"That is great news," Becky chirped down her phone to her husband as she stood in the middle of the frozen food section of their local supermarket. "My mum already said she would watch the kids for us this weekend. All you need to do is buy the plane tickets and book the hotel for us in Lanzarote, and I'll take care of the rest. Okay, bye."
Becky hung up her phone, placed it in her purse and did a little dance in the middle of the aisle, which caused several older women passing nearby to scowl at her, but she didn't care. This was the first time in nearly two years, since the start of this whole damn Covid-19 mess, she would be able to leave the country, go to Spain and enjoy a few days in the sun with just her and her husband.
Becky quickly finished her shopping and as she stood in the checkout queue, she quickly started working on the list of things she would need to do before the trip. She checked the tips of her hair. She just had her roots touched up a few weeks back, so they were fine. Then she looked at her pale arms. A quick spray tan would be nice, but there wasn't time for that. Then her thoughts dropped down to the massive, tangled covid bush she'd been growing between her thighs since the start of the second lock down.
"I'll need to get her waxed before I get anywhere near the water or my husband," she told herself. "I wonder if Sally could fit me in for an emergency wax?"
A few minutes later Becky had driven across the small village she lived in and pulled up in front of a little white beauty salon just off the High Street. Above the big plate glass window at the front of the building in big golden letters the sign read "Sally's Beauty Salon." Becky jumped out of her car and started walking towards the door. On the way in she peaked in through the front window and her heart sank. "Holy hell," Becky muttered to herself. The place was heaving with customers. Women were literally lounging around everywhere.
Becky and her mum had been coming to Sally's for years, ever since Sally moved down from up North and opened the salon. The situation inside looked bad, but Becky had to take a chance and see if she could pull a favour.
Becky opened the front door of the salon and was instantly hit by a wall of hot moist air and enough industrial solvents and chemicals to momentarily stun her. Before she could fully regain the use of her frontal lobe, from across the shop she heard a scream.
"Becky!" Screamed Sally, a big, buxom woman in her mid-fifties with curly platinum blond hair and the tendency to wear too much make up. She ran up to Sally, gave her a big hug and a kiss on her cheek. She smelled heavily of good perfume as well as industrial chemicals, and a whiff of cigarettes. She quickly ran her hand up the side of Becky's face and checked out the ends of her hair. "I like what you've done with your hair luv," she said in her thick northern accent. "What can I do for you today?"
"Sally, I'm desperate," said Becky. "My husband finally managed to get a long weekend off of work and we got tickets to go to Lanzarote for tomorrow, but my lady bits are in a bit of a mess," she complained as she motioned her hand over her privates. "Is there any way you could fit me in for an emergency waxing today?"
Sally nodded gravely at the news, looked around her shop full of women, and then grabbed the appointment book off the front desk, "You picked a bad day to need your bush trimmed luv. We are fully booked up until next week."
"Please Sally," Becky pleaded. "My bush is in a terrible state, and I am afraid to take her to the beach. The Spanish will laugh at me, and my husband will get scared, and we will go another year without sex."
Sally flipped back to today's appointments in the appointment book and ran her finger up and down the list, then she turned to the nearest beautician who was working on a customer's set of long acrylic nails. "Samantha, any chance you can take my appointment with Mrs. Khan? She's booked in at 11:30, but she's always late."
"And a bit of a screamer," the beautician retorted.
"Yes, yes she is," Sally agreed.
"Sure, no problem. I'm almost done here" The beautician nodded in agreement.
Sally turned back to Becky with a big, white toothy smile. "This is your lucky day luv. Now give me your jacket, and head to Waxing Room Four and get undressed. I'll be there in a sec."
"Thank you Sally, you are the best," Becky gushed as she pulled off her jacket and passed it to Sally.
"I know, now get to room four. Come on luv, this is an emergency! Hurry, hurry!" Sally growled as she pushed Becky towards the back of the salon.
Becky headed through the salon to the private waxing rooms in back. The door to room four was open and she headed inside. The room was tiny and consisted of little more than a proper examination table with stirrups, a stool for the beautician to sit on, a chair for the client's clothes, a small movable table, some shelves with towels on them, and a full-length mirror mounted on the wall opposite of the examination table.
This wasn't Becky's first waxing, and she knew the drill. Becky shut the door and then quickly kicked off her shoes. She left on her socks because the floor was cold, and she liked having warm toes. Next, she pulled off her yoga pants and panties, folded them and placed them on the chair next to the examination table.
Becky grabbed two towels off the shelf. The first towel she placed down on the examination table before she climbed up on it. Although the room was warm, she still jumped when her bare butt touched the examination table. "Soon I'll be on the beach in Spain and my bum will be nice and warm," she told herself as she settled into place, and hoisted each of her legs into the stirrups.
"My god, look at how hairy you are," she complained to herself when she saw her hairy pussy in all its glory in the full-length mirror opposite the bed. She pawed at her pussy for a second and ran her fingers through her thick full bush. "Soon you will be all gone, and I'll be nice and smooth again," she said as she pulled the second towel into place over her privates.
Becky relaxed in the chair for a second before she got board and attempted to reach for her phone, "Shit, I left it in my jacket." The thought of getting up with the towel tied around her waist and running out into the salon to get her phone out of her jacket quickly crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Instead, she just sat there looking up at the holes in the ceiling.
Becky looked around for something to kill the time. She was starting to get desperate, when out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the pamphlets for Sally's salon. On the front of the pamphlets was a heavily airbrushed photo of Sally standing in front of the salon. It had been the same pamphlet Sally have had for years and she was about to put it back when she saw it wasn't. Underneath the photo of the shop there was a new caption which read, "New Treatments for 2022."
"Huh," Becky began to casually flip through the pamphlet, but everything pretty much looked as how she remembered it, "Pedicures, foot massages, eyebrow threading..." then under the section marked 'Women Only Services' it simply read "Fisting: All Natural, Holistic Stress Detox. £30."
Becky gasped and her heart began to thud in her chest. "What?" she questioned as she read the line over and over again, "Fisting?"
'Knock, Knock, Knock.' There came a firm knock at the door followed by a quick shout from Sally, "are you decent in there, luv?"
In a flash Becky placed the pamphlet back on the stand next to the examination table and quickly folded her hands on top of the towel covering her offending privates. "Yes!" she said a little too shrill for her liking.
Sally barged in carrying a small plastic tray full of the waxes, raps and creams that would be needed to wax away Becky's bush. Sally pushed the small stool into place at the bottom of the examination table with her foot. Then she grabbed the rolling table with the pamphlet on it and pulled it towards her and place the plastic tray on top.
Sally put on a pair of dark rimmed, but fashionable reading glasses, then she squatted down onto the stool. "Now let's see what we got here." With the grace of a woman who has seen more vaginas than most gynaecologist, Sally flipped Becky's towel up on to her stomach, and then leaned in close to get a good look at Becky's hairy pussy. "My god luv, you're right. It is an emergency. We can't let you go on holiday like this. We're going to need some more wax."
Sally jumped up from the stool and without waiting for Becky to cover up, quickly opened the door, walked through, and slammed it shut.
Becky pulled the towel back down over her privates and sat there in silence waiting for Sally to return. A few minutes went by, but Sally didn't return. Becky's attention quickly began to drift back to the pamphlet that was now firmly out of reach down by her feet.
Then through the thin walls of the private waxing room next door Becky heard a sound she couldn't quite place.
'Ump, ump, ump...'
