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Khloé opened her eyes to the bright Sunday sunshine; she had completely forgotten to close her curtains when falling into bed only hours before. No lay-in for her today; once she was awake, she was up. She could hear Holly putting the kettle on downstairs. Khloé had no idea how much Holly remembered from last night or what mood she would be in this morning. 'Better go and find out,' she thought. She wasn't worried; she just didn't need the drama this early on a Sunday. Khloé threw on her silky, body-hugging black nightgown. The hem barely covered her assets. Khloé groggily made her way down the stairs. Entering the kitchen, she found a surprisingly cheery Holly. 'Morning, Khloé,' Holly purred. 'Good morning. Someone slept well,' Khloé replied. 'You know it,' Holly said cheerfully.

Holly offered to make tea and toast for the two of them, and Khloé eagerly accepted—anything to sit down and nurse her hangover. Holly seemed giddy with excitement; Khloé hadn't seen her like this for years. She sang and joked, and her energy took Khloé by surprise. 'Last night was so much fun. I wish we could do it all the time,' Holly chirped while buttering toast. Khloé was intrigued; not only did Holly remember some of it, but she also seemed to be very pleased with both the night and herself. 'I mean, it would have been better if I'd managed to snag a man like you, but as Kam is on the hunt I needn't worry, right?" Fuck! She remembered! Khloé needed to let Kam know he actually needed a friend. She hurriedly text him under the table, he replied quickly "anything for you my goddess lol"

The next day, Kam announced at work that he had found a guy to go on this double date. "I know him from poker; he's a right horny cunt too." This was music to Khloé’s ears; now she could start getting Holly ready too. "Shall I let Holly know?" Kam paused to think. "Yes, I think so. Shawn is expecting quite the night" he smiled, "Where are we going?" Khloé whispered, "just know you'll love it."

At home that night the ladies caught up over wine, "Did you ask him?" Holly asked excitedly. "I did, and he has, his name is Shawn" Holly squealed, reality set in, Holly began to cry softly, "I can't do it, look at me" Khloé jumped in "Rubbish, we just need to work on your confidence, If you like, we can do a bit of a makeover: a new haircut, some clothes to suit your figure, and men will be fighting each other for your number." Khloé was laying it on thick, Holly appreciated the effort her friend was making.

"There is one bit of advice I have, if you do want it?" Khloé was going to approach the subject of Holly ripping herself to pieces while shaving her vagina. "Yes, please, go ahead." Khloé took a deep breath. "You need a better regime for... 'down there.'" Holly gasped with slight embarrassment but even more excitement at where the conversation was going. She felt invigorated. "Just leave it to grow out until the 'date,' and we can... I guess... I'll give you some tips nearer the time." They giggled, finishing their wine before bed.

Khloé and Holly spent the next few weekends getting Holly made over. First, a haircut: rather than dull, mousy hair, she now had a shorter style in raven black that framed her face. Next, a trip to Boots for makeup that would actually complement Holly’s features. "Thanks for all this, Khlo'. It means a lot," she said, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Snap out of it! What are friends for, if not to help you get laid?" Khloé announced loudly to the Boots makeup counter.

It was the day before their date. Kam had not told either of them the plan; all they knew was that it was a nightclub of some sort. Not that it mattered, they were both so excited. "Are you still going to help me... you know?" Khloé roared with laughter. "I said I'd give you tips." Khloé caught Holly’s eye; she seemed annoyed. "You alright, Holly?" Holly was silent, "You can't be serious, right?" Holly looked at her with big eyes. "What? You said I was terrible at it, plus you didn't mind touching it when you thought I was passed out." Khloé was busted, as it turned out Holly woke up just as they were removing her bra, she said she pretended to stay asleep because being used turned her on so much, the horrible things they said about her body actually got her wetter than ever before, it was degrading but arousing, "You know when you guys were being nasty about my body, I kinda got turned on. Is that bad?" Khloé didn't kink shame, "If you like it, you like it" she shrugged.

