Exposed in the salon

Struggling to cover herself as she reached for the keys in her purse, Amira staggered over to her car, not wanting to keep Ahmed waiting as he already had his hand on the passenger door.

They got in the car, and Amira felt the seatbelt slide across her lap, and just above her breasts, chafing her right nipple as she buckled in and started the car.

"You know," Ahmed laughed nervously, "maybe I should suckle you and become your foster son. Then it would be okay for you to be naked around me."

Amira just turned and looked at Ahmed with a gaping mouth. Ahmed saw that she was unamused and quickly silenced himself as Amira drove to the salon, the awkwardness hanging in the air for the drive.

Getting out of the car, Amira wrapped her arms around herself and briskly walked down the sidewalk, entering the salon as all the customers turned their heads to stare at her. Not wanting to start the conversation, she stood nude in front of the desk for the ten seconds it took for Ahmed to catch up, though it felt like an eternity as Amira could sense everyone's eyes digging into her nude backside (let alone her - the least of her concerns right now - flowing black hair). Amira noticed that the receptionist Fatima was unveiled, but wearing scrubs and a blue face mask.

"Fatima," Ahmed took hold of the conversation, "Amira here needs to get the sensitive areas..." he pried Amira's right hand off her crotch to expose her wiry bush to Fatima, whose widening eyes and raised eyebrows were the only visible signs of her shock at Amira's unkempt pubic hair, "cleaned and lasered."

"Certainly, right this way!" Fatima walked from behind the desk to lead Amira to the stirrups to get shaved and lasered. Amira hoped that a) the operation would happen in a private room, and b) Ahmed would keep her modesty and excuse himself, but knowing her luck today she figured there was a big possibility neither would happen.