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I shake my head and pull my legs back farther so the technician can apply the wax. I could probably use a little modesty but it's too late to practice that now. This is one for the scrapbook—I know we're going to look back on this one day and laugh. My embarrassment begins to tamper off and I relax slightly.
"Take a deep breath," the tech says as she presses two strips of cloth to my ass, then rips them both off.
My eyes shoot wide open and my butthole puckers like there's a circle of fire surrounding it. All I want to do is squeeze my legs shut from the warmth spreading over my skin. The technician applies some salve and it immediately cools the heat down a little.
"Shit, that hurt."
"We do anal bleaching, by the way," the woman says casually, like she’s ordering two sugars in her coffee.
My eyes take in the pretty garden picture on the ceiling panel that's supposed to take my mind off things. Anal bleaching? The fuck?
"No, thanks. I think I'm good."
"Suit yourself. Place your feet down and drop your knees."
The woman applies the gooey wax to my inner thighs and bikini area. She tells me to exhale before she rips off one side, then quickly moves to the next side.
I squeeze my eyes shut and my back arches from the heat searing my flesh. Goddamn that hurt and she's not even done. Grabbing the sides of the table, my fingers curl around the edges as I try to steady my breathing. Warm wax is placed on my mound, then on the actual lips, moving them to the side for what I'm assuming is to get all the fine, little hairs.
"This is gonna hurt, isn't it?" I glare at the stupid picture above me, hating it. My heart is pounding against my ribs and I'm seriously dreading this. There's no going back now because the honey-looking goo is already on and has to come off somehow.
"Ready?" the woman asks.
"Nope."
"Good," she says, then rips one side off.
I fucking see stars.
Shock surges through me and bile rises to the back of my throat. Tears fill my eyes and I’m in utter agony.
"Oh my God. I think you ripped off my vagina!" The pain, oh hell… It's brutal and unlike anything I've ever felt before. I just want to cup myself the way a guy does when he gets kicked in the balls, and I can't.
I barely have time to catch my breath when she's holding the skin down to rip off the other side, and then the one on my mound.
"FUCK!" I cry, drawing out the word. "My vagina is on fire! Get the fuck away!" Rug burn times eighty million on my vag.
Natalie is laughing hysterically and I silently vow to smother her in her sleep tonight for this.
"No more." My breathing is heavy.
"You're done anyway," the technician says, then cleans up so she can give me a facial. "You can dress now. If I were you, I would wear loose-fitting clothes for the rest of the day. Tomorrow you will be fine, and smoother than a newborn baby. Trust me, you’ll be excited to come back next month."
Somehow, I highly doubt that.
"Do I have any flesh left?" I ask, my voice cracking.
They both chuckle and I die a little inside. My goodies are both on fire and numb at the same time. I sit up and reach for my dress, not even bothering with my thong. Now I know why Natalie said to wear a dress.
"It will be easier next time," Natalie says.
"No," I spit and lie back on the table. "I feel victimized."
"Just wait and see," she says, eying me.
I get the feeling she's trying to tell me something. The woman steps out of the room to grab some products and Natalie leans in to whisper in my ear.
"When you get paid for those first few jobs, you'll be back here doing everything because that money is going to be your biggest motivator. Mark my words. Plus, there's no maintenance and it's really nice. The men loving being with young girls, and a smooth vag looks fresh and new to them."
