Trust Me (41 page)

“Not
so bad, eh?” Rochelle laughed, joined in by the deep chuckle from Creighton

“Holly
hell,” Sandra growled in response as the woman wiped away the remaining wax, causing the laughter to increase.

“I
warned you, there would be stinging.”

“Stinging
my ass,” Sandra snapped. “It's no wonder the hair doesn’t want to grow back. I thought French women liked being hairy.”

“Not
all French women; the new rave is hairless. Come on, one more to go,” Rochelle said with an amused smile as she prepared the second arm. Sandra drew a deep breath and steadied herself for the assault as the warm wax was spread across her skin, followed by the smoothing of the fabric, and then it happened again.
Rip
!

“Son
of a bitch,” Sandra yelped as the stinging penetrated itself up to her elbow and down her chest. “Women do this monthly?” Rochelle laughed again as she cleaned the remaining wax off her skin, applying a thin layer of cream under both arms, rubbing it in thoroughly.

“Here,
feel it,” she said and Sandra relaxed her grip on the bar. She gently ran her fingers across the soft skin and opened her eyes wide. She had never felt so soft or hair free before, even after shaving with a new razor.

“That’s
why women put themselves through this torture,” Rochelle smiled. “Eventually, you’ll be able to go longer than a month. The hair will stop growing back as quickly as it does now and will become thinner. You’ll have many weeks of smooth, soft skin to enjoy for a few seconds of pain.” Sandra was amazed at the sensations. Her skin was stinging, but it really didn’t hurt anymore.

A
soft knock sounded again at the door and it slowly opened as Brie pushed another cart through, saying something to Rochelle in French. They spoke for a few minutes before she left them alone a second time.

“Now,
how about the legs?” Rochelle asked looking down into Sandra’s stunned face.

“My
legs?” she asked with a frown as Brie returned again, pushing the second cart aside as she began mixing some ingredients together.

“Just
think how those incredibly sexy legs of yours will feel in a bikini; no hair and soft as a baby’s butt,” Creighton said gently, his tone filled with a hidden promise.

“We’ll
keep you distracted by giving you a facial.” Sandra drew a deep breath and glanced to Rochelle, who raised a perfectly sculptured eyebrow. She nodded softly, listening to the woman’s hearty laughter. Brie smiled as she stepped in beside Sandra and began to cleanse her face, saying something in French to Rochelle.

“Brie
said you have beautiful skin,” she translated. “She is very impressed, which says a lot. She is rarely impressed by anyone.”

“Thanks,”
Sandra said softly, closing her eyes when she felt the two long platforms at the foot of the table divide in two and her legs were spread apart slightly. She blushed under the heavy cream Brie was massaging her face with when she heard Creighton’s soft moan as Rochelle lifted the sheet, folding it up to barely cover her crotch.

The
cool, but now-familiar scent of the cleansing liquid washed her legs followed by the powder and warm wax, but this time it was applied to the entire top of her shin as a long strip of fabric was smoothed across it. Sandra held her breath preparing herself for the pain and was rewarded with a deep searing sensation as the fabric was torn from her delicate flesh. This torture continued as the woman repeated her actions in sections across both legs and up to the top of her thighs. With each sting of the stripping, Sandra found herself amazed at how quickly she could relax afterward.

Once
the fronts of her legs were done, Rochelle covered her legs with the sheet, explaining that she would wait until her facial was finished to do the back of her legs. The two women finished their torturous pampering and left the room, allowing Creighton and Sandra some time alone.

“You
are so amazing,” Creighton said once the door closed. He stood up from the lounge where he had been watching and slowly pushed the sheet higher on her legs, bending over and kissing her knees.

“Was
it as bad as it sounded?” he asked her, his hands pushing the pink sheet higher as his mouth continued to travel up her body.

“It
eventually got better, but yes, it hurt like hell.” Sandra gasped as he reached under the sheet on the table and released the lever to the leg braces, spreading them further apart.

“We
have got to get us one of these,” he told her, lifting the sheet up around her waist; moving to stand between her legs so he could admire her position. “We could spend many long, wonderful hours playing on this.”

“Do
you find perversion in everything you see?” she asked, her face stiff beneath the heavy layer of green-gray mud.

“Damned
straight, especially when you’re reclining on it,” he assured her, leaning in and kissing her soft brown curls. “Please, let Rochelle wax this. I want you hairless and smooth.”

“But
it hurts,” she argued, a little less forceful than she would have preferred.

“I’ll
make you very, very happy you did.”

“But
it hurts.”

“Please?”
he asked as the doorknob began to wiggle. Creighton quickly pulled the sheet down a little, but kept her feet spread apart as Rochelle opened the door and smiled, followed into the room by Brie.

“Well?”
she asked, and Sandra felt very thankful that she was hidden under a layer of concrete. Creighton remained where he was, massaging her inner thighs, obviously unaffected by the fact that they had company.

“Sandra,”
he said in a husky tone. “Please submit to this and I will make it worth the torture.” Sandra drew a deep breath and nodded, gasping as the man reached up beneath the sheet, his hands on her hips as he leaned in and pressed his mouth against the thin sheet.

“As
long as you’re there,” Rochelle said, her tone just as husky as his, causing Sandra to frown as much as she could beneath the green crust. “I’ll teach you to do this, so you can take care of things at home. I’ll give you the supplies you need, that way you won’t have to come back once a month, just every three.”

“Sounds
good to me,” he told her as the table legs were moved further apart. “Will you supply the table as well?” Rochelle exploded in a deep laughter.

