The Brazilian Bikini Wax

So I had this gift card to a salon/spa and I thought it would be fun to do something different, something for summer. Since I had already gotten my hair cut, I went for a procedure brand new to me — hair removal. Sure, like most girls, I’ve had my eyebrows waxed, which reminds me, I need to do that…. But anyway, I opted for: The Brazilian Bikini Wax.

So I made the appointment, and lets just say, calling that in is half the battle. I got some guy named Chris and I had to say to him “yes I’d like all my pubes ripped out” except not like that, I was must more professional, I said please.

The day I went in for the appointment, I went to check in and I of course went to the wrong desk. I didn’t know the “hair desk” didn’t mean hair removal. The girl, instead of understanding what I was saying, kept trying to set me up to have extensions removed. Then when the manager finally came over and explained to her that she was retarded, I was sent to the correct desk and checked in.

I took a seat and waited to be fetched. That took a good twenty minutes which just got my nerves going. I mean, I had no idea what I would say to this woman, or what she would say to me.

Then she came and got me. She took me to a room, had me undress the bottom and lay under a towel. She asked if I was ready, I just laughed uneasily. Then she asked if I wanted her to leave any. I was so close to asking if she could do stars, but i decided against it.

And then… the first rip. There was no warning, no count, no “okay here goes.” No, she just RIPPED it out. I was not ready.
But she made me feel plenty comfortable, both of us just kept talking and talking, about random things. She told me about past clients, I made jokes. I told her they should provide complementary ball and gags for the screamers. She seemed to find this funny…as she RIPPED my pubes out.

She says it makes for great therapy. I bet, causing other people pain always makes me feel better…heh. But then she asked if I wanted my tushie waxed. Heck why not. That was actually the least painful part.

Let me tell you, that shit HURTS. But I was good, I didn’t scream or cry! But that ride home in the car was tear-worthy. 90 degrees out, and a throbbing pubic region, I was not happy. I went home and put a bag of frozen peas on my crotch.

But while it was painful, John seemed to very much appreciate it. hehe

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