Having made her decision, Nicki felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The future was now something to be savoured, rather than feared. She busied herself with preparations for her next exploration. Exploration! How she loved Tom's use of that word, what a concept! Like a taking a canoe up-river into the darkest regions of an unexplored continent, she would soon be pushing back the boundaries of her own sexual self-knowledge.
She carefully examined her pussy with a hand mirror. The lengthening blonde wispy stubble had to go, but what was the best way? If she had to shave every day, she was bound to miss out a few hairs, particularly on those hard to see areas where her cleft met up with her anus, or on the edge of her nether lips. Cream perhaps? She had never liked chemicals, and read several horror stories online about adverse side effects - internal burning and unsightly rashes caused by allergic reactions. Not cream then. It would have to be depilation. Waxing. Nicki hoped it wouldn't be too painful.
She phoned her local beauty salon and made an appointment. When the lady asked what it was that she needed done, Nicki reddened with embarrassment and stammered her request. But the lady seemed unsurprised, and Nicki was booked in for eleven that morning. Despite Tom's strict instructions, she pulled on a pair of fresh knickers before she left for the appointment. After all, what would they think if she turned up naked under her skirt?
When she arrived at the salon she was shown into a waiting area, comfortable leather chairs, magazines, a fish tank on the wall and a cup of coffee to boot! Several well-heeled, comfortable local matrons sat reading or gossiping quietly. Perhaps this wasn't going to be too bad. Then her name was called and she walked into the treatment room. Inside was a leather topped treatment couch, covered with a clean white cloth. Heated trays full of wax strips lay on a table next to the couch. There was also an apparatus that looked very much like the gynaecological stirrups used by her consultant the last time she had an internal examination. What caused Nicki to freeze in horror, however, was that the person standing by the treatment couch was more than familiar. Sonia!
Nicki knew Sonia. Nicki had history with Sonia. She had no idea that Sonia was working as a beautician, or that she was employed by the salon. If she had, she would never have come. Sonia! Sonia who had been at school with her. Sonia, good at games, physically strong, but surely not the brightest girl on the block. Sonia who had bullied Nicki remorselessly during the fourth year. Sonia who had left school at 16 amid rumours that she had fucked a teacher, and to Nicki's eternal gratitude, had never come back. Sonia who Nicki had humiliated at the local pub quiz, showing up the girl's ignorance of culture and history. Sonia who had sworn at her, threatened her, called her a 'stuck up cunt' and told her she would one day get even. Nicki was scarlet with embarrassment. What a huge mistake. She had to leave and leave now. What should she say?
Before she had a chance to say or do anything, Sonia grasped her shoulder.
"Nicki! Long time no see! You are looking very well. Very pretty. You should let me do something with your nails though. You don't bite them do you? My, you are nice and slim. Very fit looking. Lovely legs. Bit small in the chest department. Have you considered a boob job? Not too expensive these days, makes a big difference. Men, always pleasing men. Daft, innit?"
As she was talking, she pushed Nicki back; her legs met the side of the couch and she almost fell down onto it.
"Why, you're blushing! Not frightened are you? Now, now, girl, nothing to worry about. Let's have a quick gander then. Let the dog see the rabbit, or..." Sonia sniggered, "in your case, the pussy."
Nicki felt rooted to the spot, unable to move, humiliation flooding through her body. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Sonia's strong arms pushed her onto her back, and then very matter-of-factly, lifted her skirt, pulled down her knickers, removed them, and after examining them and spitefully remarking at how surprisingly nice and clean they were, tossed them onto the table. Sonia hands grasped Nicki's knees and roughly forced her legs apart, revealing the stubbled surface of her slit. Sonia examined her pubis with a fierce and malicious interest.
"Ooh! Bit of a mess down there! Never mind, we can soon get you as smooth as a baby's bottom. Let me just see how far the hair extends..."
She pulled Nicki's vaginal lips apart, and started, to Nicki's abject horror, to feel inside her tunnel, which obligingly flooded with moisture to make her job easier. This was wrong! Surely Sonia shouldn't be feeling inside Nicki's snatch?
"Hmm. Alright. Very wet, aren't we. You sure you're not a bit of a lezza? Doing this for your boyfriend are you? Bit demanding is he? Didn't know you had a boyfriend. You'd be surprised how many girls I get in here for total waxing. Pubic hair, gone out of fashion! Who'd have thought? Porn industry got a lot to answer for. Oh well, we all gotta suffer for our art. You should know that, being an actress. Done any porn yourself?"
Nicki was speechless with humiliation. Sonia idly tweaked Nicki's throbbing clitoris a few times, sniffed her fingers, grimaced, wiped her fingers on Nicki's powder blue skirt leaving a smeary stain, and starting humming some vapid pop melody as she busied herself with her equipment, finally turning to Nicki again.
"Now. Your pubes are a bit short for the wax to get a good grip, so we might have to do several repeats to remove it all. It's going to sting a bit, so what I'm going to do is secure your hands to the end of the couch, otherwise you'll keep moving them to protect your fanny and interfere with my work, and we wouldn't want that, would we? Don't worry, it's for your own good."
As she said this, she pinioned Nicki's arms with her powerful grasp, and in seconds had secured Nicki's wrists to a bar at the top end of the couch with two leather, buckled straps. Nicki opened her mouth again, this time in horrified protest, and again, nothing came out. If Sonia was enjoying Nicki's discomfort and humiliation, she didn't show it. Nicki started to weep, tears creeping down her scarlet cheeks, burning with shame.
"Crying already? We haven't even started yet. Silly girl! Now come on, buck up. It's all paid for and organised and we are going to get this done. I've carried out this procedure hundreds of times, no complaints. You are a silly goose! Lets just get you up on the stirrups, and then we can begin."
She fitted the stand under Nicki's knees, forcing her to arch her back and raise her buttocks off the surface of the table, her weight now resting on her upper back and shoulders. Then quickly, she strapped Nicki's ankles into the stirrups that pulled her legs wide apart, exposing her private areas to Sonia's seemingly too interested gaze and less than tender ministrations. Nicki tried to move and found she couldn't; she was stretched wide open, sex splayed, the neat asterisk of her anus exposed, expertly pinioned and secured. She felt a trickle of moisture running down her thighs from her over-wet pussy, and the familiar, mortifying swelling of desire from the humiliation she felt in her position and the fear of the harsh treatment she knew she could expect from Sonia. Sonia was going to get even, in spades.
