*Knock knock*
Jess walked into Nick's room. She was wearing her pink robe and was carrying a black makeup bag. "Nicholas," she said sternly, "there is a matter we need to address."
Jess dropped her robe to the ground; she was wearing a short floral apron, and nothing else. She shimmied for Nick and he grinned back at her. She sauntered over to her black bag. Glancing over her shoulder to find Nick's eyes fixed on her exposed assets made her blush. "Okay Nick" pulling out a red, silk ribbon from her bag, "I'm going to cover your eyes." "Um okay." He said begrudgingly.
Eyes covered, he felt her hands slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "This. Won't. Hurt. A bit," stopping to kiss down his chest between every word. Next she stripped him of his pants and sat him down in a chair. There was some rustling around that made him twitch in his seat. She straddled him and he suddenly he felt a warm soft cream on his face. "WHAT THE HELL JESS!?" He squirmed. "I found Schmidt's hot former. Relax." She spread the cream on his face and then delicately took out a razor and shaved his face clean. Lightly humming happily the whole time. "Jess, this is weird," Nick said but he didn't complain too much, because she was straddling him and grinding him ever so softly as she shaved his scruff off. She took a damp towel, cleaned his face and removed the ribbon. "I think you liked it more than you want to admit," she said pressing her body down on his hard wiener.