The Waxing

This story begins immediately after chapter 8, so read that first...

Driving to work, I almost forgot about the previous night and the card I had, as my mind flipped to what I had to accomplish that day. I even forgot that I didn't have any panties on as I fought the traffic, trying to get to the office on time.

As soon as I got it, It was a whirlwind of meetings, decisions, emails, spreadsheets and everything else the modern office has to offer. All morning it wasnt unless I crossed my legs that I remembered I was completely bare, and I got a little charge each time. It made me imagine what my assistant might think, or my boss, if they knew that professional Susan was actually slut Susan, and spent her time submitting to strippers turned fitness instructors and fast food workers.

Finally at lunch I had a moment to breathe, and thought again of the card. Fishing it out, I googled the name to see what I could find, and the answer was not much. Other than an entry on yelp, and a phone number, there was almost nothing about T&J, which struck me as odd. So I called them, and a perky woman answered the phone, "Hello!"

Then I realized I didn't know what to say. What did I want? Should I tell them Caroline told me to call?

I stuttered out, "Hhhello. Um I wanted to come in, um do I need an appointment?"

"It really depends on what you want done, a piercing? A tattoo? A body mod?"

"Ummm I'm not sure, I've just been thinking of getting some work done..."

I could hear her laugh, "Oh we get some folks who want a change but don't know what they want.. Or maybe don't want to tell me over the phone. I'll tell you what hun, why don't you stop by and you can meet with Sal. Everyone who can't make up their mind thinks Sal is the best. We are open 'till 9 if you want to come today, just park out front and look for me. I'm Donna."

I quickly hung up. Crap, I was even more confused now. What was I going there for? Does Caroline know Sal? Did she want me to make up my own mind or had she made my choice already? I was so confused, was I submitting to something new, or not?

Just then I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

It was my assistant Peggy.

"Sorry, were you on the phone? I just have some things to go over with you, but don't want to disturb you."

"That's ok! I want to get some painting done in the house, but can't choose a color, so I am setting an appointment with a decorator," I lied quickly, "But come in, let's get this done. Sit on the sofa."

One of the perks of my position was an office big enough for a sofa that sat three people. I crossed the room and sat on one end while Peggy sat at the other. Peggy was not long out of college, and just a little thing. She was something of a southern beauty- blond hair, sweater sets that covered an ample chest, and always a skirt with stockings and pumps. She had always seemed a bit shy to me, but personable and engaging when you got her talking. I had no idea of her outside life or interests outside of a few tv shows we both watched.

We started chatting about the tasks she wanted to go over, the weather, and one of those shows (hello Love Island). I casually crossed my legs as I was sitting there, thanking my lucky stars that I had worn a longer dress, and short of spreading my legs she would never know my secret.

Unthinkingly I half kicked off my sandal and started jiggling my foot, so the heel of the sandal bounced on my heel. It was just a nervous tick that I sometimes did when I was bored or restless. However as I was talking, I noticed Peggy's eyes drawn towards my legs.

Hmmmm this was interesting. Was she just distracted by my flipping my sandal or was there something more? Intrigued, I kept it up to see what happened. Sure enough, though she was still talking, I could see her eyes dart to my foot. I decided to push a bit further, dangling my leg on my knee and flipping my sandal hard enough to flip it off.

I looked down at my foot and chuckled, while I stretched my toes and arched my foot, "Oooh even with sandals, sometimes it feels nice to take off your shoes," I said, looking at Peggy's face.

Her eyes were focused on my bare foot, which made me smile inside. 'Come here little fly and enter my web' I thought to myself. I could feel my pussy getting warmer and starting to get wet. I again became aware that I had no panties on and got another charge.

Now that I had one off, I uncrossed my legs and reached down to slip off the other. Flexing my toes in the carpet, I said "Oh that feels nice."

I looked up at her and noticed a little blush on her face, and the tip of her tongue darted between her lips.

I decided to press it a little, "I have to say it feels a little naughty when you are in public and take something off that everyone else is wearing, even if it's just your shoes."

Little did she know that I wasn't talking about just shoes. I kept getting wet and shifted in my seat, getting a little charge as the rough denim brushed against me. As I sat, I lifted up my legs and stretched them straight out in front of me, flexing my calves and pointing my toes.

