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“Who the hell wants beauty products?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but Hunt says there’s a market for it.”
“What kind of products?”
“Hair removers are popular.”
“What the hell for?” Magni shot me a confused glance.
“Well, the one I’m bringing tonight is especially designed to permanently remove hair in your lower regions without pain.”
We were both staring at him as if he spoke a different language.
“It’s practical and more hygienic,” he stated.
“What, to look like an adolescent boy?” I grumped.
“The removal of your pubic hair makes your shaft look bigger,” David stated and got in the drone.
“Yeah, that’s a Momsiboy problem,” I grinned “We don’t need our cocks to look bigger, they already scare the women.”
Magni shot me a sardonic grin.
“But surely you can see the advantage to at least removing the hair from your other part,” David said dryly.
“What part?” I asked.
“Do you mean our butt crack?” Magni asked bluntly.
We grew quiet as he nodded and talked about the advantages and then Magni grabbed the bag from the floor and started rummaging through it. “Is it this one?” He held up a package and David nodded.
“Here.” Magni shoved one into my arms and grabbed one for himself. “Put them on Papa Hunt’s tab.”
David just nodded and took us to his small home, which was very modern in style.
“I don’t know if you’ll fit my clothes,” he said and looked us over, “but we’ll have to do something.” He pointed to Magni’s leather vest. “That has to go, and the belts for both of you. Leather is illegal here.” We stripped down and got into some of David’s clothes; luckily he had some jackets that hid our bulky muscles pretty well.
“Now we’ve got to do something about your hair and beards,” he said and walked around us for a while until he made a decision. “I’m going to have to take a chance here.”
“What?” I asked.
“If I cut your hair, it’s going to look awful, and no man with any sort of pride would walk around that way. Maybe I could braid it, but I really think your best shot would be to call in someone who knows what they’re doing.”
“And who would that be?” Magni’s eyes narrowed.
“My friend, Jonah. He’s a barber.”
“Can you trust him?”
David only hesitated for a second before he gave a firm “Yes.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because he’s one of my distributors and he’s kept secrets for years.”
“Okay,” I said. “How fast can he get here?”
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