4. Day 2 of Probation - 5, Waxing
When I opened the door and stepped inside, the shop's interior proved to be a modern design in light gray.
"Welcome~"
The woman at the desk by the door greeted me in a bright voice. The desk stood a little higher than waist height, so her lower half was hidden from view, but her upper body was wrapped in a flamboyant bikini top—red, yellow, and orange patterns on a blue background. Triangle cups joined by strings barely managed to contain her enormous breasts.
She had long, wavy light-brown hair, and her skin was a deep bronze, as if she tanned regularly. My eyes went straight to the I-shaped line of cleavage the bikini carved through that brown skin.
"Ah! Yes... I have a reservation."
"You're Mr. Juhan, correct?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Right on time. I'm Sora, and I'll be taking care of you today. Feel free to speak casually with me. Now then, let me show you inside."
The woman raised a hand from the desk, gestured toward the interior, and walked ahead of me. She wore strappy sandals that looked made for the beach, and even without a heel she stood about as tall as I did. Her bottoms were a bikini as well, matching the top, tied with ribbons at both hips.
From behind, below the small inverted triangle of fabric at her waist, the string vanished between her cheeks and left her ass entirely on display. That glossy brown flesh jiggling this way and that with every step sent blood surging back into my cock.
I followed her down a narrow corridor for a short while and stepped through the door she held open. The room was far brighter than the front. A neatly made bed sat slightly off-center toward the wall, a few standing lamps stood around it, and wooden rolling shelves stocked with cylinders and tools of every kind lined the space.
"You're booked for premium Brazilian waxing. Shall we proceed as scheduled?"
"Huh? Did I book that? What... what exactly is that?"
Apparently the reservation page I'd skimmed over had said something to that effect.
"Speak however you like. Here's your reservation information. This is your first time at our shop, isn't it? Then let's start with a consultation and decide after that. Could you undress and get up on the bed? You can put your clothes in that blue cloth basket there."
"Huh? You want everything off?"
"Yes. If I check the amount and thickness of your body hair with my own eyes while we talk, I can give you exactly the result you want."
"Yes... I mean, uh, sure."
Standing in front of the bed, I peeled my clothes off one piece at a time while Sora brought over a tall round stool at waist height and sat down on it with a tablet in hand. By the time I stripped off my underwear, I could feel her gaze roaming over my bare body.
"But do waxing shops normally run things like this?"
"Probably not. But this is BD. Just look at my outfit, right?"
Spreading her arms to show off her own body, Sora made her point well enough that I had to concede.
"Fair enough."
I pulled off my underwear, dropped it into the basket, and climbed onto the bed, absently running a hand over myself.
"Lie down and get comfortable."
Sora rose and adjusted the pillow into position for me. I rested my head on the plush pillow and lay down flat.
"I'll take a look for a moment. Mm~. You're on the hairy side, and it runs long, too."
Starting from my toes, Sora stroked every part of me while pressing her face in close to inspect. She took my half-hard cock in hand without a moment's hesitation, tilting it this way and that to examine every nook and cranny. She lifted my balls and smoothed out the wrinkles. She even parted my legs slightly to see the insides of my thighs. She was close enough that I could feel her breath on my skin, so I just kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling.
After my belly and chest, she even pulled at the hairs curling around my nipples to check them, then had me raise my arms so she could inspect my armpits.
"Now please turn over."
"Okay."
She examined my backside the same way, starting from my toes and working up to my ass.
"There are some longer hairs on your buttocks as well. I'm going to spread your cheeks for a moment. Please relax."
I felt both her hands grip my cheeks and pull them apart. Her breath brushed my skin as she observed from point-blank range. Blood kept pooling in my cock no matter what I did, so I tried to think about something else.
Only after she let go of my cheeks and checked over my back and shoulders did Sora's hands finally leave my body.
"All done. Please lie on your back."
The moment I lay back down, Sora typed something into her tablet and asked:
"What's your purpose for getting waxed?"
"Ah~. Well... it's, um, when I do that, the hair kind of gets in the way."
"You can speak freely. Is it that your partner finds it uncomfortable during sex?"
"Yeah. The hair keeps ending up in her mouth."
"Then we'll do the genitals, testicles, perineum, and all the way to the anus. I'd recommend extending it to the groin creases as well. You don't want it completely bare?"