A sense of debt took over. She felt like she owed her this, at the very least. Yes, Holly was terrible at it. "What do you want done to it?" Khloé relented. "All off, smooth as silk. I've got wax strips if it's easier," Khloé thought for a second. "Not really, I'm not a beautician," she giggled. One more large glass of wine, and they were off to Holly's room. Khloé told Holly to wait in her room. She went to the bathroom and grabbed two new razors, shave gel, and a bowl of hot water. Holly was standing awkwardly, waiting for her. "What do we do now?" There was no turning back, and now was not the time to be squeamish. "All fours, dress-up, spread them for me, baby," she said, kicking her hip out, wiggling the razor. "Really? The back is getting done?" Khloé gasped. "Yes, you fucking minger, back door too." Holly loved being spoken to like shit; it made her cunt twitch. Holly meekly pushed her pants down, kicking them into the corner. She crawled onto the bed, Khloé threw her dress over her back bringing Holly's big, white backside into view.

Holly pulled her arse cheeks wide. Surprisingly, there wasn't as much back there to work on as first thought, a light cover of brown hairs, one or two thick ones was all. Khloé got a ball of shaving foam in her palm and spread it generously all around Holly's crack, taking time to push it deep into her crevices. "Now it'll be easier to impress Shawn. I hope he likes saggy, pimply bums," Holly took a deep, aroused breath as her friend talked poorly about her. Khloé ran the cold razor down one side of Holly's bum, stripping all the hair away. "Beautiful," the other side quickly followed, she was smooth as silk. "Head down, ass up, I need to get your tail," Khloé laughed as she gently shaved the skin between Holly's holes. "All done," she chirped, slapping Holly's ample cheek. Holly flipped over onto her front, grabbed her wine, downed half, and offered the rest to Khloé. "Thanks."

"Right, let's see it, better fucking look nicer than last time, fuck! It couldn't look worse if I'm honest" Holly was loving her verbal beat down. She squeezed her legs shut, pinching her clit. Khloé was enjoying it too; it was like having a human stress ball. Holly scooted her bum forward and began to spread her thighs. With her legs fully open, Khloé could see a string of lady cum suspended between her two hairy lips. The rest of her vagina was covered all over in a very light sea of brown hair, not so long it couldn't be shaved without a trim though. Khloé got the shaving cream and motioned Holly to hold out her hand. "Ain't you gonna do it for me?" Holly asked in a cute voice. "No, Holly, you can reach this time," Khloé replied. Holly held out her hand, and a big blob of shaving cream was liberally applied all over her mons, between her lips, and into the edges of her thighs.

Khloé started to strip the hair away, each stroke leaving bare flesh. 'See Holly, I'm going with the hair. That way it won't look like a fucking murder scene. No one wants to look at that,' more chance to abuse her. Holly gripped her duvet as the insults rang out, the top was quickly finished and now smooth to the touch, now the even more intimate bit.

Khloé finished the remaining wine to steady her nerves. She reached down and pulled Holly’s lips apart, the tiniest drip of clear fluid dropped into her freshly shaven bum crack. 'Fucking hell Holly, you really do like being called nasty things,' Holly struggled for breath. 'I know,' Holly explained while Khloé continued to shave around her pink hole. In her formative years, she had been bullied by the boys, as Khloé well knew. What she didn't know is that when Holly would masturbate, the cruel words would ring through her head. To her own surprise, she came hardest when she thought about the abuse. Khloé was shocked, but, it made sense.

Holly finished her story just as Khloé had the last bit to go. She held her lip open and shaved the edge gently. The mix of shave foam and Holly's own juices made it a struggle to hold on without going too far. "All done." Without any warning, Holly plunged her hips toward Khloé's hand. In a flash, Khloé had two fingers deep inside her closest friend, her hand lodged between Holly's ass and the bed. Khloé was in shock. "Fuck, are you doing you fucking ugly whore?" Khloé blew her top. "When did I ever tell you to do that!?" The insults kept flowing. "If I was into bitches, they would be a damn sight better than you!" She was raging, but she still had her fingers buried in her friend. "Can't get anything on your own, so take what you want? Is that it? You really are a disgusting, fat old slag that..." She didn't need to finish speaking; Holly shuddered and gasped as she squeezed Khloé’s fingers in orgasmic delight. "Did you just cum on me!?" Holly lifted her bum to release Khloé’s hand, "Yes. I did." Khloé stormed out of the room, slamming the door as she went.

Khloé was washing her hands furiously when Holly arrived in the kitchen. "Come on, Khloé, don't be mad. I had to get my own back somehow," Holly put her hands on Khloé’s shoulders. "Are we still friends?" Khloé couldn't stay mad at her, "Sure Holly"

Khloé, Kam, and Holly will return in 'Masquerade of Secrets.'