“I’ll
see what I can do,” she said. “Now, all you need is a good angle,” Rochelle said, locking the legs on the table in place. Sandra could feel the blush rising up her neck as Brie placed cucumber slices across her eyes, applying a warm cloth to the mask.

“You’ll
need to prepare the skin,” she told him and Sandra was suddenly happy that her eyes had been covered with thick slices of cucumbers. She felt the sheet being pushed up to rest across her breasts, as the hum of razor echoed through the room. Creighton lifted the hair with a comb and began trimming as Rochelle instructed. Once it was short enough, he began to spread the cool liquid spread across her pubic region. The soft lilt of Brie’s voice sounded next to her as she spoke for a moment to Rochelle.

“Brie
is ready to wash the mask off, unless you want to leave it until we’re finished?” she asked.

“No,
take it off,” Creighton said quickly. “I want her to watch what we’re doing.” Rochelle cleared her throat, forcing the amusement back from her deep tone.

As
he continued to massage the liquid across her delicate skin, Brie began to wipe away the softened mud. Several moments passed by before the younger woman left; Sandra’s face was clean and soft and bright red, but it had nothing to do with her recent scrubbing.

“Ready
now?” Rochelle asked. Creighton nodded, dusting Sandra’s pubic area with powder.

She
explained in detail what to do with the wax and corrected his actions when he spread too much of the thick goo across Sandra’s crotch. He took a square piece of fabric and carefully smoothed it across the sticky layer, smiling down at her when Rochelle explained how to remove it. He narrowed his eyes at Sandra and lifted the corner of the paper, his thumb accidentally brushing against her clitoris and then it happened again.
Rip
! And Sandra found herself sitting up on the table, her hands covering the delicate flesh of her groin as she screeched.

“I
liked that,” Creighton said wickedly, planting a passionate kiss across the woman’s mouth. “Pain and pleasure; that makes it exciting,” he whispered against her lips a few breathless moments later.

“We
may need to restrain her,” Rochelle said, her tone deep and filled with the huskiness Creighton always got right before he engaged in something wickedly delicious. Creighton eased Sandra back down to the table, pulling the discarded sheet up across her bare chest.

“Arms
above your head my love,” he told her and smiled as she quickly obeyed. Rochelle lifted a strap from beneath the table and laid it across her lower abdomen, fastening it in a Velcro sling on the opposite side of the table, snugging it tight enough that Sandra’s hips were restrained securely.

“We
definitely need to get us one of these,” Creighton moaned. Once she was ready he began again; waxing another small area and smiling wickedly as he ripped the paper off. It took just a few minutes before the entire area was hairless and pink and Sandra was panting from the event. Rochelle took hold of her ankles and instructed her to raise her legs in the air, guiding Creighton on how to wax the lower part of her labia.

By
the time he had finished, Sandra’s skin was numb and hot. She was exhausted from the experience and ready to run and hide from embarrassment. Creighton rubbed an oily substance across her entire public area, being assured by Rochelle that this would prohibit the hair from growing back a few days longer and then told Sandra to roll to her stomach, so they could finish her legs and her backdoor.

“You
mean you wax her arse as well?” Creighton asked boldly once Sandra was lying on her stomach; the restraint around her waist repositioned and her hands holding onto a set of bars under the table.

“Absolutely,”
Rochelle insisted. “Full, hairless and smooth. That’s the goal.”

Half
an hour later Sandra was sitting on the chaise next to Creighton, having had her legs and all of her private parts gooed, waxed and oiled to perfection.

“I’m
very proud of you,” he told her, sipping on the white wine Rochelle’s assistant brought to them. “I never knew how intense something like this was.”

“And
to think our sisters do this as well,” Sandra said with a sly grin, causing Creighton to choke on his wine.

“That’s
not a thought I want to hold with me,” he said with a frown watching Sandra shrug her shoulders. “You said that on purpose, didn’t you?” he asked and received an innocent smile as an answer.

“I
never would have taken you as a vindictive woman, darling,” he teased her, kissing her temple.

“Not
vindictive, just offering a good dose of comeuppance. Now every time you remember this, you’ll think of your little sister, naked and spread eagle having her bits and pieces waxed.”

“You’re
bloody evil,” he growled as his phone began to buzz. He sighed heavily, taking the small device out of his pocket. He pressed the button and listened to the message as Rochelle reentered the room.

 
“I have business to take care of,” he said with an apologetic smile. “Rochelle, whatever my lady wants; she gets.” He turned to Sandra and kissed her cheek. “I’m leaving you in good hands. Rochelle is the best.” He pulled Sandra up with him as he stood, turning back to the darker woman. “How long?”

“Two
hours. Your lady and I need to talk about home.” Creighton nodded, kissing Rochelle on the cheek before turning back to Sandra.

“Stun
me, my love,” he whispered, giving her a lingering kiss on the mouth before leaving the women to their work.

“So,
Miss Dennis, tell me what you want, besides the hair style?” She lifted Sandra’s hands in hers. “You don’t really need a lot done. You have such beautiful skin and your nails look great.”

“Thank
you and please call me Sandra.”

“Deal.
We only have two hours and I want to know everything that’s happening in America. Run into any good tornados lately?”

The
two women chatted and laughed while Rochelle applied a layer of color to Sandra’s fingers and toes and reapplied her makeup; changing the color from her usual soft pink and natural brown to a deep plum and coral. Sandra felt grown up for the first time in her life and found she really enjoyed being pampered.

The
time passed quickly while the two women discussed movies, music, politics and hometowns. Sandra was no longer nervous as Rochelle worked her magic, trimming and highlighting her hair, but not allowing her to see the final results until she had finished.