Chapter 1: Introduction
The bell above the salon door chimed, announcing a new arrival. I looked up from my waxing pot, assuming it was the usual suspects—a gaggle of college girls or a stressed-out soccer mom. But as I wiped my hands on my apron and pulled off my latex gloves, I blinked in surprise.
"George?" I asked, noting the tall, broad-shouldered figure standing just inside the door. His light brown hair was a little longer than I'd seen it, and he was sporting a scruffy beard. The last time I'd seen him, he'd been clean-shaven and wearing a tux.
Now, he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, looking a bit awkward and decidedly casual. I raised an eyebrow. "What brings you here, George? Not that I'm complaining, but... this is a waxing studio, not a barbershop."
He shifted his weight, leaning against the door frame. "Yeah, uh, I know. I'm here for... for a wax."
I didn't miss the way his cheeks flushed, and I bit back a laugh. "A wax? You?" I teased gently. I knew George well—he was my best friend's husband, after all.
And while he was usually the life of the party, a jokester with a quick wit, he was definitely not the type I'd expect to see in my studio. I glanced at the mirror behind him, taking in the sterile, white-tiled room, the custom-made waxing table at the center, the tray of warm wax, and the array of pain-numbing creams and soothing after-wax lotions. This was my domain, my fortress of comfortable discomfort, and it was rarely graced by men, let alone ones as tall and brooding as George.
"Well, don't just stand there," I said, gesturing him inside.
"Take a seat and tell me, what's the occasion? Did Emma put you up to this?" George's wife, Emma, had been my best friend since college. She was known for her... creative attempts at spicing up their relationship.
George chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "No, no, this was all me. I saw Emma's results after her last visit, and... I thought I'd give it a try." He paused, clearing his throat. "You know, for... for her."
I nodded, suppressing a smirk. I could only imagine the look on Emma's face when she saw George's results. "I see.
Well, you're in good hands, George." I grinned, gesturing to the table. "Hop up and let's get started."
George hesitated, then climbed onto the table, sitting on the edge. He looked at me, his hazel eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. "So, what's the process like? Emma never told me much."
I laughed, shaking my head. "Emma likes the element of surprise, huh? Well, I'll walk you through it. First thing's first, we need to trim. You're a bit...
extensive," I said, reaching for the scissors. "We'll start by trimming down the length. Don't worry, no judgment here. It's all natural."
George chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Thanks, Kindra. I appreciate it."
As I trimmed, I couldn't help but notice the sizeable thickness of his pubic hair. It was dark, almost black, and curly. I smiled to myself, thinking that George was hiding quite the package under there.
I'd seen him shirtless enough times at barbecues and pool parties to know he wasn't lacking in the muscle department, but this was a whole new level of... gift.
"Alright, George, now comes the fun part," I said, applying a thin layer of pain-numbing cream to his skin with a cotton swab. "This will help with any discomfort during the waxing process."
I let the cream sit for a few minutes, giving George time to get comfortable. Well, as comfortable as one can be with their pants off in a waxing studio. I busied myself with sanitizing the waxing tweezers and getting the wax ready.
As I worked, I couldn't help but steal a glance or two at George. He was a sight, lying back on the table, his broad chest rising and falling with each breath. He'd unbuttoned his shirt and left it hanging open, revealing a dusting of hair on his chest that matched the dark curls below.
"You know, George, I've got to admit, this is a bit of a surprise," I said, pouring the warm wax onto the spatula. "Not that I mind, of course. Always happy to have new... clients.
But I never imagined I'd be waxing one of the guys from our group. It's... unusual."
George chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, I appreciate you keeping an open mind. Emma swears by your work."
"Yes, she does," I replied, spreading the wax onto his skin. "And she's not the only one. But enough about that. How've you been, George? It's been a while since we've caught up."
He shifted slightly on the table, trying to get comfortable. "Yeah, it has. Things have been good.
Emma and I are great. How about you? Still loving your work?"
"I do," I said, smiling. "It's... interesting, to say the least. Now, George, for this next part, I'm going to need you to take your underwear off."
George hesitated, then nodded, sliding his boxers down his legs and tossing them onto the nearby chair. As he leaned back on the table, I couldn't help but gasp. There, flopping out, was... well, it was the absolute biggest cock I'd ever seen.
I blinked, my eyes wide, as I took in the sheer size of him. I'd seen my fair share of penises in my line of work, but this... this was something else entirely. It wasn't just large; it was massive.
I mean, I'd seen plenty of penises in my line of work, from tiny to Average Joe, but George was... well, he was in a league of his own. I stared for a moment, unable to help myself, then quickly shut my mouth, realizing I'd been gaping like a fish.
"George, wow, you weren't kidding about the extensive part," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. I could feel my cheeks flushing, but I didn't want him to think I was uncomfortable. After all, I was a professional, and this was just another body part to wax. Even if it was... significantly larger than usual.
George laughed nervously, his hands instinctively moving to cover himself. "Sorry, it's a bit... unexpected, isn't it?"
I chuckled, putting my hands up in a soothing gesture.
"No apologies necessary, George. I'm a professional, remember? I've seen it all before." Well, not quite like this, but he didn't need to know that.
George gave a sheepish grin and joked, "You might want to get a bigger pot of wax for this one. I think we're going to need it." "Don't worry, I've got plenty of wax. Now, let's get started, shall we?"
I applied the first strip of wax, pressing it down firmly. George tensed, his hands gripping the edges of the table.
"Okay, deep breath," I instructed. "And... rip."
George let out a hiss, his grip tightening. I could see his muscles tense, his chest rising and falling rapidly.