Jon gulped as she entered into the partitioned room. It was so serene on the inside, in direct contrast to how she felt. Dark smooth colors covered one wall. There was a chair in two of the corners, with short tables and a soft lamp. To one side was a white rolling tray holding a variety of appliances, most of which Jon did not recognize. Finally there was the bed. It was tan pleather with a rounded donut shape on one side for a customer to rest face down.
"Alright!" The attendant declared. "So you're getting the full body and bikini. Hop on up." She began to unfold a white sheet and smiled. "Is this your first time?"
Jon nodded.
"Well, Hey, it's nothing I haven't seen before! I'll step on out and you can strip down to your panties. There's a towel over there, just cover up, and I'll be right back!" Her voice carried with it far too much optimism for Jon's liking, yet perhaps because of that optimism she was a little more at ease.
She blushed as she stripped down and meticulously folded her clothes to place one of the seats. After covering up with the towel and lying down, the attendant knocked, then returned with a few more supplies.
"Alright, love, lean up for me..." She propped the bed up into a reclining position. "If you'll just close you're eyes we'll get started with your face, and work our way down."
She puts her hands on her hips. "Do you have any preference for shape?"
Jon just shakes her head. "Not really... What do you suggest."
The girls seems to brighten up, and flashes a smile. "Well! You've got a shorter heart shaped face, almost round, so what we want is a higher arch, and a sharper angle on it. that'll really give you a dramatic flair to your face."
Jon wasn't really sure if "Dramatic flair" was what she was looking for, but considered that it was probably all just fluff talk anyway. She smiled and agreed. "Ok, shounds good. Let'sh do that."
The girl set to work, lining a light layer of wax around her eyes. It was warm, and felt good. The girl tapped it a few times, applying some sort of muslin. That also felt good. Jon was starting to relax when. "SHHHT!" The stuff tore free, bringing a sizable chunk of her eyebrow with it! Jon gasped, both at the stinging pain and the realization that this was no small change to her facial features. Before she had time to protest, the process had already been repeated, followed by another, and then another, "SHHT", "SHHH", "SHHHHT!" Every tug stripped her face of more hair until the lady finally began to pluck with tweezers all around Jon's watering eyes.
A moment later she applied some sort of balm, then offered a mirror for Jon to look. "What do you think?" The girl queried.
She nearly gasped when she saw her face, and would have dropped the mirror had she been holding it. The look really did give her otherwise soft and unastounding features a very dramatic intensity about them. She looked side to side, yet no matter what angle she approached the mirror from her face always had a certain demanding presence about it.
The attendant put up the mirror, then continued a similar process elsewhere. Her upper lip was next, which hurt more, but was much quicker. Her armpits were next, and to Jon's embarrassment, they were completely hairy, having had no prior grooming. The attendant took multiple consecutive strips before everything was soft and smooth. Her arms thighs and calves followed quickly, with long strips of muslin, and full lengths of that hot wax... She shivered more than once during the process. Everything felt so much cooler. Strangely however, her legs felt more numb without the delicate hairs sticking up. She had expected the opposite, and yet when she ran her fingers along the smooth flesh, she did find the expected tingle.
Last was the bikini wax... The lady was very modest about it, and took very little time. She had Jon lie there with one leg striaght, and the other leg bent. She covered the inner thigh of the bent leg with wax, and repeated the process. This time, it did hurt, and her eyes did a little more than water. She was confident that her soft cries of "Eeeep!" and "Aie!" could be heard on the other side of the door, yet as quick as it started it was over. With a smile the Attendant urged her to change back, and meet on the Salon floor to get her hair done.