"Uh. I've never waxed before..."
"Once you try it, you won't regret it. There's an option called Natural, where we leave the hair above your genitals. We can also do a Semi, just trimming it neat. Your belly, chest, and back look like they could use a cleanup too."
"Ah~. Really?"
"Your armpit hair is a bit long as well. How about doing those?"
"Armpits might be a bit much..."
"Shall we just trim them, then?"
"Uh, sure."
"If that's the case, how about trying a full body once? It's more comfortable than you'd think, and nobody looks at you strangely. Nobody presses their face right up against your skin checking for stray hairs like I just did."
"Hmm~. Really?"
"I'm telling you. A bare crotch with a forest on your arms and legs looks far stranger."
"That's... true."
"If you visit about once a month and keep up with the maintenance, you'll never be inconvenienced. And if you try it and hate it, hair grows back quickly—you can return to normal whenever you like."
"I suppose... Then that Semi thing... how about leaving the area above my genitals and my armpits?"
"Yes, understood. So we'll do a full body, leaving the armpits and the area above your genitals partially intact. You'll be taking the skin care as well, right?"
"Yeah. If it's necessary, I might as well."
"Would you like your face done too?"
"No, not the face..."
"Then, as for the price... Since you're an O, the member rate applies, and with an additional discount it comes to 70 Gol. One more waxer besides me will be assisting. You have more hair than I expected. You can figure on about two hours. That's all right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Then we'll begin. Oh, you'll need to release that band as well."
Sora pointed at the smart band on my wrist.
"Oh, one sec."
I fished my phone out of the basket where I'd left my clothes, opened the Safety app, and selected band release. I set the duration for two and a half hours, and after briefly agonizing over the reason field—glancing at Sora standing there waiting—I simply wrote "waxing," the honest truth. I unfastened the band and dropped it into the basket with my phone.
"We'll shower first. Get up, put on a robe and slippers, and follow me."
I slipped into the brown robe Sora handed me, stepped into the brown cloth slippers she'd brought, and followed her out of the room.
We walked a short way down the corridor, and I opened a door and entered the room. The room Sora and I stepped into had doors on both sides. To the left of the door stood a mirror and shelves; on the right, drawers and a clothes rack. When Sora opened the door on the opposite side, the space beyond was a shower room. Inside stood a woman wearing a bikini much like Sora's. The moment her eyes met mine, she bowed her head in greeting.
"Good morning. I am called Monica."
Her reddish-brown skin and her way of speaking told me she wasn't Korean. Sora explained right away:
"Monica came to us from the Philippines. She's the second waxer who'll be working with me today."
"Oh. Okay."
Dark-skinned and slightly shorter than Sora, Monica had a fine figure all the same. Thin, long eyebrows were her distinguishing feature.
"Take off the robe and come in."
With that, Sora stepped into the shower room. I removed the robe, hung it on the rack, and went in after her.
Inside the shower room, Sora and Monica took up positions in front of me and behind me, sandwiching me between them.
"Feel free to hold onto me or Monica, whichever is comfortable."
After spraying me down evenly with the showerhead, they lathered every corner of my body with shower sponges. All I had to do was stand there with my legs spread to shoulder width, hands resting on Monica's or Sora's bodies.
"Juhan, hold onto Monica and bend forward at the waist."
Monica stood and took my arms, wrapping them around her neck. The height difference between us naturally tipped my upper body forward a little.
"A leetle more forward, please."
"Huh? Okay."
At her words, I hugged Monica closer and bent further down. Then Sora gripped my ass and spread it open.
"I'll wash your back side for you."
"Huh??"
Before I could get a word out, the soft sponge slipped into the crevice between my cheeks. Sora ran it back and forth several times, washing me thoroughly clean. In that fashion I was scrubbed meticulously all the way to my armpits before we left the bathroom.
In the room with the mirror, Monica and Sora toweled me down front and back with huge towels. At their requests I lifted my arms and legs so they could chase down every last drop of moisture. Then they dried my whole body with a dryer blowing cool air.
"There can't be any moisture when we wax, you see."
"Oh, really?"
Once I was fully dried, we returned to the room where I'd undressed and I lay down on the bed. From there, care products went onto every inch of my body and the waxing began, slow and methodical.
