Attention To Detail Is A Lost Art For Everyone Except One Descriptive Bikini Waxer
As someone with slight memory issues, I can appreciate what this waxer was trying to accomplish. Can you imagine the details you must need to keep in your head to become a top-tier waxer? You gotta remember everything. Every 10 minutes or so, a new client with a different pussy comes sliding into your salon and wants the newest tiktok pubic trend. As the bikini wax getter, you're a little overwhelmed thinking about all the pussies that have been waxed there just this morning. Nevertheless, you continue to walk in the door.
Now, picture yourself entering a cozy little salon, filled with calming music and the scent of lavender. You're greeted by a friendly esthetician who hands you a cup of herbal tea and a stack of magazines to keep you entertained. For a moment, you forget that you have thick Italian hair flowing from ankle to asshole. You remember again and your throat gets a lump so large that it feels like a hairball. As you take a seat and prepare for your transformation, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The last time you came here, your vagina bleed for a week and it ain't the usual kind. Not period stuff but you need to push through this fear. If you're gonna get a cleaned-up labia just a touch of bush left over, a little bit of blood cant be standing in the way.
For our brave babe with thick Italian hair, things are about to get real. They lie back on the table, anxiously clutching the edges, and await their fate. The esthetician, equipped with a pot of hot wax and a steely determination, assures them that everything will be just fine. They've seen it all, or so they claim.
As the wax starts to spread, our hero's eyes begin to widen in disbelief. It's as if the wax is embarking on a mission to conquer each hair follicle with an iron grip so tight that Mussolini himself would be impressed. But hey, no worries, it's all part of the adventure of getting that perfect pussy fade.
It's the moment of truth when the wax is pulled off, revealing the transformed bikini area. BEAUTIFUL! The thick hair, once a symbol of untamed wilderness, has vanished like a magician's trick inside a wizard's sleeve.
After admiring the perfect pruned pubes, you get up and begin to weep. You clutch the esthetician between your breasts and thank her for servicing your severally overgrown privates. You waltz out of the salon feeling better than you have at any point since giving birth over six months ago. Who knew having dope-ass pubes could be such a pick-me-up? We all do now… we all do.
