Page 92 of That First Night
It’s the day before the charity event and I have successfully found the perfect dress and shoes to go with it. Every part of me hated buying both items because I am almost positive that it costs more than I have made in the last few months, even with my ridiculous wage working for Thomas.
Guilt creeps up as I stare down at my bags in the coffee shop with the girls.
The dress is perfect, though. I went with a long sleeve, floor length black gown. The dress has an A-line frame with a plunging V-neckline. It’s so deep that I can’t wear a bra with it, but the dress has built-ins. Avery insisted I get this one because she loved the look of my long legs with the high slit up the side of the dress.
Everything about this dress made me feel so incredibly sexy when I had it on in the dressing room. At the next store we went to, I was able to find the most perfect red bottom, black strapless heels. Surprisingly comfortable and very easy to walk in.
The girls treated me to a spa day to prepare myself for tomorrow. We got facials, manicures, and pedicures. Then we went to a salon, and we all got our hair done. I didn’t change anything to the color because I love my golden locks and I feel like they make me, me. But I did get a little trim and added some layers to it. It was probably the best blow out I have ever had in my life too. I truly feel like a new woman.
“One last stop,” Kali says, clicking away on her phone.
“What else could we possibly do?” I ask. “We got facials, manicures and our hair done. That seems like everything on our checklist.”
“That’s just the checklist we gave you.” Avery smirks, also clicking away on her phone.
“What the fuck else is there?”
“We’re going for a vajacial,” Avery smiles from her phone.
“A vaj—” I stutter. “A what?”
“A vajacial.” Avery laughs. “You know, like a facial for your vajayjay.”
“This cannot fucking be a thing.”
“It is,” Kali adds. “It feels fucking amazing.”
“You’ve had one of these vagina facials too?” I ask in straight horror. The thought of all of this sounds like a lot. The fact that both of them seem to have had it done before and I have never even heard of it, blows my mind.
“We both have,” Avery cuts in. “It’s a quick fifteen-minute thing. In and out like trout. They put on some great lotion and a little steam—”
“Steam?” I ask, horrified. “On my pussy?”
“Oh, yes. Girl, yes.” Avery continues laughing. “It turns you into a whole new woman down there. Little rip rip and you have the softest kitty in the city for like a month.”
“This can’t be a real thing.”
“You’re gonna become addicted.” Kali chuckles.
“I don’t see how I ever will. This sounds absolutely horrible.”
“You will,” Avery affirms. “First is the worst, but after a few, you’re basically a professional. You will look at yourself differently down there.”
My fingertips find my temples as I begin to rub small circles. “I think I’m in an alternate universe.”
“Come on,” Kali says, standing from her seat. “The Uber is here to take us there.”
Words don’t come out of my mouth as I get up to follow them, hoping that maybe I just fell asleep and am dreaming that these two are taking me to get my pussy waxed right now. No, not waxing. A fucking vajacial.
An hour later, we walked out of the tiny salon feeling slightly embarrassed but also rejuvenated. I have never, in my life, even had a simple waxing done. I have gotten my eyebrows done here and there, but that is a luxury for me. However, this… feels incredible. I sort of want to do this often.
“Well,” Avery asks.
“It wasn’t terrible.” I shrug with a smirk.
“Get the fuck out,” Avery laughs loudly. “You know you have the softest kitty right now and are absolutely loving it. Thomas is going to die when he sees it.”
That thought didn’t even cross my mind. Of course he’s going to see it. He’s going to see it up close and personal. The thought sends shivers down my spine and butterflies swarm in my belly with anticipation. God, just the thought of him drives me absolutely wild.
