sorts of different aromas. This time, not all of them were food. Courtney smelled a variety of different herbs which had been boiled or charred with flames. It reminded her of going to a herbal market in Chinatown.

Cecelia guided them — with a friendly smile on her face — to the dining room where the aromas only grew stronger. There was a standard dining table with a long tablecloth laid across it.

Everything pointed to it being a normal home in the area, but as Courtney’s eyes wandered around, she began to notice things. On different shelves and tables, there were stick figures made out of twigs. There were tablets made from clay. On the wall, there was a painting of an old man with a grizzled beard. Below that was a painting of three elderly hispanic women wearing rags. There were previously used candles placed to the side.

Suddenly, Courtney had an eerie feeling about this, though she could tell that these were good-hearted people.

Dolores returned to the dining room, this time without the apron, and she was holding a small bowl. Inside the bowl was a green mixture which looked like pesto, except it smelled pungent.

The women spoke in Spanish for a brief exchange, then the bowl was placed on the table.

“Dolores says to take off the tshirt,” Maritza said. “Then lay naked on the dining table, front down, ass up.”

Courtney’s eyes surveyed the room again. The three other women were staring at her. This was serious business.

“Well,” Courtney sighed, “our little secret. It’s not like anyone is ever going to know about this.”

She pulled the tshirt away and stood butt naked in the dining room. She desperately wanted to use her hands to cover her tits and pussy, which was a natural reaction being naked in front of strangers, but she fought those urges. She had to be strong. She had to be bold in the presence of a powerful woman like Dolores.

Cecelia took the tshirt, folded it neatly, and placed it on a chair.

The women remained stoic, like they had seen this all before. Dolores was stone faced and looked like she was ready to work.

It was awkward for Courtney to climb on the table to lay on. It was her first time ever doing that and she was mindful not to expose any of her holes by accident. The table was strong and thankfully the cloth was comfortable to lay on.

The ladies of the room helped her get into the right position. It was unusual being touched on her naked sides, but at least everyone seemed professional about this. Courtney also felt a sense of relief now that her tits and pussy were pressed against the table, but her ass was still showing though. She laid her face on the side.

Words were spoken in Spanish.

“Dolores will begin,” Maritza said. “Please relax.”

“I’m as relaxed as can be.”

It began right away. Courtney felt Dolores’s strong hands rubbing her thighs. It was straight to business. The hands were rough and dug deep into her flesh. Courtney tried not to yelp when her pulled hamstring was being dug into by the strong fingers. And the fingers dug deep.

The hands of Dolores moved around, up and down the thighs. All the way up to Courtney’s ass, which neither of the roommates expected. The ass was being kneaded like dough, and honestly, it felt good despite how embarrassing it must have looked with her butt being squished, pushed and pulled in different directions.

Dolores then used her hands to smack the back of Courtney’s thighs. It went from smacking, to squeezing, to smacking again. Then the handwork focused on the intended target; the pulled hamstring.

Courtney yelped loudly, then clenched her teeth when the fingers dug deeply into her flesh and muscles.

The green, plant based mixture was applied to Courtney’s pulled hamstring and she wanted to cry. It felt like fire. Like it was burning. Maybe it was, in her opinion. She might have literally been on fire, in her view, since she couldn’t see what was going on.

The painful feeling quickly went away and the mixture felt like ice on her skin. It felt chill.

Dolores moved her hands upwards, kneading Courtney’s ass like dough again, which felt amazing. Courtney thought about who she could ask for a future ass-massage. It would be a new item in her sexual repertoire.

The hands then massaged her lower back, everywhere at first, then focusing on where the pinched nerve had been. How did Delores know where it was? Courtney wondered.

Thumbs pressed deeply into that old injury, then down to the ass, then words were spoken in Spanish.

Courtney’s eyes closed. She nearly dozed off, it was so relaxing. Not even the Spanish conversation could disturb her soon-to-be nap. It was really the best kind of massage– free of cost and from a woman with iron, yet feminine hands.

“Ummm… Courtney?” Maritza said hesitantly.

Courtney opened one eye. “Yes, Maritza?”

“Don’t flinch, okay? Don’t be surprised either. Just relax the best you can.”

“Dolores is going to put her finger inside of your butt.”

Courtney opened both eyes widely. “How come?”

“She can reach closer to your nerve endings that way. Plus she wants to loosen some of your sexual energy. Think of this as getting a Brazilian wax, except the treatment is in your rectum.”

Courtney was about ready to stand up to get dressed and leave. But before she could clench her butthole shut, a coated finger slipped inside of her little hole.

The fact was, Courtney’s asshole and her anal clenching abilities were no match for Dolores’s sturdy finger, which dug in deeply with a fresh coating of the herbal mixture.

