Her room is warm and smells of expensive perfume.
“Take your top off ready for your underarms and lie on the bed – I’ll be back in a minute.”
I take my sweat top off. I’m not wearing a bra. I lay down and look at myself in the mirror. If I say it myself my pert, naked teenage breasts look hot. I can’t resist running my hands over my beautiful breasts, stroking and fondling them as I watch in the mirror. My nipples are soon hard and erect under my touch just the way my boyfriend Steve likes them. I close my eyes and for a moment and but instead of seeing Steve’s mouth around my nipples as I normally would, the green eyes and red lips of beautician woman fill my brain.
The door clicks. Fuck doesn’t she knock?
I snatch my hands back to my sides. The door opens. Obviously not!
“You’re ready for me. Good girl.”
Therapist woman smiles at me. She looks at my breasts as she slowly stirs the hot wax.
“It’s a shame a beautiful girl like you hides away in baggy clothes.”
Why am I feeling butterflies in my groin again?
“Arm up” she barks.
The smile is gone from her face. I quickly bend my left arm and rest my forearm behind my head. She smears wax on my armpit. It feels lovely and warm. This is not so bad.
She smoothes the material strip onto my underarm and with a deft movement she whips it off ripping the hairs out with it.
“Arrrrgh”
I hear myself yell out. The pain is red hot. I squirm as she goes to apply another fabric strip on my stinging armpit.
“Shut up you little teenage slut!”
beautician bitch snaps at me
“You told me you were going to be a good girl. Now fucking lie still and close your mouth.”
“Sorry”
I hear myself saying. I lie perfectly still.
She rips the strip off. The pain is red hot but I lie still, keep my mouth closed and try to ignore the tears welling in my eyes. One more rip and my left armpit is bald.
“Good girl. Well done.”