"Ooh I need a stretch", I said, as I slowly slid down on the sofa, bringing my dress up a little higher on my legs.

"I really need a new pedicure, don't you think? What color should I get?" I continued as I looked Peggy right in the eyes, "What color would look good on me?"

I could see the flush in her face, which only got me more excited.

"Um, I don't know, I like red, but I know some people think that looks racy," she said as I felt her eyes travel up my legs.

I burst out laughing, "Racy! Are you a grandma from 1950? People have called me lots of names I can't share in the office, but racy was never one."

Peggy got more red in the face, this time out of embarrassment, not excitement, making me feel a little bad.

"Oh don't worry I'm just kidding. It's cute to use words like that."

As soon as I said that, she got even redder and looked down. I quickly changed the conversation and turned it back to business and saw her calm down as we discussed more professional matters. I knew we would be wrapping up soon, so I decided to try one last thing to see her response.

Shifting on the sofa, I stood up and held the sides of my dress. I pulled it up my legs. It wasn't like I flashed her, I just lifted it to my knees and then sat back on the sofa with my feet under my butt. Having completely forgotten about my lashing I winced as I sat back down.

I had achieved what I wanted. My bare legs and feet were off to the side as I leaned against the back of the sofa. You could see my calves and just above my knees and I parted my legs just slightly so if you stared you might think you could see something.

I was quickly rewarded as my southern belle could not help stare at my legs and I could see her eyes drawn to the hidden space between my thighs. I also quickly decided that I might get in trouble with HR if I went further today without thinking this through.

I looked at the clock on the wall, "Oh Peggy, if you are done, we should wrap up," I said as I got up and made a show of smoothing my dress over my legs.

She rose from the sofa as well and prepared to leave. As we walked to the door, I quickly stepped in front of her before I opened it. I reached up and brushed her hair before I put my hand on her bicep, gently patting it.

"I just want you to know that I didn't mean to make fun of you or embarrass you. I just hadn't heard that word in a long time and it just struck me as funny." While saying this I rubbed her arm gently and could feel a slight quiver in her muscle.

I continued, " I hope you feel comfortable just chatting- I think you do a great job and just feel comfortable with you. I only take my shoes off with friends."

She grinned a little and seemed to relax. "Thank you Susan, I appreciate that you are so kind. I just get worried sometimes that I might say the wrong thing or not behave well. It's my first job and I'm just trying so hard to make a good impression and advance. I think the world of you."

She seemed to stop when she said that, maybe realizing that she was revealing too much. I just kept talking like l hadn't noticed anything, moving my hand to the center of her back and then sliding it to her opposite shoulder.

I gave her a sideways hug, noticing how her breath caught while I squeezed her, and leaned my head in slightly, closer to her.

"Don't worry Peggy. If you work hard, listen and learn quickly, I'll make sure that you get to where you want to be."

Letting her go, I opened the door and let her out, realizing immediately how wet I had gotten teasing her. Shit, I better calm down I thought as I walked back to my desk, but when I sat down and felt my thighs close on my bare cunt I couldn't help myself.

Pulling my chair close to the desk, I opened up my laptop and put one hand under the desktop. Fumbling, I opened up one and then a second button in my lap and slowly slid my hand between my legs.

Knowing the door was open and anyone could see me I ran my finger down my slit, feeling the wetness. I opened my legs slightly and put a finger inside, slipping in as I thought of how Peggy stared at me and the power I felt. My middle finger was inside and my thumb was at the top of my opening, teasing my clit. I knew i should stop, that i couldn't orgasm in my office but it felt too good. Moving my fingers slowly I teased myself, reveling in how it made me feel.

I could feel my excitement building as I got wetter, when suddenly Peggy walked back into the office. It was one of those situations where someone else has no idea what you are doing, but your reaction to their presence often gives it away. I sat up straight, pulling my hand off my cunt, but keeping it under the desk. I knew it was wet and sticky and it would give me away to anyone looking closely.

"Oh sorry i didn't mean to startle you," she said. "I think I forgot my notebook on your desk"

I looked over and there it was, in front of me under some papers. On my left side. And I had been using my left hand to finger myself. The hand that was under the desk.