It felt like a burning sensation. Courtney was wide-eyed as her asshole was on fire. The finger dug deep and searched around, touching as many nerve endings as possible, as well as incidentally finding pleasure spots as well.

The finger pulled out and Courtney was left with a burning rectum and anus.

But as quickly as the pain came, the pain left, and suddenly it felt chill and soothing. It was unlike anything Courtney had ever felt before, in her asshole or the rest of her body. It felt good. Too good. If the fingers had stayed in her ass a while longer and continued to probe around with that mixture, she may very well have had an orgasm. She probably would have accidentally cum in front of everyone.

What an embarrassing nightmare that would have been, she thought.

Her toes were curled and she was glad the feeling of pleasure was going away. She refused to cum in front of these women, especially Dolores. That’s no way for a guest to behave.

There was a slap on her butt and more Spanish was spoken.

“Turn around,” Maritza said. “It’s time to lay on your back, with your front upwards.”

Courtney turned her head to look at her friend. “But that means…”

“I know. I know. The front of your naked body will be showing. Does your hamstring feel better?”

Courtney thought for a moment, then flexed her muscles.

“Actually, it kind of does,” Courtney admitted, astonished by the result.

“Then trust these women. Dolores knows what she’s doing and she wants you frontside up. They’ve seen it all before. Think of this as a doctor’s appointment, except there are three of us staring at you.”

Courtney flipped over. She knew her pink nipples were hard. She also knew her pussy was kind of wet from everything that had been done to her asshole. She was certain that her pubic hairs could cover everything up though.

To avoid any awkwardness, she kept her eyes forward, focusing her attention on the ceiling. She couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact with the women, not in this state.

Maritza translated, “Firstly, Dolores says that it’s her first time seeing nipples so pink. She’s never seen anything like it before. And no, she doesn’t watch movies. So this is literally Dolores’s first time seeing pink nipples on a white chick. She thinks they’re really pretty.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Courtney blushed, as Dolores gave each nipple a soft pinch.

“The second thing is,” Maritza continued, “they’ll need access to your… do you want me to talk like a doctor, or as your friend?”

“Talk to me as a friend. Let’s cut the bullshit and get to work.”

Maritza gave it straight, “They’ll need to access your vag. Cecelia will give you a quick shave. No more pubes for you. Then Dolores will put her fingers inside of your pussy.”

“Hey, how does your hamstring feel? And your asshole… I mean… your lower back.”

Courtney thought for a moment. “Come to think of it, I’m flexing my left hamstring and the pain is only a fraction of what it was. As for my asshole, it’s too early to tell, but my lower back feels really nice. I’m in the mood to run hill sprints.”

“Exactly. It’s working.”

Cecelia left and returned with a tray which had a bowl of water, shaving cream, small towels, and a razor.

This would be Courtney’s first time (and hopefully last time) letting someone shave her pussy. It seemed scary and daunting, especially since she had a prominent clitoris. But she reminded himself that these women were professionals, at whatever this was.

Cecilia was a pro. She was straight-faced as she pushed Courtney’s legs apart. No one made a comment or facial expression upon seeing the wet opening of Courtney’s pussy.

Shaving cream was applied and the razor blade made contact. It was scary, but Courtney remained relaxed as the blade moved across her pubic area, taking away her hairs with each stroke. Stroke after stroke came with slow and expert precision.

Cecelia said something in Spanish, ‘completo.’ Then she stood up straight and admired her handiwork. She used her bare hand to wipe away the excess cream from the crotch, then she finished by using wet towels to ensure that all traces of the shaving cream were gone.

When Courtney looked down at herself, her pussy looked brand new and hairless. The three women standing over her seemed to be admiring her pinkess (and possibly her wetness too).

Dolores made the first move, putting the palm of her hand against Courtney’s pussy. Dolores mumbled to herself in a strange language with her eyes closed.

“What’s this about?” Courtney asked, naturally curious about these proceedings.

Maritza answered, “She’s finding your energy spots. This is where the magic… I mean… this is where the technique happens.”

“Okay, I can deal with that.”

Dolores mumbled more words to herself. It seemed vague. Then it seemed like a chant, with the palm of her hand remaining firm against the pussy.

The chant became louder. Then louder. Dolores brought both hands to the spread and bare pussy, then pressed the tips of each index finger against the labia. The fingers moved alongside the opening in a stroking manner. It started at the top, from the hood of the clit, downwards.

Coincidentally (or not), this was the exact way that Courtney liked to be touched. This was her masturbation technique for all these years. Only now, it wasn’t such a secret anymore. She was blatantly being masturbated for everyone to see. Strangely, it sent a chilling feeling throughout her body, like a jolt of power.

Dolores said something to the group, while still moving her fingers up and down the labia in the most loving way possible. These movements alone put Courtney on the path to having an orgasm on the table.

“It’s going to get more intense,” Maritza said. “Her finger is going inside.”