The texting turned into sexting which turned into another session of me trying to take care of myself. I was becoming a masturbation machine, practically ripping my poor pillow in two. My fingers would be forever pruney if I kept this up. But it was never enough. Nothing I did or tried could fulfill me the way I knew Kane would.
“Okay, take off your bottoms completely and cover yourself with this sheet…” My head snapped up from my wayward thinking. I blushed, but Jolie didn’t notice. She was reading the consent forms I’d signed earlier. “Eliana. That’s such a pretty name.”
“Thank you.” Taking the sheet she gave me, I stepped behind the screen and stripped before wrapping the soft material around my waist and hopping up onto the table.
This wasn’t so bad. I’d been expecting a brightly lit sterile-looking procedure room, but the lighting was soft, the music pretty, and the bed super squishy. It actually felt like I was here for a massage as I laid back, forcing myself to relax.
“I’m just going to lift this up to your waist,” Jolie said, and I took a deep breath. The only other female to see me down there had been my gynecologist, so it was a jolt when her hands touched my thighs. “I’ll need them farther apart. Farther. Press the bottom of your feet together.” Slowly, I did what Jolie said, and she beamed at me. “Perfect.”
A dozen insecurities ran through my brain as I lay there and she examined my vagina, pulling over a lighted magnification glass for a closer look.
Did it smell okay?
Was it pretty? Or at least normal?
Were the lips flapping at her like a sail from where I’d touched myself so much this week?
“Are we going fully bare, or do you want a landing strip?”
“Strip. I want a strip!”
“Sure thing. How wide?”
I don’t know. Wide enough to land a dick?
“Um…” She held her fingers apart about an inch, and I nodded. “That’s perfect.”
“Okay, just relax, and we’ll be done in a jiffy.”
I closed my eyes as she spread the warm wax on one side. That actually felt really good. I was breathing calmly as she pressed something into the wax.
Riiiiip!
Holy mother of all things great and small!!!
“Shhh… we have clients in the next room.”
Jolie’s image wavered as I looked at her through watery eyes. “Huh?”
“You screamed. Try to be quieter,” she said as she applied another layer of warm wax.
“We’re not done?” There was panic in my voice. Panic in my heart. Panic in my…
Riiiiip!
Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus. My lips hurt from pressing them together to muffle the scream. Sorry, baby Jesus. I shouldn’t be thinking about you right now.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered to the little bitch, “was that too loud?”
“Much better,” she chirped, and I wanted to strangle her. “Now it’s time to get the lips.”
Lips? She doesn’t mean those lips, surely.
“A-are you s-sure they need it?”
“Do. They. Ever.” Jolie grabbed a mirror and centered it between my legs. “See? You’re lucky they’re light colored, or you’d be half gorilla.”
Would a jury really find me guilty once they heard what she just said?
Riiiiip!
I growled this time, like a feral beast caught in a trap. Jolie looked at me warily as she applied wax to the other side.
Riiiiip!
This time, I could only whimper and wipe the tears from my eyes.
“You should take some pain meds before you come back again,” Jolie said in a helpy helperton voice.
Pain meds? It would have been just swell to have gotten that recommendation a couple of hours ago.
My face hurt from the effort of not screaming or swearing like a sailor. I started singing songs in my head, trying to distract myself from what was happening below my navel.
Twinkle twinkle little… Riiiip!... Son of a hell dwelling bastard.
“We’re all done…”
Oh, thank you, God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
“… with the front.”
Front?
What’s the ba…? Oh no. No. No. No.
I sat up and squeezed my ass cheeks together hard. “I really don’t think that’s nec—”
Jolie raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want me to bring out the mirror again?” A sob escaped my lips and her gaze softened. “I’m sorry. You must really hate me now, but you knew a Brazilian included… back there, right?”
“No, I didn’t know,” I spat out. “For the last several years, I’ve been working hard in school, trying to make the best grades I could for vet school. All of my experiences with boys have totally sucked ass, so I’ve never gone online to find out about this magical waxing experience.”
I inhaled a lung full of air and Jolie laid a soft hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry. So why are you having it done today?”
I thought of Kane. His dark hair and sexy smile. Those brilliant green eyes that seemed to see right through me.
“I met this guy, and we’re going out Saturday night,” I confessed. “I…”
She smiled. “You wanted everything to be special.”
I nodded. “I had no idea it would hurt this bad.”
“The first time is always the worst. If you get it done regularly, it gets to the point where you hardly feel it.”
“I totally don’t believe you.”
She laughed. “So… is he worth it?”
Kane Steele.
For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like with him. He didn’t seem to be a missionary only kind of guy. So, maybe standing up. Doggy style… where he’d be looking down at my hairy gorilla asshole.
I groaned.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” I told her before I ran away to be a nun. “But do it quick.”
She smiled brightly. “Great. Now just turn over and get on all fours.”
Sweat dripped from my forehead as I got into position.
Riiiiiip!
Sex with Kane had better be worth it!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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