Page 48 of My Totally Unfair Deal

TWENTY-TWO

ELIZA

“Please,stopppp!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “I can’t breathe!”

“Impossible. You’re still talking.”

“Can we go a bit slower, please?” I beg. “This shit really hurts.”

“That’s how you know it’s working.” She pulls a wax strip off my leg.

Mid-groan, I feel her placing a warm strip against my pussy.

“No.” I sit up. “I’m not wearing anything that’ll show that. Wash it off now or I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

She gasps and rushes out of the room.

Grateful for a break from the torture, I sit up. My skin is red and blotchy all over, and I feel like shit.

Where is my phone?

As I’m rummaging through a stack of towels for it, Frederick clears his throat from behind me.

“One of my loves has told me that there’s a problem,” he says. “What’s going on?”

“I didn’t sign up to get my vagina waxed, so I’ll be skipping that part of the program.”

“Your vagina?” He walks around the table, and I don’t even bother to cover myself. “Is that what you said?”

“Yes. Va-gi-na.”

“I guess I’m shocked to hear you say that word, Miss Eliza, seeing as though that’s not a vagina between your legs. That’s an untamed bush that could set an entire forest on fire.”

I gasp.

“You will let us wax it, because if we don’t, it will look like you stuffed cotton balls in your panties whenever you wear tight dresses.”

Several hours later, I’m lying in my bed, but I’m not being allowed to sleep. My right hand is being buffed and scrubbed, while my left nails are being treated to UV rays under a machine.

The other minion is examining my legs and plucking any ingrown hairs that escaped the waxing process.

Mom definitely never told me about all this…

TWENTY THREE

HARRISON

Frederick

We need a few more extra days to work on your friend.

Why? She doesn’t need THAT much help…

Can we have the extra time or not?

Absolutely.

TWENTY-FOUR

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