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But before I know it, he’s done, and I’m left to scramble off the table, my hands in front of my crotch.
“All done,” he says, taking his gloves off. “You can look if you’d like. Let me know if you’re satisfied.”
He hands me a mirror, and I stare at it. I don’t even really wanna see. But then again, Iamcurious. What’s the harm in looking after all of that? So I take it from him and hold it between my legs.
Hmm. It is nice. All soft and smooth. Not a hair anywhere.
I put the mirror behind me and spread my cheeks. Hmm, yes, smooth as fuck, just like Holden’s.
Just the thought of his ass makes my dick plump up, and I let out a shaky breath. No way am I getting a boner with this guy looking on. No fucking way.
“Thanks,” I tell the man, trying to distract my dick from dirty thoughts. “Looks good.”
He beams and then walks out, leaving me alone once more.
I eye the conditioner. Gonna shine up my head next. Gonna make myself look super fancy and smooth. Gonna be the talk of this island.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Chase
“Why is your hair so oily?” Polly asks, her brows knitted in confusion. I’m standing outside the apartment complex, watching a small lizard scurry by. It did some pushups to try and threaten me, but I ended up nudging it with the toe of my shoe, and it scuttled off. Big ole fraidy cat. I could step on it, just squish it under the sole of my shoe. Not that I would. That would be a little rude, and I’ve done enough to damage the ecological landscape by feeding the monkey cheese.
“What did you put in there?” she asks, poking at my head and moving my thoughts back to my hair.
Probably shouldn’t have used half the bottle all at once. Never used conditioner in my life before.Men don’t use conditioner, son.Didn’t know what to expect. It does feel real slippery though. Nice and shiny too. Can reflect the sun. Could roast a whole turkey with this hair.
“I used conditioner,” I explain, and Polly’s eyebrows meet.
“You used a shit ton. Did you rinse it out?”
“I mean, I ran my head under the water if that’s what you mean…”
An inhuman snort escapes her, and when I look really closely, I see tears streaking down her face. She’s laughing. At me.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, but she’s too busy snorting and wheezing to answer.
My hand goes up to my oily, shiny hair, and I frown. “It’s not supposed to be like this, is it?”
“No,” she gasps and then slaps at her leg. “You look like a greasy chicken. A piece of pepperoni.”
My lips twitch. “That’s not nice.”
“Oh, gawd. I’m so sorry, but not really because it’s so funny. What were you thinking?”
“Wasn’t thinking much today,” I say and then shift on my feet because now my crotch itches. Damn, but that waxing did something to my privates. I want to shove a hand down there andscratch.
Polly swipes at her eyes. “Wait, why do you have that look?”
“What look? I have no look.”
“You look like you’re guilty of something… Oh, tell me. What else did you do?”
I shrug and then sigh. No point in holding it in. “Got my privates waxed.”
Her mouth falls open, and then she guffaws loudly when I add, “And now I’m all itchy.”
“Oh my fuck!”
