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“But one of my clients—a platinum girl like you—told me…”
She ripped the wax away, and I grunted again. The urgency of my need to know what came next thankfully caused my arousal to abate a little.Told you what?
“Go ahead and turn over for me, Leah. This is the embarrassing part, but I’ll make it quick.”
Thiswas the embarrassing part? As if the whole rest of the experience thus far hadn’t constituted the greatest humiliation of my life?
But as I figured out what Patty meant, I thought maybe I hadn’t even known what humiliation was until that moment.
At least if I turn over, she won’t see my face.Somehow the rational part of my mind kept managing to come up with ways to distract the rest of me, and get me to the next terrible moment—the next part of the story.
As I turned over, though, Patty the aesthetician plunged me into new depths, her voice conversational and cheery.
“Just pull your cheeks apart for me.”
Oh, God.I swallowed so hard I thought I might pull a muscle in my throat.Get it over with,my brain told me. I started to reach back, pushing down and away all the thoughts and images: above all, behind them all, Christian G standing behind me, giving me the same instruction Patty just had.
But I couldn’t. I looked through the face hole in the massage table at the tile of the floor, and my body seemed frozen in place.
“Do I have to?” I squeaked, hearing the strangeness of my voice echoed back from the floor.
“Well,” Patty replied, “this is all up to you, but the platinum sponsors…”
Her voice trailed off. She obviously didn’t want to distress me, but she didn’t even have to finish.The platinum sponsors expect a girl’s bottom-crack to be smooth and tidy for them.
“I mean…” the aesthetician continued, apparently groping for words that might calm me, “you know, this guy tonight might not be into that, but… I mean, I was telling you about that client—she didn’t expect her sponsor to, you know, discipline her the way he did… you know…”
Patty dropped her voice to a whisper for a moment.
“…on her pussy, but…”
My body’s reaction made me once again want to sink into the floor: my hips bucked on the table as I felt my untried sheath contract yet again with need. Something inside me had known, as if the terrible words had only named a forbidden urge deep in the darkness of my being. When Patty the aesthetician spoke it out loud, it seemed both the worst thing I had ever heard and the most inevitable.
I managed to hide the wanton movement by shaking my whole body, as if I had actually shuddered at Patty’s words. To my relief, she went on as if she hadn’t noticed a thing.
“…apparently he did it because he, like,inspectedher, and she hadn’t waxed back there in a while, so…”
I had my lower lip between my teeth. My breath puffed in and out of my nose. Getting to the end of this experience suddenly became the only thing that mattered: I felt my hands reach back and take my bottom-cheeks in my hands. A little whimpering moan—maybe soft enough that Patty wouldn’t hear it—came out of my throat as I spread the little globes and felt the air moving against the tiny button, my smallest opening.
“That’s it,” Patty said encouragingly. I felt her wipe upward along the valley with the same warm, soothing washcloth she had used on my front. “Well, anyway…”
The wax came next. I bit my cheek again, tasted the blood more strongly, managed to keep from making any sound.
“…my client said she got used to it, and I think she’s still with that guy. So, you know, nothing to worry about?”
Patty ripped the wax away. I let out a little grunt.
“There we go. You look fantastic, Leah. See you again in a couple weeks? I hope your date goes really good!”
CHAPTER10
Christian
I walked into the bar at 5:29, and immediately saw Leah sitting at a table next to the balcony railing, looking out at the palm trees with an expression that seemed to say she felt out of place, but in a pleasant way. I walked over to the table and stood looking down at her for a moment, hoping to see something in her face that she might have trouble showing me otherwise, when she knew a man who could make her life very comfortable was watching.
That seemed to me the only real downside of dating girls through Selecta Arrangements: they often, understandably, had a difficult time getting past the financial disparity. When I took a young woman in hand, the way I couldn’t help wanting to do with Leah, I liked to have some idea of her real needs—the ones that went beyond what I could do for her in material ways.
I loved to lavish gifts on girls like Leah, when they deserved them, but I wanted something long term, sometime soon, and I didn’t want money to play any important role in finding the submissive woman I could marry and share my life with. Sure, the money would help a great deal in the process of finding my wife, but I knew I needed someone who didn’t just submit to my guidance and return my affection because she knew she would get the trappings of a luxury lifestyle in exchange.
