Free Lost Angel (The List #1) by N K Love

to Wills. I almost blush as some of
her comments, even though I’m not in the slightest bit offended or uncomfortable.
She is so at ease with herself it helps me to try and feel the same. Pulling on
her rubber gloves she checks everything’s prepared on her trolley.
     
    Wills mentions that I’m newly single.
     
    “Oh darling, your pussy is in the best hands
possible. I will make sure that she impresses anybody that comes into contact
with her, including myself... So what will it be?” She rubs her hands together
as though she’s about to rustle us up some cocktails.
     
    “Erm… well I’m not sure anybody is going to see her anytime soon but I’ve decided on the French waxing please… if that’s
ok with you? If it’s not possible… then um… perhaps just a tidy up—” I shift
about under the towel not liking the spotlight on me. Not that Marcella isn’t
lovely, she is and this place is great too but how is having my pubic hair
pampered going to make me feel any different?
     
    “Nonsense, nonsense, I own this salon for a
reason. I am capable of making even the most disgraceful looking vaginas
look desirable. Nothing is impossibile! ” She lifts up the towel. “Can
we lose this?” Then pulls the G to one side. “And this? If you don’t mind
please darling. I know it’s the rules but I work so much better when I can see
my entire canvas.” I nod and shrug, mesmerised by her accent once again. I’m
not sure if it’s because I’m at ease with Marcella or I’m petrified of her, but
either way – fuck It. Glancing at Wills she raises her eyebrows and smiles.
Marcella folds the towel and places it on her lap then tears away the G with an
experts touch, disposing of it in the bin on her trolley.
     
    “Right then—” She is studying my pubic hair in
the exact same way my hairdresser looks at my hair when I haven’t been in a
while. “Well, this is definitely a neatly pruned married pussy darling.
She is screaming for me to release her potential. With a body and a face like
yours, you will be fighting the men off so let’s make sure you’re looking incredibile everywhere.” Marcella indicates for me to put my left leg in the frog position
and then applies cleanser and powder. Then comes the familiar pleasure and
pain; pleasure of the feeling when the spatula spreads warm wax over my skin
and pain when the inevitable strips are ripped away.
     
    I hold my leg up from under my knee so she can
tackle underneath and I’m surprisingly unfazed when usually I’d be cringing to
death, waffling on about the weather. I dig my nails into my leg a few times
when the more sensitive areas are done. The easy conversation keeps me
distracted, Marcella keeps trying to persuade me to have some pubic crystals. I
swear she takes so much pride in her work that I wouldn’t be surprised if she
gets a permanent marker out to autograph me.
     
    Marcella’s professional work makes the session
fly by and soon enough my right side is done too. She applies soothing balm all
over and inspects me closely, using tweezers to pluck me to a perfectly formed
thin landing strip “worthy of the red carpet” apparently.
     
    “Finito, sei bellissima! Bella Bethany!”
Marcella shows me her handy work with pride via a handheld mirror. Impressive
stuff, I think I may go for the pubic crystals next time. She encourages Wills
to critique as though it’s an art exhibition. “I now pronounce this pussy officially
divorced.” At least she doesn’t have to wait for two years! “Congratulations! She
looks good enough to eat.” Laughter erupts once more, drowning out the
speakers. I slip off the bed and get dressed, without bothering with the screen
this time, rendering it a pointless formality now after all that.
     
    Before we say our goodbyes I find out that the
enchanting piano piece that’s been playing in the background the entire time is
by an Italian pianist called Ludovico Einaudi. It’s a must have for my