Waxing and tattoos

The salon’s frosted glass door swung shut behind them with a whisper of chilled air, the scent of lavender and warm wax wrapping around them as Leslie guided Brandy toward the reception desk. Brandy’s fingers knotted in the hem of her sundress, her thighs pressing together at the thought of what came next.

"You’re virgin hair?" Leslie teased, leaning against the glossy white counter where a woman with a sleek ponytail tapped at a tablet. "Don’t worry, baby. Sally she the best—she does my Brazilians every month."

As they talked Sally saw Leslie and came over to them. Hey girl it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you in here yea I know we here to get waxed. Who’s this beauty you have with you. This is Brandy she here for her first ever waxing. Sally said oh really I’ll be gentle with her.

So you want the usual yes you know what Craig likes he likes all gone except leave a little landing strip above the pussy like he likes.

Leslie's fingers tightened around Brandy's wrist as she pulled her toward the plush waxing room, the scent of lavender and almond oil thickening in the air. "Watch closely, baby," she murmured, her lips brushing Brandy's earlobe as Sally snapped on latex gloves with a practiced flick of her wrists. The wax pot hummed, golden resin swirling as Leslie climbed onto the table with effortless grace, her sundress already rucked up around her hips. Brandy's throat went dry at the sight of Leslie's bare thighs, the smooth skin gleaming under the salon's soft pink lights.

Brandy’s breath hitched as Sally nudged Leslie’s thighs wider, the warm wax glistening on the wooden spatula in her hand. Leslie exhaled sharply through her nose, fingers curling into the paper-lined table as Sally smoothed the molten strip just above her dark curls. The rip came fast—Leslie’s hips jerked, but her smirk never faltered, even as her knuckles whitened. Brandy’s own skin prickled in sympathy, her thighs pressing tighter together at the sticky sound of hair being torn free.

Sally flicked the used strip into the trash with a practiced motion, her eyes flicking up to Brandy’s flushed face. “See, baby?

Sally’s fingers lingered just a moment too long as she smoothed the final strip of wax along Leslie’s inner thigh, her nail grazing the damp heat between her legs. Leslie’s breath hitched—a sharp, wet sound—as her hips lifted instinctively off the table, the paper crinkling beneath her.

“Someone’s enjoying herself,” Sally murmured, peeling the strip away with a slow, deliberate pull that drew a shudder from Leslie’s spine. A glistening sheen coated Leslie’s freshly bare skin, her thighs trembling as Sally dabbed away excess wax with a practiced hand.

Sally’s gloved fingers parted Leslie's glistening folds with deliberate slowness, the overhead lights catching every dewy detail as she angled Leslie's hips toward Brandy. "See how pretty she is now?" Sally purred, pressing two fingers just below Leslie's freshly waxed mound to expose the flushed pink beneath. Leslie whimpered, her thighs tensing as the cold air hit sensitive skin, her swollen clit twitching visibly under their combined gaze. Brandy's nails dug into her own thighs through the sundress fabric, her mouth gone dry at the way Leslie's hips rolled instinctively toward Sally’s teasing touch.

Sally’s thumb pressed into the delicate strip of dark hair left above Leslie’s glistening folds, spreading her wider as she reached for the pot of wax again. "Just a little touch-up here," she murmured, dragging the warm resin in a precise line along the edges of the landing strip. Brandy could see Leslie’s muscles tense—the sharp inhale, the way her toes curled against the table—before the rip came, leaving the trimmed patch perfectly symmetrical, a dark accent against bare, flushed skin.

Leslie exhaled shakily, her hips sinking back onto the paper as Sally dabbed cooling oil along the sensitive skin.

Leslie arched an eyebrow at Sally command, her lips curling into that familiar smirk as she rolled onto her stomach with feline grace. The paper liner crinkled beneath her as she lifted her hips, presenting the smooth, round curves of her ass with deliberate slowness. Brandy's breath caught at the sight—the dimpled flesh still faintly pink from earlier waxing, the shadow between her cheeks glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

Sally’s gloved hands settled on Leslie's waist, thumbs pressing into the small of her back as she guided her higher. "That's it, sweetheart," she murmured, the wax pot hissing as she dipped her spatula into the molten gold.

The wax glistened as Sally spread it in a molten stripe down the crease of Leslie's ass, her fingers splaying the rounded flesh apart with clinical precision. Brandy's lips parted at the obscene wet gleam between Leslie's thighs—pearls of arousal dripping onto the wax paper beneath her, each slow exhale making her pussy clench around nothing. Sally’s nail grazed the swollen rim of Leslie's hole as she positioned the strip, drawing a whimper that vibrated through the table.

"Hold still, sugar," Sally murmured, her thumb pressing a cruel inch inside Leslie's crease just as she ripped the strip away.

Sally’s palm cracked against Leslie’s bare ass with a sharp, stinging slap, the sound echoing off the salon’s tiled walls. Leslie gasped, her back arching as the impact sent a visible ripple through her wax-slick skin, the flushed imprint of Tammy’s fingers blooming across her cheek.

"All done, sugar," Sally purred, dragging her thumb over the reddened flesh in slow, soothing circles while Leslie shivered beneath her touch. A thin sheen of sweat glistened along Leslie’s spine as she pressed her forehead against the table, her breath coming in uneven bursts.

Leslie lifted her head, strands of hair clinging to her damp forehead as she locked eyes with Brandy. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips as she dragged one fingertip through the sheen of arousal on the wax paper. "Your turn, sweetheart," she purred, her voice husky with promise.

Sally snapped off her gloves with a practiced flick of her wrists, the latex snapping against her skin as she reached for a fresh pair. The crinkle of the packaging filled the heavy silence as Brandy's breath hitched. Leslie rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow, her freshly waxed skin catching the light as she traced idle circles around one peaked nipple.