Plucked

The peacock woman sneered, “I can’t believe they left all that hair. They should have taken care of it already.”

I was about to explain that the beautician at the first place I was held had cut my hair, but realized what she meant when she pulled wax from a drawer and set it on the table in front of a large mirror.

“I… I just shave,” I said, recalling a bad memory of the last time that I suffered through a waxing with my college friends.

“Be quiet, girl,” she said, completely unsympathetically. “Lay there and let me work. You’re going to put me behind already.”

What came next involved an embarrassing series of events, including peacock woman applying wax, pulling it off, me screaming so loudly that the guard came to check on us, and me hurriedly trying to cover my stinging bits. Anyway, the point isn’t that I’m terribly averse to waxing, but that I just went through something that got my blood pumping and, maybe, excuses the urge that came next.

As I rose and sat on the edge of the table, peacock woman had already returned, tossing me a microscopic thong with straps that seemed to rise forever.

I was about to complain, but I stopped short when I saw the dress she picked out for me. It was a black dress that gave off a dark red gleam when the light hit it just the right way. The top had a high neck and no appreciable shoulders. The chest was split with a large diamond cutout between the breasts. Just below the breasts, the waist cinched tight before splitting again at the sides, leaving two curtains to hang down in the front and back from waist height.

“Um, that’s a nice dress and all, but does it come in size ten?” I asked, though I actually wanted something that wasn’t going to flash my panties with every step.

“No, you’ll wear this,” she said, brooking no arguments.

I sighed as she handed me the dress and I slipped it over my head. Unsurprisingly, it felt like my organs were being squished into unnatural places as the peacock woman **** the zipper up my back.

It was when she was reaching in to wrap the collar around my neck that the niggling urge that had been lurking in the corner of my mind asserted itself as my most pressing concern.