Free London Lace, #2 by Catou Martine Page A

like Garbo.”
    Eliza shook her head. “Too thin. Too dramatic. Actually, I need the help a little lower.”
    Kenzi raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow then quickly glanced over her shoulder. “The girls are busy. I’ll do you myself. We have one room open and everything’s warmed up and ready to go.”
    “Thank you,” said Eliza slipping out of her coat. Kenzi led her toward the back of the salon.
    A few minutes later Eliza was spread out on a table in a cozy rose-colored room being pubic-ly examined by Kenzi.
    “What can I do for you, honey? Just the edges, landing strip, traditional triangle?”
    Eliza thought for a moment. “Take it all off,” she said.
    Kenzi looked up and smiled. “Okay. Who is he?”
    “How did you know?”
    “A handful of women do the full monty just for themselves. More than that try it out once to see what it feels like, for the rest it’s like a new sex toy—and after primary school we’re quite ready to share our toys.” She winked.
    As Kenzi stirred the wax and told Eliza which position to take first, Eliza told her a little about Todd. She really had nothing left to hide from Kenzi.
    “So this is very new. Are you sure you want to bare all just now?”
    “It’s more of a whim. I want to surprise him the way he’s surprising me. Plus it kind of feels good.” Until it starts to grow back , she thought. Ah well, that would be then , this was now . “I also have a feeling things are going to move fast with him.”
    “From the sounds of it, I agree,” said Kenzi.
    The next several minutes, Eliza focused on controlling her pain.
    After Kenzi left her to dress, Eliza slid her panties and skirt back on. A tiny bit of wax hadn’t been fully removed and was now stuck to the lace trim of her thong. Under her skirt it tugged just enough to be an uncomfortable distraction. She borrowed another one of Kenzi’s wipes, dusted herself lightly with Tea Tree powder and tucked her panties in her purse.
    Eliza left the room and paid by credit card.
    “Thanks for fitting me in, Kenzi.”
    “My pleasure, honey. It’s always my pleasure to pave the way for more pleasure.” She winked. “Let me know if this lucky fellow appreciates my work. And don’t be such a stranger.”
    “I may have more reason not to be. And maybe next time I’ll let you near my eyebrows.”
    “You are such a tease, hon.” Kenzi waved her off. “Go have fun. I’ve got more pleasure work to do.”

    Hairless and panty-less under her skirt, Eliza walked down the London streets with a secret smile on her lips. Passers-by may have been looking at the hat on her head, but what might they have thought if they knew about her new ‘look’ under her skirt? More importantly, what might Sir Todd think? She wondered if —  or rather  when —she’d have the opportunity to garner his opinion…
    It really was a beautiful day—a mackerel sky, the trees tipped with tight buds, an unexpected balminess in the air promising spring was just around the corner. As Eliza joined the flow of pedestrians crossing Millennium Bridge, she thanked her lucky stars once again for getting her out of the working town of Sheffield and into the fashion flow of London. Her application to the London College of Fashion had been a long shot and if Stella hadn’t goaded her into filling out the paperwork, as a dare, and helped her put together a portfolio, Eliza might not have ever left her punk-pathetic charcoal-eye-lined past behind her. Eliza silently thanked Stella, too.
    Stopping in the middle of the bridge—she and Todd had agreed to meet ‘halfway’—Eliza gazed down into the brown swirls of the Thames. She parted her legs slightly. There were only a few boats on the water at the moment, and none close to crossing beneath the bridge, but she imagined one coming along, the captain glancing up at the pretty blue sky rippled with white clouds, seeing the steel curves of the bridge rising into view, people in suits striding