As we finished lunch, I hugged my mother before Brad and I left for our waxing appointment. Having not been waxed for quite some time, only sticking to shaving, I was going to be walking bowlegged for the rest of the night; I was sure of it. I also knew Brad was going to make fun of me, too.
What I hadn’t expected when we got to the salon was Brad getting waxed as well. It was freaking hilarious hearing his squeals coming from the waxing room. At one point in time I could swear on my very life, he was crying and telling the man waxing his male area he would pay him anything to just stop. However, I heard more girly screams echoing throughout the salon. I sat there snickering to myself just as the door opened. Here came Brad, perma-scowl on his face, walking toward me holding his junk as if he were protecting it from something.
“What in the world?” I giggled from behind my magazine.
“I’m going to kill him. I swear, I will. Then I’ll piss on his fucking grave,” he growled, sitting down awkwardly next to me.
I giggled at the pained gasp that came from his lips when he sat down fully. “Who?”
“Dad,” he said, his face screwing up like the name left a bad taste in his mouth. “He told the wax technician when he made the appointments that if you had to go through the pain, so did I.”
Well thank fuck Henry had a sense of humor. He’d just literally made my day.
I tried to make light of the situation but failed horribly when I started laughing. He gave me a stone-cold killer glare, and then smacked my ass when I got up to go to the room. I was nervous going in there. Hearing all the screams and cries that came from Brad, I just felt that it was going to be worse for me. Instead of just getting one, maybe two things waxed, I was practically getting my whole body done.
The woman waiting for me scared the ever-loving shit out of me. She was a solid six-foot-tall with broad manly shoulders, sporting a mustache. She looked like one of those German women named Helga or some shit. I wanted the man Brad had; he’d been hot. This woman just gave me the heebie-jeebies. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she just put off a vibe that screamed butch.
Maybe Henry didn’t have a sense of humor, the asshole.
An hour and a half later I was completely hairless from the shoulders down. I thought I’d been pretty hairless before, but damn that woman got everywhere; and I do mean, everywhere. She spent most of the time hovering around my pussy and taint. I’d never felt so uncomfortable in all my life. But damn did she take her job seriously. However, I felt like I’d won a small victory. I didn’t even make a peep when she was going to war on my body with the wax and strips. Now I had something to hold over Brad’s head.
He’d been a trooper; I’d give him that. But he was the one that screamed like a little girl. Taunting him would be so sweet.
When we started getting our hair transformed, I was exhausted. It being only four p.m., I thought I was going to fall asleep on my feet. Having no sleep the night before, then dealing with Brad all day was just getting to me. I caught myself dosing on and off in the chair as the man chopped away at my long, once luminous hair. By the time he was done cutting, dyeing, styling my hair, and moving me to the station to get my nails done, I was so ready to get out of the salon.
Since I kept up with my nails regularly, it didn’t take long to get them done. However, for Brad it took them a tad longer. Of course, he being all male, the only thing he did with his nails was clip them. It was a sight watching the technician grind his cuticles. I’ve never heard a man in all my life squeal the way he did. I was sure this would be the last time any of these people would see him in here.
That thought alone is what kept me going. After we were finished, he literally beat me to the door. I chuckled watching him wave at all the smitten woman in his haste to get the hell out of here. I wasn’t even fully out the door before he hoisted me over his shoulder, running the rest of the way to the car. It was absolutely hilarious that this big strong, virile, man was scared of a bunch of beauty technicians.
“Get in the car,” he said dropping me unceremoniously to the ground. “We gotta get the fuck out of here.”
I did as he said, laughing the entire time. Just seeing him in the shop made my entire fucking day. I was definitely going to be telling Alex and Mom about this later. They would get a good laugh at it as well. Who knew a big man could get scared so easily? I sure as hell didn’t. But damn, it was priceless nonetheless.
He dropped me off at my mom’s, screeching his tires as he left. I stood there laughing when the front door opened. My mom came out onto the front porch, giant smile and all. She was leaning against the railing when I got to her. She looked me up and down with a knowing look on her face. It felt oddly weird to have her looking at me like this. Usually it didn’t bother me, but there was just that look on her face, as if she knew exactly what went on while we’d been gone today.
“Have fun today?” she asked, gripping my shoulders and leading me into the house.
“Yeah, it was oddly cathartic,” I stated, going to the couch to sit.
She sat down next to me, internally fighting with herself. She finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and had to ask. “How did Brad like the waxing?”
At that, I fucking lost it. Doubling over with laughter, I gripped my belly when it started hurting. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I continued to cackle with my laughter. “Ha. He just loved that. Said he needed to do it more often.”
“I can just imagine now,” she said with tears rolling down her cheeks.
We sat there for the longest time talking about what the day brought us. I left out all the parts about Brad and me. I didn’t need to deal with that pickle just yet. She told me how she met Henry, which was the sweetest thing ever. She was late for work one morning, only to have a flat tire on her way. She was on the side of the road, makeup a complete mess, clothes already wrinkling from the drizzle of rain. She was just about to give up when a man in a Range Rover pulled up behind her.
He’d gotten out and come to ask her if she needed help. She explained that she felt such warmth when she gazed into his dove gray eyes. But she said he pulled off his jacket, put it around her, and led her back to his vehicle. Henry Titan was a very, very busy man. But hearing how he carved minutes out of his day for my mother when she’d been in need softened my heart even more toward the old man.
We were crying, laughing, and damn near pissing ourselves when we had to part to get ready for dinner. I chose this time to call Alex. I hadn’t called her since I hit city limits yesterday. I was missing her something crazy and needed to hear her voice. Grabbing my phone, I dialed her. When I got voicemail, I was slightly bummed. I tried again only to hear her voicemail again. I opted to send a quick text before getting ready.
With the way my mom wanted me to dress, it would take me an hour alone just to get my makeup and hair right. Not wasting a moment, I laid my gown out on my bed and went to the bathroom to start getting ready for the night. In some ways, I was glad tomorrow would be just a mother and daughter day. That was something that both of us needed—desperately. Just dinner. That was the only thing in the way of being around my mother for a whole day. I was so excited, I couldn’t wait.