Amelia nervously laid back on the pillow, reminding herself that this is what she had been wanting for months, maybe even years.
"Move your legs apart a little bit. That's right, just like that."
Amelia felt something warm brush against her thigh and closed her eyes, torn between wanting to continue and wanting it all to end.
Feelings of panic overwhelmed her, and Amelia could take it no more, raising her head from the pillow and shouting, "Stop - I can't!"
"Too late, sweetie," said the aesthetician as she gripped the strip of now-cool wax and ripped it off Amelia's thigh before applying a cool compress to her newly groomed bikini line.
Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge's Blog for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "wax"
There are many ways that last sentence could have gone. Nice six!
ReplyDeleteSO many ways! Thanks!
DeleteIt remains a horror for some, like tattoos.
ReplyDeleteAgreed!
DeleteOkay, I was thinking, Dyanne, where are you going with this! Whew!
ReplyDeleteMy husband thought the same thing!
DeletePlot twist!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely!
DeleteNo way in helvetica would I have anything waxed. Good six.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's not fun. And thanks!
DeleteYou led us down one path....and then the old switcheroo... ouch!! Just say no to waxing, lol.
ReplyDeleteA gripping story! :-)
ReplyDeleteHaha! Thanks, Romi!
Deleteoh man! can I identify with this Six!*
ReplyDelete* l (definitely) ol
I'm sure you have it done weekly!
DeleteOuch! Ouch! Ouch! Nope...not on my watch! LOL
ReplyDeleteIt hurt just writing it!
DeleteOh, she's going to be glad when it's all over, i hope she likes the results.
ReplyDeleteI hope she finished the job!
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