Amy waved me good bye as she was led into a room, and I followed Marie into another small room where I had to undress and lie down on a orange lounger. Marie smiled at me while she put something that looked like honey on my calf. It was warm and felt quite nice.
“This will hurt a little,” my Depiladora warned me.
I prepared myself for the pain, or so I'd thought, and nearly passed out when Marie ripped the wax from my calf. I might have screamed, I wasn't sure, but little stars were dancing in front of my eyes. Marie smiled at me and showed me the wax with my hair. I tried to smile in return but it turned into a grimace. Why did people do this on a regular basis? Were all those people masochists? Amy didn't seem to me like she enjoyed pain, but how could she do this over and over again?
I felt more wax being put on my calf and I was about to protest when I thought of Adrian and all his stupid bimbos that could do this. I bit down on my lip and didn't make a noise when the hair was ripped from my calf. I hope you’ll reward me, Adrian.
“It will get less painful if you get a waxing regularly. The hair gets thinner and soon you won't feel the pain anymore,” Marie assured me while she worked on my thighs. Maybe she was right.
“We need to crop your pubic hair a bit before we can start. It's too long for waxing,” she explained when she was done with my legs and I felt myself blush deeply. Now it was official, I was a freak. My hair was even too long for waxing. Nora, the bushy freak.
I tried to think of anything but the woman who was currently cropping my hair down there with scissors.
“Done,” she said after a moment. “Now you can get your Hollywood Cut.”
My bravery evaporated when I felt the warm wax being spread on my cubic bone. I stared at the ceiling, trying to think of Adrian, and then my vision turned black for an instant. I sat up, my eyes wide while I tried to get over the pain. I drew in a shaky breath and stared at my pubic area where a strip of hair was missing. My skin was turning red fast. That had hurt like hell. But I had to admit that it looked good without hair, or it would look good once the redness went away.
Marie made fast work of the hair on my pubic bone but then she turned her attention to my labia and I cursed Amy, and all men, but particularly Adrian.
“Turn around, please,” Marie said when she was done with my front.
I followed her orders. She'd already removed the hair from the back of my legs, so I didn't know what she was doing there. I almost screamed in shock when I felt her spread the wax on my buttocks and the groove between my thighs and buttocks. I didn't even know that I had hair there.
I closed my eyes and endured the rest of the torture. A sigh of relief left my lips when Marie told me that we were done. She spread a cooling cream that smelled like lavender on my skin and the pain lessened. With a smile, she left the room to give me some privacy, so I could get dressed. But really what was the point? She’d seen it all. The muscles in my legs were quivering when I got dressed. The last time I’d felt like that, Amy had talked me into running a 5k with her. I wasn’t sure what was worse.
I walked out of the room and Amy was already waiting for me, her perfectly waxed legs crossed and another foodie magazine in her hands. It wasn’t all that surprising that her waxing hadn’t taken as long as my treatment. Her Depiladora probably hadn’t wished for a lawnmower when Amy had pulled down her panties. Nora, the bush freak. Maybe I should get it on a t-shirt. Who knew, maybe the guys in the bar would stop patting my ass if I wore it, or maybe some would be turned on by it. She smiled sympathetically when she saw my face. I guess I didn't look too good. “Painful?” she asked. She put down her magazine and walked over to me.
I nodded my head, still marveling at the feeling of my underwear without hair down there. It felt strange.
“It will get better,” Amy assured me. “And new experiences make life interesting.”
I shook my head. “I don't think I'll do it again.”
“Of course, you will. Once you know how smooth your skin can feel, you won't want it any other way,” she said.
***
Later that day, when I was alone in my bedroom, I realized that Amy was probably right. I guess waxing was like giving birth. During labor, women swore to themselves that this was their last child and as soon as the pain was forgotten and they saw the reward for their efforts, those words were null and void.
I couldn't stop looking at myself and I almost felt like a pervert for staring at my private parts for so long, but I couldn't help it. I was completely bare and now that the redness had faded it looked fantastic. Hesitantly, I ran a finger over my vulva, amazed by the softness of the skin. Now I understood why Adrian liked it. It felt amazing. The only problem was that Adrian would probably never feel or see it.