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“Livestream?” Elle gaped at me.
“Face only,” I reminded Dom.
“Face only.” He winked at Elle. “It’s gonna be awesome.”
* * *
“Motherfucker!”I yelled an hour later as the technician pulled off the first wide strip of cloth.
“That was a good one,” she said, holding up the cloth, which was covered in wax and a thick coat of hair from my outer thigh.
“Oh shit!” Dom howled with laughter as I flipped him off.
My skin burned and tingled at the same time. It was a foreign feeling. One I never wanted to experience again. I dropped my head back onto the table and groaned.
“You okay?” the technician asked.
“Fantastic. Let’s just get it done as quickly as possible.”
I’d asked her to start with my legs instead of my more delicate areas, so I could get a feel for how much it hurt. And after just one strip, I had a newfound respect for women who did this all the time.
Elle stood in the corner, and I looked over at her. “You said it wasn’t that bad.”
“I guess I’m just used to it,” she said, shrugging.
The technician applied another layer of hot wax to my skin and I cringed as she pressed another cloth strip over it.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yeah, just do it.”
I held my breath this time, exhaling once it was all the way off. The only bright side of this was that it was costing Dom five hundred bucks. He’d been giddy when he handed the cash over, though.
By the time the technician was done with my legs, they were covered in bright red patches.
“They’re ready for the good part!” Dom said as he read me some of the comments on his livestream.
I’d get him back for this somehow. I wanted to take my time and plan something epic.
“Okay,” the technician said. “If you could just spread your legs and hold them up with your hands”
Dom turned the camera from my face to his. “She’s doing it! It’s taint waxing time, bitches!”
I closed my eyes, trying to find my Zen. Elle approached and touched my face, just letting me know she was there.
“Shit,” I ground out through clenched teeth as the strip was pulled off.
“You’re doing great,” Elle said encouragingly. “Almost done.”
“I’d rather be punched in the face twenty times in a row than do this again,” I muttered.
I couldn’t help jumping up and yelping as the wax was applied to my balls with a stick. I scrunched up my face and held my breath as the stripped was ripped off.
“Fuck. That felt awesome,” I said, sweating a little at how tense I was and how much it hurt.
The technician finished with several more equally painful strips, passing me a hand mirror when she was done and saying, “Want to have a look?”
“No, I’m good.”