I quickly realized that any normal person would reach out with their left hand, pick up the notebook, stand up and give it to someone who was asking. But as discussed I had a problem with a sticky hand and a partially buttoned dress.

So maybe I could just pick it up and hand it to her and stay sitting?

She was crossing the office. I had to make my mind up quickly or she would really know something was up. Making a flash decision, I settled on picking it up while sitting and hoped she didn't notice my hand.

And so I reached out to grab it. And then realized that I'd have to roll back a little to reach it. It was like a slow motion crash. I brought up my hand to grab it, rolling back at the same time that she reached out to grab the notebook by herself.

And our hands brushed against each other. And her eyes were looking down to get the notebook. Which meant if she looked at my lap she would see two open buttons and probably my wet pussy.

I know my hand was wet. But did she feel it? Maybe she thought I was drinking something and I had condensation on my hand?

I know my dress was unbuttoned. But did she see anything? Maybe she didn't notice. And if she did, maybe she didn't see anything.

I did the only thing I could and just laughed, "Here it is! You know my office better than I do!" While rolling the crucial few inches back into the desk.

She grabbed it, her face not betraying a thing, which I hoped meant my secret was still a secret. Since a glimpse of toes had made her turn red, I took this as a good sign.

She turned and left, but then paused at the door, "Susan do you want it open or closed?"

My stomach sank and I squeaked out "Open please."

FUCK FUCK FUCK

What was I going to do about this? Did she see what I was doing? Why did she ask to close the door?I quickly buttoned up and walked over to put on my sandals. I quickly walked past Peggy and to the bathroom, where I scrubbed my hands and threw water on my face.

I started to calm down a little. If Peggy had enjoyed my tease, then if she did realize that something was happening when she came in, she wouldn't care right? Who is she going to tell that her boss was fingering herself in the office? If she told anyone like HR it would never happen again.

And if she wasn't excited by my legs then the last thing she would ever expect is that I was fingering myself in the office. Who would expect that?

I had almost talked myself into thinking that I didn't have a problem. Taking a deep breath I headed out of the bathroom and back to my office. Passing Peggy I just gave her a slight smile and went to my desk. Head down I sent email, made phone calls and acted busy for the next few hours.

I was in a haze and didn't stop until I heard Peggy again, " Susan? It's getting late but I know you have a lot to get done so I stayed in case you needed anything. But it's almost 6 so I was wondering if I could leave?"

I looked up, surprised at the time and noticed that she had put on fresh makeup and had fixed her hair.

"Oh hun I'm sorry i just got wrapped up in things and lost track of time. I didn't mean to make you stay. Go and hope you are doing something fun tonight!"

"Thanks, just going out with some girlfriends for drinks. Don't stay too late- I'm sure you have better things to do than stay here!"

Wait. Did she mean something? Was she telling me that she liked girls? Or that she knew I was masturbating? I just shook my head. This was too much, now I was just making things up.

I needed to go home and then remembered that I had a stop to make. I better get moving since T&J was only open till 9, and i didnt want to disappoint Ms. Caroline.

I also freshened my makeup and now that work was over I opened one more button on the top of my dress. I walked to the car and pugged the address into my phone and started driving.

It took me to an up and coming section of the town. Not that far from the gym, but the kind of neighborhood that was cute and trendy on one block and dark and abandoned on the next. The address I pulled up to was somewhere in between. There was a bakery (now closed for the evening) but not much else.

It looked like T&J was in an old industrial space and it had dark tinted windows that made it hard to see inside. There was the same logo on the window for T&J, with "Whatever You Want, We'll Do" in flowing script.

Now that I was her, I suddenly felt nervous. After all I had done over the past few days, I wasn't sure why walking into a tattoo shop was making me worried. But knowing that Caroline had made it clear that I needed to come, and Suannah was expecting it as well, I decided to go ahead with this.

I turned off the car, grabbed my bag and headed in. I was confronted by what looked like a pretty typical tattoo shop. Someone nice would call it funky, someone not so charitable would call it grungy. There was a long counter and walls lined with tattoo flash, pin up girls, some goth art and mirrors.