Sora fetched grooming scissors and trimmed down the long hairs—my armpits, the area around my genitals, and anywhere else that grew especially long. While Sora tidied my hair, Monica brought over the melted wax.
"Let me have you check the temperature."
Monica dripped a little wax onto the inside of my arm. It was hot, but not unbearably so. Sora put away the scissors and asked:
"Is it all right?"
"Yeah, it's fine."
With my answer, the real work began in earnest: they turned me this way and that to cover my whole body, and then the cycle repeated—warm wax applied, feeling just a touch too hot, then the hair stripped away. First, Sora and Monica each took one of my arms and removed the hair from it.
Riiip~
"Hnn~."
Shrrrip~
"Mm."
Rip
"Hnn."
The arms were more bearable than I'd expected. After the wax came off, they went over my arms with fine tweezers, peering closely and plucking out every remaining hair. Next came the chest. The chest hurt more than the arms did. The nipples especially—I barely endured it, biting my lip. When my upper body was finished, Sora went off to one side of the room and came back with a cushion.
"It'll be easier to bear if you hug this."
"Okay, thanks."
With genuine gratitude, I squeezed the cushion tight against my chest.
Next were the legs. Monica and Sora each took a foot and worked slowly upward from the toes. Whether it was thanks to the cushion or not, the legs were easier to take.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, I did feel the regret creep in—why had I done a full body, no, why had I come here at all—but following Sora's directions, shifting positions on cue, I had no choice but to take it quietly.
I'd agreed to this, and backing out now would be pathetic; besides, with parts of me already bare, quitting halfway would only look stranger. So endure it I would.
The pain peaked when they did my balls.
"This part hurts quite a lot~"
Rip~
Sora had warned me in advance, but I couldn't hold back the sound.
"Huurgh~~!!! Mmph~~! Hrk~."
When they worked on my cock, it stood up despite my every intention, but Sora and Monica paid it no mind whatsoever, maneuvering it this way and that as they waxed. After the two women pressed their faces right up against my dick and stripped away even the last stray hairs, the front was finished.
Next I rolled over onto my stomach and they waxed my back. The back went far faster than the front had. But the most humiliating position was still to come.
In what they called the cat position—ass hoisted high—they removed the hair from my anus and perineum. That was when I regretted it most of all.
Rii~ip~~
"Huurgh!!~"
The endless stretch of time finally came to an end with my anus as the last stop. Sora pressed her face close over my entire body one final time to check the results, then:
"Thank you for your hard work through such a long session. You bore it very well. The painful part is over now. I'll move on to soothing your skin."
Only after a cold compress and some unidentifiable gel had been applied did the waxing truly end.
"Would you like me to finish you off?"
With the waxing done, Sora asked while giving my cock a light squeeze. Any other day I'd have accepted without a second thought, but right now all I wanted was to get out of there as fast as possible. I checked my phone for no particular reason and said:
"No, I'm good. I've got a lunch appointment."
"I see. What a shame. Next time it'll take far less than this. You can get dressed and come on out."
Sora and Monica tidied away the used products and left the room ahead of me. Watching that bouncy bronze ass sway as she went, I wondered if I'd refused for nothing—but that bus had already left the station.
Dressed and heading toward the entrance, I found Sora and Monica waiting at the desk.
"Let me help you with payment."
"Sure. I just use that Gol thing, right?"
"Yes. In the Garden app, go into the Garden Points menu and there's an on-site payment option."
"Okay."
I took out my phone, selected the on-site payment Sora had described, and scanned the QR code she displayed on her tablet. The payment went through.
Confirming the payment, Sora handed me a shopping bag.
"Aftercare is essential after a waxing. Avoid intense exercise and saunas for about three days. From the fifth day onward, use the scrub inside the bag two or three times a week to exfoliate. We recommend resting from sex for a day or two, but you're an O, so that'll be hard on you, won't it? When you do, apply the ointment in the bag to the contact areas first. Your As will know exactly what to do—just mention it and they'll take care of everything."
"Mm. Got it."
"Shall I book your next appointment for a month from now?"
"Ah... uh... yeah. Do that."
"You're all booked. You can change the reservation anytime in the app. Have a wonderful day~"
"Yeah, take care."
By the time I came to my senses, I was somehow already outside the shop, through the door Sora held open for me. Once out, I checked the time: 12:45.