Anyway, she had no time to change! She rushed to the shoe cabinet, put white sneakers on, and stormed out of the apartment. Heading to the car, Amber realized she rarely left the house without makeup and felt oddly naked.
She passed a student on her way to the car and noticed his unabashed looks. At that moment, she realized not only her leggings were showing her curves off, but she had forgotten to put on a bra, and her big breasts wobbled with every step she made. She blushed, and her pussy twitched under the tight fabric.
Amber still wasn’t sure if she wanted waxing or laser depilation. The former method was likely better because permanent. Although, if she would never again have a bush or even a landing strip, what would her future boyfriends think of her? Or her hubby? On the other hand, it wasn’t such an unusual appearance anymore, Amber thought to herself. Almost all women on the porn and fetish sites she visited were hairless or nearly hairless. But were all these women sluts? Was Amy right, and she was about to become a slut too? To think about turned her on.
“Gosh, I must stop thinking about it, or I’ll cause a car accident or something!” Amber scolded herself loudly.
The blonde beauty switched the radio on, and there came a song on the radio she loved. After clearing her throat, she started directly to sing along.
While driving and singing, Amber consciously didn’t realize why she kept writhing and shifting her weight in the leather seat. Neither did she think of the slight burning of her buttocks.
The petite beauty entered the beauty shop even earlier as required. The female clerk cheerfully greeted her with a bright smile.
“Nice to see you, please take place. The technician will come immediately and discuss everything with you,” the woman said and, with a gesture, offered her to take place in the waiting room behind a glass divider.
Another woman in her fifties was waiting in the room already. Amber took a seat and started to flip through a beauty magazine. She felt the woman’s eyes and guessed why. However, the blonde beauty decided to present herself confidently. She was young and pretty, and she had big, beautiful breasts! Not that saggy, wrinkly tits the old bag had to offer. She was just jealous, she said herself.
After only a few minutes, a female technician appeared.
“Miss Williams?” she asked.
Amber rose from her seat and followed the woman in the white medial scrub, giving the other woman a disdainful look.
Once in the treatment room, Amber took place on the seat against the woman in her thirties. She was blonde, taller than her, a bit chubby, but stunning. Especially her lips appeared so sensual, thought Amber.
“Are you from here?” asked the technician, starting a small talk.
“Ehm, no, from L.A.,” she lied.
“And what do you do for leaving?” asked the woman while preparing the treatment bench and a few other things.
“I try a little bit in movies, commercials. Things like that,” lied Amber again, whereas it was something she could indeed imagine. Either way, she didn’t want to mention anything about being a student.
“Okay, so, I’m ready,” said the technician. “Now for the treatment,” she continued and explained to Amber the advantages and disadvantages of both methods. And Amber finally decided on permanent depilation.
After that, the blonde beauty removed her t-shirt and lay down on the treatment bench. It was warm and pleasant and smelled well. The technician turned on a player, and beautiful, soft music filled the room. She was given special laser protection glasses and put them on. Then, listening to the sounds of a harp, she relaxed. The treatment generated heat, and the tiny stitches hurt a little, but it wasn’t very uncomfortable.
The treatment took a while, but eventually, the technician announced it was over. Amber even didn’t realize how quickly the time passed.
The technician ordered Amber to hold on and massaged a soothing substance into the sensitive areas. It felt cold but not unpleasant. After that, Amber put back her t-shirt on and sat up. The technician offered her a drink, and while the blonde enjoyed the cold water, the woman showed her different bikini cut styles.
“What style do you want? These are the most popular: A classic bikini line, a small triangle on the top, a landing strip?” At the same time, she showed Amber pictures of vaginas with pubic hair neatly cut in the three styles.
Amber put the water glass on the side table.
“I want to remove it all,” she said, trying to sound confident.
The technician looked surprised first, then smiled knowingly.
“Oh, I understand now,” she said with a grin and winked. Amber didn’t understand what she meant but didn’t comment on it.
“Well, then take your leggings and your panties down and lay on your back,” said the technician. While putting on latex gloves again, she watched Amber undressing.
Amber felt embarrassed but knew she wasn’t the first woman and not the last who endured such treatment. But pulling her panties down, she noticed how wet they were. The constant arousal of the past days caused her to almost always walk around with wet knickers! She thought she should use a restroom and wipe herself, but the technician interrupted her thoughts.
“We have to hurry a little,” said the woman. “Don’t be scared, girl. I worked earlier in L.A. and depilated a lot of porn stars there.
Amber’s face blushed immediately. The woman thought she was a porn star! But she felt too baffled to counter and answered only: “Yes, I’m ready.”
Once again, she had to put the special red-colored glasses on. Then she lay back and spread her thighs, feeling like she was at the gynecologist. Her face became deep red with embarrassment, knowing the technician must have noticed her wetness.
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