“I am afraid it’s going to happen whether you want it to or not.”
I couldn’t believe that I was laying on top of that table getting a bikini wax. I didn’t want the guy in there but lost that fight too. He was there explaining that he was going to brush something on me, sort of like Anbesol for toothaches. He said that it would help with the pain.
Pain? Really? This truly wasn’t real life.
I closed my eyes in embarrassment and humiliation while my pubic hair was being ripped from my body. I didn’t even protest when the guy lifted my right knee and rubbed warm wax on my left lip. I knew I would just be fighting a losing battle. I did scream however when he swiftly pulled it off. He did the same with my right leg and then rolled me to my side, making sure I was clean all the way back to my other hole. I had never been so humiliated in my life, and they acted like it was no big deal. I assumed that it probably wasn’t, and I certainly wasn’t the first girl that they had given a bikini wax to.
Rebecca told me that I could shower and that I was done for the day. She said that my supper should be about ready and to come to the kitchen when I was ready.
I decided to bath in the oversized tub and hissed a little when the hot water reached my recently stripped sex.
I slid my hand down, and the only patch of hair was a neatly trimmed line running straight down the middle. I touched the smoothness of my lips and actually liked the feel of it.
I stood naked in front of the full length mirror. I didn’t look like the same girl. My hair was cut just below my shoulders and tapered around my face. The highlights and the blonde made me look older than I was. I wondered if that was the purpose of going blonde. I moved my eyes down my curves and once again touched my naked sex. I knew that this was another one of Drew’s demands, and got a little nervous when I thought about him wanting to have sex with me. I knew it was inevitable and that it was just a matter of time. Why else would he demand that I be a virgin or want me naked down there? Any idiot could figure that out.
Later that night, once I was in my bed for the night, my phone rang beside my bed. I didn’t know whether or not I should answer it. Was it my phone or was it ringing throughout the house?
“Hello,” I finally answered.
“Hello, you are even more beautiful now,” the voice said, and I knew that it was Drew.
“How do you know how I look?” I asked, looking around the room for a camera.
“I can see you in every room of my house, my dear.”
“Every room?” I asked, thinking about touching myself in front of the mirror. He laughed.
“Yes, my love, every room, but for future references, you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”
“Go to hell. I’ll do what I want, when I want,” I scolded. Who did he think he was?
He laughed again. “I assure you, Mrs. Kelley, you won’t, and I wouldn’t advise you to speak to me like that forthcoming.”
“Why?” I said boldly. He was in Africa, although I knew that I wouldn’t have spoken to him like that had he been standing in front of me.
“Because you will be punished for outbursts like that.”
“And how do plan to punish me?” I asked, but was already in half of a panic attack.
“I am sure you will soon find out. I will see you in a few days, Mrs. Kelley,” he said and hung up.
“Riley!” Dawson called. I was sure that it wasn’t the first time he had called my name.
I turned to look at him.
“One of these days you are going to have to tell me where it is you go when you zone out like that,” he stated.
I hadn’t even noticed the credits rolling up the screen.
“Sorry,” I said and shut the television off. I looked at the clock and knew that he should be leaving soon. It was the weekend. He worked the nightshift, and had to go home to change.
I picked up our beer bottles and carried them to the kitchen. I turned around, and Dawson was right there. He didn’t give me time to speak, or protest when he backed me up to the sink and kissed me.
Damnit, Dawson. Why do you have to go and mess up a good thing?
I parted my lips just a little, and his tongue darted in and entwined with mine. I hadn’t even realized that I had moaned in his mouth until I heard it with my own ears.
It was most certainly my moan. His hands went up my sides and around my back pulling me closer to him, and I didn’t have the power to make him stop.
Really vagina? You traitor.
It was a good thing that he stopped because I was ready to rip my clothes off right there on the kitchen floor.
“Jesus, Ry,” he whispered to my lips.
“What the hell did you do, sheriff?”
“I don’t know, but I liked it,” he said, kissing me softly again and then pulling away.
“You better get out of here,” I whispered back to his lips, willing myself not to shove my tongue down his throat again.
“Yes, I better,” he agreed and kissed me again, and again, and again. He finally pulled away and I followed him to the door, locking up behind him.