Chapter 48

She'd lined the bed with a big towel and pointed out the spot for me to lie down. I slipped off my panties, nervous as hell, trying not to show it, but my eyes were glued to the phone on the side. Next to the bed, on a chair, she'd set up everything: the jar of wax, a spatula, some creams, tweezers. It looked like an improvised clinic.

"Here, babe, rub this cream all over, nice and even, okay?" she handed me the tube.

I took it and started spreading it on my skin, but I gotta admit: I barely heard what she was saying. She was talking about the procedure, explaining the details, seeming almost amused, but I was spaced out. My mind was miles away, just waiting for my phone to buzz.

"You're way too nervous, girl. Relax." she said, laughing.

I laughed too, all jittery.

"It's not about this, Diana. I'm just waiting for him to call... I sent a pic asking how he wanted it, you know?"

She gave me that arched eyebrow look, a sly smile creeping in.

"You little devil. But you're really gonna get waxed just to please a guy?"

"Oh! What's the harm? Poor thing!"

"Ten minutes ago you were saying guys are no good. Yours is?"

I sighed, kinda embarrassed:

"I wouldn't bet my life on it..."

And right as I finished saying that, the phone buzzed. My heart jumped. I grabbed it quick and read the message.

"Damn, Jully, that looks delicious, got me hard as a rock at work." It was him replying.

"Work, my ass..." I muttered under my breath. Diana, who wasn't dumb, caught on right away and gave me this knowing look, like she already knew what was up.

With both hands, I fired off a reply without thinking twice:

"So show me... let me see it hard, come on?"

I laughed, satisfied, and hit send.

"What? Why are you laughing?" she wanted to know, eyebrow arched.

"Oh, I sent a nude. He said he was hard and I wanted to see." I said without shame.

"You're fire, girl." she replied, shaking her head, but you could tell she was amused.

And the torture began. First, the hot drip of the wax. Hot for real, like it was burning, but at the same time it sent this weird shiver up my belly that made my scalp tingle. She spread it with the spatula, firm, going over it a few times to make it stick good. I was shrinking up, laughing nervously.

Then came her hands adjusting, stretching the skin with her fingers. That left me even more flustered, 'cause it was way too intimate—her hand right there, spreading things open, adjusting, like she owned my body completely.

"Breathe..." she warned, all calm like she knew I'd curse.

A quick, sharp yank.

"Ow, holy shit, that hurts!" I yelled, twisting around, almost kicking the towel.

She laughed at my face, all professional-like, like it was no big deal. I lifted my head and looked. Smooth. Not a hair in sight. The skin red, hot, stinging like fire.

It hurt like hell, but I was stunned: it looked good. This weird fresh feeling, like I'd peeled off a whole layer of my life with it.

"Keep going..." I said, biting my lip, trying to be brave, but my eyes locked on the phone beside me, waiting for it to buzz again.

Diana spread another dollop of wax, blowing on it lightly before touching down. The sound of the spatula scraping already gave me chills. I knew: each rip was like a stab.

The phone buzzed beside me—a photo. I nearly died wanting to open it right then. But if I did, Diana would wanna see too. And I kinda wanted her to see, for real... but if she got pissed, I'd end up leaving with half my pussy waxed or she'd use the moment to make me feel real pain, and I wasn't in the mood for more torture. Better wait. And the pain, fuck, the pain wouldn't let me think straight.

She started at the top, right on the "forehead" of my pussy. Spread it slow, blowing again, and I was already shrinking up, laughing nervously.

"Hold on, girl... deep breath."

RIP!

"Holy shit, Diana!" I slapped the mattress. "Feels like you ripped my soul out too!"

I lifted my head: smooth, so smooth. I looked and laughed, kinda dumbstruck, 'cause it was like baby skin. And it burned like a bitch.

Then she went to the outer lips. I was already sweating. The way she stretched with her fingers made me more nervous than the pain itself. It was too intimate, like she was toying with me, holding back to watch my face.

"Ow, no, not there!" I complained, but it was too late.

RIP!

"Ahhhhh fuck, shit!" I screamed loud, biting the towel.

It burned, scorched, but along with it came this strange, electric feeling. I shifted on the bed and felt my whole body tingle.

"You moaning, Jully?" she laughed, teasing. "Gonna say you're enjoying it?"

"Fuck off, Diana..." I replied laughing, but my chest was heaving up and down fast. "I'm dying here."

Then came the final part, the ass. I froze.

"Diana, no, not there... leave some hairs as souvenirs!"

"Shut up and stay still." she replied serious, but the smile at the corner of her mouth gave away the mischief.

She ran the spatula slow, real slow. The heat hit deep, and I didn't know if I should laugh, cry, or cum.

"Hold tight..."

RIP!

"AHHHHHH!" I screamed, but at the same time I started laughing uncontrollably, slapping the bed. "Holy shit, that hurts so much, but... oh my god, it's like a shock to my ass!"

Diana burst out laughing with me, wiping up the wax remnants. I was still shaking, between the pain and this damn little spark of arousal that made no sense.

Smooth. Burning all over, but smooth.

I'm terrible at telling stories, but I'll say it: it wasn't bad. What's really bad are the positions. Holy shit, especially getting the back. Spreading your cheeks like a plucked chicken is just too weird.

In the end, she grabbed something to clean it all up and get the wax bits off. She pressed hard, like she wanted to rip off what was left of my skin. I was moaning in pain and she was laughing at my face. But then came the cream... oh god. So soothing. Instant relief, like the burn vanished by magic.

I got up to check the results in the mirror, holding my lips with both hands.

"Good thing, I thought you yanked my clit off too!" I said laughing, still scared to look close.

"Idiot!" Diana shot back, laughing too.

I grabbed the phone from the bed. Took a deep breath. Looked at her, thinking one last time if it was worth it. I could just show a chat with him, but there was nothing there to spark her interest. I could drop his name, but she'd laugh and say: "uh, mine's named that too."

No. I had to be dead on. The photo was the proof. With his cock on the screen, she couldn't deny it. Fuck if the dyke didn't recognize her own boyfriend's dick, right? That'd be her problem.

But I needed to set it up nice. Couldn't just hand it over. I had to make it so she thought she'd figured it all out herself, not me.

The phone was burning in my hand, and I—who ain't worth shit—let it fly without a second thought:

"Look... I think he sent a pic back." I said casually, like it was nothing.

I swiped the screen quick, heart pounding. There it was: guys are dumb animals. His dick, unmistakable, right out in the open. And to make it worse, he wasn't "working" for shit. In the background, you could see his bed, his damn shorts tossed aside. He doesn't work in shorts.

If I'd been home, in a different mood, I might've even rubbed one out to that pic, 'cause he was a hot bastard. But there... there it was something else. The arousal gave way to a dizzy spin.

I laughed, forcing it to sound natural.

"Wanna see, Diana?" I said, biting the corner of my mouth.

Her eyes widened a bit. "You don't mind me seeing your boyfriend's dick?"

"What's the big deal? Look..."

"Alright then..."

I flopped down next to her on the bed, my body still hot from the waxing, and turned the phone toward her. The silence that settled in was heavy. I could hear her heart beating along with mine.