Page 375 of Knox Academy Omnibus
Cap follows me down to Elsie’s room, where I knock once and she promptly answers the door in a silk nightgown, her hair in curlers. I walk past her, and Adrianne is sitting in a chair with a scowl on her face. Cap waits outside. He says he’ll be right there if I need him.
“Thank god you’re here, she has waxed and plucked me within an inch of my life! I can feel a damn breeze on my coochie! It’s fucking bald! I’m a pre-teen again!”
I suck my lips inwards to stop a laugh from escaping.
“She wouldn’t even leave a landing strip!”
“It was a mess down there, a hedge trimmer was needed to regain control of that bush. You’re lucky I was here to help with that,” Elsie chastises her.
“Lucky?! Is that what you call lucky? You pinning me to a bed with your damn head between my legs checking out my damn pussy lips? It was weird! I don’t even know if I can look you in the eyes anymore. That has to class as second base for sure.”
“Stop being a drama queen, you will come to love it and I promise, next time you can have your landing strip. There was no saving it this time.”
Elsie turns her attention to me and smiles evilly.
“Oh, bloody hell,” I mutter, going full-on British in my moment of panic.
“Please let me send a photo of her between your legs to Kalen,” Adrianne begs. “It can be my Christmas present and birthday gift for the next few years.”
“Do you really want Kalen and the twins to knock the door down? For completely different reasons I might add. Kalen would want to join in and the twins would murder you both for seeing me naked.”
“You’re right. I will just save it and pull it out when I need it,” Adrianne promises with a laugh.
Elsie finishes setting up some towels on her bed. This isn’t the first time she has given me a Brazilian, the first time was horrendous and embarrassing, but now I can just pretend my best friend isn’t looking at my lady bits.
“On the bed,” she instructs with a clap of her hands and a wicked glint in her eye. I swear she gets off on causing pain.
“Okay, that's my cue to shower. Elsie seeing my coochie and me seeing yours are two vastly different things,” Adrianne says to me, making her exit towards the shower. Elsie hands me a towel, and I strip from the waist down and lie on the bed, where she has her wax pot set up on a chair right beside it.
“Ready?” she asks.
“As I’ll ever be.”
She smears the wax on and flattens out the strip, and I brace myself. I take a huge breath in as she tautens the skin.
Rip.
“Son of a bitch!” I seethe between gritted teeth. “I thought you said it gets less painful each time.”
“It does, you’re just a wimp.”
“You’re just evil.”
“Suck it up, we’re about to go again.”
She laughs as I flip her off. This would make a great torture technique and I mentally catalogue it to tell Baxter. He should add this to his bag of tricks for sure.
After ten minutes, she’s completely done and starts to pluck my eyebrows. She rambles on about how perfect tonight is going to be.
“I have to tell you something,” Elsie confesses mid-pluck. “But you can’t get mad.”
“Spit it out already.”
“I kind of switched out your dress for a new one.”
“You what? Why?”
“I saw how much you loved the red lingerie that you brought, and I had to go back to the shop to get a new set of underwear for myself, as mine met an unfortunate demise. And this amazing dress was on display and it was perfect for you.”
