Fred shifted nervously in the chair in front of Joanne's desk, his heart pounding in his chest. He had no idea what he was doing here, but he knew it had something to do with the job offer he had received.
Joanne, the manager of the local supermarket, looked up from her paperwork and fixed him with a stern gaze. "Fred, we need to talk about your body hair," she said.
Fred's eyes widened in surprise. "My body hair?" he stammered.
Joanne nodded. "Yes, your body hair. It's unprofessional and it needs to be dealt with. I've already scheduled a physical for you at the doctor's office. I'll be accompanying you to make sure everything is taken care of."
Fred felt a sense of panic rising in his chest. He had never been particularly hairy, but the thought of Joanne inspecting his body was mortifying.
At the doctor's office, Fred was examined by a stern-faced doctor while Joanne sat in the corner, scrutinizing every inch of his body. Fred could feel her eyes on him as the doctor listened to his heart and checked his reflexes.
When the examination was over, the nurse brought in a set of electric hair clippers. Joanne stood up and took them from the nurse, a determined look on her face.
"Time to take care of that body hair, Fred," she said, plugging in the clippers.
Fred tried to protest, but Joanne cut him off. "If you want the job, this is non-negotiable. Now, hold out your arm."
Fred reluctantly held out his arm, and Joanne began to shave it with the clippers. He could feel the cold metal against his skin, and the humiliation of being stripped bare in front of his potential boss.
Joanne moved on to his legs, and Fred couldn't believe what was happening. He had never thought of his body hair as a problem before, but now he was starting to see it in a different light.
Next, Joanne focused on his chest hair. Fred tried to cover himself, but Joanne was having none of it. She pushed his hands away and began to shave his chest, the clippers buzzing loudly in the small exam room.
"Stand up and drop your briefs, Fred," Joanne commanded.
Fred shook his head, trying to protest, but Joanne was having none of it. She pulled down his briefs, revealing the hairy patch below.
Joanne's eyes widened in shock. "Goodness, Fred, there's a lot of hair down here," she said, grabbing the clippers.
Fred stared straight ahead in disbelief as Joanne began to clip off all of his pubic hair. He couldn't believe what was happening, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.
When the haircut was over, Joanne smiled at him. "Your wife will be very happy with your new look," she said.
Fred felt a stirring of arousal at the thought of his wife seeing his newly-shaven body. He smiled and agreed when Joanne asked if she could give his wife a short haircut too.
Joanne ushered his wife into the exam room, pushing her into the chair and beginning to run the clippers through her head hair. Fred watched in amazement as Joanne shaved his wife down below with the same clippers, everyone in the room becoming aroused by the haircut.
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