Chester looked at his long and luscious locks of blonde in the mirror, as was his usual ritual when faced with the passing of anything reflective. A true Adonis, he thought to himself and smiled, but after a long day of tennis against the partners, his pride and joy seemed slightly more greased than his liking would allow. Chester ached for a thorough wash, rinse, repeat cycle, although he knew Penelope, his model of a wife and greatest trophy to be held, liked him a little rugged, manly, and greasy; just natural instincts and rules of attraction.
Regardless of his wife’s wants and desires, this oily buildup on his fabulous follicles was simply unacceptable and to push the envelope of the cleanse even closer to the edge, Penelope had picked up, at his request, a special shampoo to add some extra bounce to his hair, which he was convinced was thinning due to the natural progression of aging.
Chester prepared himself for his shower by fetching his new cleanser, placing his robe snuggly around his well maintained figure, and distributing rose petals generously about the polished tiles leading up to the tub. Chester followed the flowery path he laid, then reached in and set the water temperature to his desired level, and waited a moment for his wish to be achieved. With a simple hand test Chester confirmed that the water was to his liking and he stepped out of his satin garment and into the waterfall.
Chester’s normal hygiene activities under the rushing and calming waters of the shower included body, hair, and face, in that order, but today he was unable to contain his excitement for his new product and bumped hair to the top of the order. Squeezing a generous helping into his hand and lathering with his other, as per the instructions, the sudsy foam was ready to apply. Chester’s hands ran through his soaked strands and he massaged his scalp; upon feeling the tingling sensation brought on by the shampoo, Chester deemed that whatever price Penelope paid to be well worth it.
Chester closed his eyes and let the relaxation of it all become him as he felt the tingling drop down his neck and fall over his shoulders. Odd, he thought, there should be no tingling there as he made daily efforts to ensure no unsightly body hair covered any part of him other than his golden treasure atop his head, but the tingling persisted and continued its downward journey.
Chester stepped back in utter shock and nearly slipped out of the basin when this dripping reached his thigh and took an unexpected u-turn; it was now going north and appeared to have a mind all it’s own; a mind with intentions. Chester spun around without thinking, mimicking a dog chasing its own tail, and then once he gave it the proper seconds thought, turned just his neck to investigate what was happening; all the while in hysterics. The suds of the shampoo were popping and reforming violently like a ferociously clean blob, and these bubbles were indeed traveling.
Chester let out a yelp of shock as he identified the shampoo’s clear path; his firm buttocks. His eyes went wild in a panic as he had no plan of action; how could he have a plan? Who plans for this scenario? It was becoming more forceful and demanding and Chester retook to spinning around haphazardly searching for something, anything to help him from being violated; then it hit him. A droplet of water from the spray struck his back and caressed down his curves until it met with the suds, causing them to retreat immediately. Of course, wash it off, he snapped and then put his plan into action right quick, washing away the shame of the shower, just as the bathroom door swung open; allowing the steam a chance to taste freedom.
“Chester?” Penelope called in with worry in her voice. “I heard you cry out in terror.”
“The shampoo,” Chester clamored for the words as he dropped out of the shower and curled up on the floor, sopping wet, and with his prized hair matted to his head. “It was trying to…trying to…”
“To what?” Penelope asked with a growing concern.
“It seemed alive,” Chester stared off blankly at the wall and his voice trailed off before turning his gaze to his wife. “This wasn’t the volumizing shampoo I asked for; was it?”
“Oh volumizing,” Penelope let her jaw drop in surprise riddled with embarrassment. “I thought you asked for sodomizing.”
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