All characters are 18 years of age or older and are based purely on fiction.
I fidgeted nervously, wringing my hands against each other.
"Relax," Rose said, her soft hand covering mine. "It's fifteen minutes of discomfort and then you're done."
I tried to smile convincingly, but I was pretty confident I was unsuccessful.
Rose chuckled. "You'll be fine and I'll be there the whole time to hold your hand."
I nodded and looked down, swinging my feet in my chair, filled with nervous energy.
The floor was tiled in a white and grey marbled pattern, something that looked high end. In fact the whole place looked expensive, Rose's promise of it being "her treat" was the only thing that kept me in the waiting area when I saw how much the full Brazilian wax cost. And that was without tip. How much do you tip someone who was going to see your lady bits and make them bald? I wondered to myself.
Rose squeezed my hand again and I looked up into her older, but still bright, blue eyes. She rubbed her thumb against the back of my hand soothingly and leaned in close to me. Shivers ran down my neck and she "mmm'd" into my ear.
"You're going to love the way it feels," she said breathily. "Smooth and soft. Your juices will just slip and slide all over your bare pussy."
My breath caught and her naughty words.
"And you know how wet you get already..." she continued. "This just means more for me to lap up."
I blushed and quickly looked around, making sure no one else in the waiting area heard her.
Rose laughed softly. "Don't worry so much Ella. Everyone is here for the same reason, to make their bodies ready to get fucked."
Another woman across the room looked up and laughed at Rose's bluntness. "Damn straight," the other woman said.
"Right?" Rose replied to her. "This one is a nervous wreck about someone knowing she's going to get her pussy waxed by a stranger in a few minutes."
"First time?" the woman asked, looking at me.
I nodded. "Yes."
She shrugged. "Eh, you'll be fine. It's over before you know it and then you get to enjoy it for a few weeks."
I shrugged. "I guess, yeah."
The woman went back to flipping through her magazine.
Rose leaned into my ear again. "If you're good, I'll finger you in the car before we head home."
My eyebrows shot up, my thighs squeezing together automatically.
"Yeah I figured that would get you more on board," she chuckled.
Before I knew it, my name was being called by a woman in white scrubs. She was a few years older than I was, putting her around 30 or so. She was heavy set with dirty blonde hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail.
"Ella?"
I nodded and stood up, Rose joining me.
"Have fun!" the woman still waiting called out to me.
"Oh she will," Rose replied with a wink.
I blushed at the blatant casualness of the whole situation. Nothing about this was normal. Nothing.
"This way," the woman in scrubs said, turning to walk down a hallway.
Multiple doors lined the hallway. We walked quietly for a minute until she gestured us into room with the door open. Once all three of us were inside, she shut the door behind us.
"Rose!" the woman said excitedly, holding open her arms.
To my surprise, Rose went immediately into them, giving the woman a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Laura, I'm so glad you're working today! I tried to make the appointment with you specifically, but they couldn't guarantee that you'd be working," Rose said, still embracing the woman.
I stood there awkwardly as they caught up, apparently they knew each other for years. I took the time to glance around the room. It was brightly lit and almost clinical. There was a high, padded table in the middle of the room with a small step stool next to it. There was a chair in the corner and a small counter on one side with a few items on it. I assumed it held the wax and whatever tools they'd need.
"So is this Matt's newest?" Laura said.
"Mmhmm," Rose replied. "Isn't she darling?"
"Oh yes, nice and petite. I'm sure you're both enjoying her," Laura said, her eyes traveling from my hair down to my toes.