The floor could have been cleaner and I did wonder a little how many infections people got after their tattoos. I went to the counter and hit the little bell, not knowing what to expect.

I was really surprised when a freshly scrubbed and petite pale skinned redhead strolled out of the back. She was wearing ladies overalls with a tank top underneath. I didn't see any tattoos on her, and it looked like she just had a small nose piercing and some extra little rings in her ears.

"Hi! How can I help you? Are you looking for a tattoo or a piercing or do you have an appointment already?"

This is where I hesitated. What do you say when you don't know what you are here for?

"Um I called before- you are Donna right?"

The redhead smiled, "Yes! Hi, how are you? You didn't say what you needed then, but can I help?"

Crap, she was so nice and perky, which was making this even more embarrassing. I guess I just needed to tell her that Caroline sent me? Why was I embarrassed to tell her that? What did I care?

"Well Donna, it's nice to meet you. I'm Susan. I um have this card- my friend told me that I should come, so I decided to stop by". I then pulled out the wrinkled card like it meant something and put it on the counter.

As soon as I did, I realized that there was a large stack of them next to the register. If Donna thought I was silly she didn't say anything.

"Oh that's so nice, what's your friend's name?"

Now I was going to find out what was next. I looked her square in the eye and said "Caroline."

Donna looked me up and down and said "Caroline?"

I nodded yes and she said "Huh. I'm a little surprised."

Before I could ask why, she turned around and yelled out "Sal! A friend of Caroline's is here to see you!"

Looking at me again she said, "Don't worry, Sal will take care of anything you need."

At this point I could just nod. I saw a door in the back of the shop open and a statuesque black woman walked out. She must have been at least 5'11 with a shaved head and piercing brown eyes.

She was also wearing overalls, with what looked like a sports bra underneath. As she got closer I could see that she had beautiful tattoos all over her arms- an amazing mix of abstract designs, flowers, vines. They were mesmerizing. SHE was mesmerizing.

She strode over in a pair of unlaced black boots with her hand outstretched, "Hi I'm Sal. What can I do for you?"

I took her hand shaking it and felt comfortable (or intimidated) enough to finally confess.

"Hi, I'm Susan. Um well I know Caroline from the gym and well um I visited her at her shop the other day. She um takes care of me and she told me to come here and well um you would take care of me as well."

There, I finally got it out even if I wasn't sure if it made any sense.

"I see. Come with me to the back."

She turned around and started walking back and I just went around the counter and followed her. We went to what I assume is a piercing station- it looked a little like a dentist chair or something you would find in a doctors office.

"So did Caroline tell you what to come here for? Or am I supposed to guess?"

"Um no. She said you would know what to do."

As soon as I said that, Sal just smiled a beautiful smile. "Oh, another of Caroline's friends that I get to break in for her. Lovely. I assume by visiting her you mean that she waxed you? How many times have you seen her?"

Gulping, I nodded and said "Yes. She did. I know her, but I've only been waxed once."

Sal arched her eyebrow, "Once? Wow, she must see some potential in you. I'm going to make a guess... you know Susannah too?"

I just nodded.

She smiled again, "Oh good. I have to ask, did you follow Caroline's rules?"

I looked down, blushing, and shook my head no.

Sal burst out laughing, "So if you have been to see her once, did not follow the rules and she still sent you to see me, you must have enjoyed getting your ass beat then huh?"

I just nodded again.

"Aaah cat got your tongue? I know better than you know what you will like, don't worry. So will it be a bar or a hoop?"

I just looked up at her confused? "Bar or hoop? I don't understand..." I said as my voice trailed off.

She rolled her eyes "Donna! Get over here!"

Donna practically leapt up from her chair and ran over, and stood in front of us, arms at her side.

"Show her what I mean."

Without hesitation Donna unbuckled the straps on her overalls and let them drop to the floor around her feet. She then reached down and pulled the tank top over her head, and stood again with her arms at her side.

I looked at her-- she had very pale skin, almost alabaster. Small freckles dotted her chest, but I was drawn to her perfect c cup breasts, topped with the perkiest nipples I had ever seen. They were like pencil erasers and each was bisected by a gold bar.