Brazilian Waxing: Landing Strip

My lower body is free, I'm lying on a lounger. My upper body is clothed. A woman, older than me, stands above me and speaks to me reassuringly. She tells me to pull my belly fat up and breathe in and out very slowly. “Landing Strip?” she assures herself. Panting slightly in panic, I agree.

My lower body is so wet from my fear sweat that she pats it for a while until it is dry enough to support the hot, sticky mass on me. She dabs and dabs, sometimes shaking her head, slightly annoyed. Then she spreads hot wax on my lower body. She squeezes it tightly and waits a moment for it to set. Then she motions for me to breathe in, pulling my stomach up. I follow her instructions. My heart is racing and my vision is slightly blurry, panicked stars are circling above me. Without warning me, she pulls.

The pain is strong but brief. Nothing against the fear of pain. Nothing against the fear that she will accidentally pull off my labia with the little hairs attached to them. The more sensitive the parts of the body she works on become, the thinner the skin, the more hidden, the more secretive - and accessible to few but her - the more panicked I become.

Stars circle above me, my sweaty hands clutch the huge paper towel like a kitchen towel for the body I'm lying on. She confidently motions for me to pull my knees up and hold them with my hands. I'm now lying in front of her like a child on the changing table in front of its parents. The last part is the one that scares me the least.

Maybe it's the infantile position that gives me confidence. When she's finished, she spreads a lot of white powder on me and leaves the room. I sit up and slowly put my clothes back on. First my underwear. Then I push my skirt down. I am very exhausted and very relieved. Nude, red-spotted goosebumps on my pubic area and lots of white baby powder on hers. I get cash from the ATM in front of the door, feeling a little embarrassed in front of the people who see me coming out of the store. I give relatively large tips. This polite, experienced woman has seen a lot, I think.