New job, new me?

Wednesday afternoon

I was sitting on the rim of my bathtub, inspecting my nude body. I had gotten into a comfortable grooming routine over the years: With winter comes pants season and I shave my legs up to mid-calf; once it’s warm again I get the wax out and rip out everything up to the top of my thighs (Yeah, it hurts but it’s quite convenient); and If I ever plan on wearing a bikini I begrudgingly shave that area too. This approach has worked perfectly fine since I’ve been a teenager. We were currently in the warm phase of the cycle, so while my legs were pretty smooth, I was staring at a substantial patch of fur above them.

It’s not like the dress code of my new employer said anything about hair but I still felt some pressure to be… presentable? (I guess that’s the right word here but it does feel a little embarrassing) On the contrary, some of the girls I saw over there on monday were hairy, like they had proper beards between their legs. But then again the principal had immaculately trimmed pubes, so I imagined there might have maybe been an expectation there and I had to do some snipping.

With scissors in hand I began trimming things down, getting them ready for the razor. Once done, however, I felt like a razor might not be the right approach here, after all this wasn’t an outing to the beach, it was long term employment and it made sense to go with a more long-lasting approach. I grabbed my wax kit and got started with the outer edges of my groin, figured that would ease me into it better. Once everything was in place I pulled and yelped in pain, it was much worse than legs. I began to have second thoughts, thought it was time to abort the plan, until I looked down.

The hair on and above my pussy looked silly bordering the freshly waxed skin, I would have to just get it over with or face the humiliation of showing off a piece of cubist hair-sculpture on myself tomorrow. Working in little patches would have just made it harder, so I slathered wax on the entire area above my kitty. Once it cooled I bit down on a towel and yanked. It was hell, my body burned as if I’d just skinned myself and tears welled up in my eyes.

It was almost over, all that was left were my lips. I had shaved my pussy once in my entire life and regretted it the very next day. I got red bumps and the itching made me squirm for a solid two weeks, but hey, this was different, I was waxing this time around. Dismissing my worries I got to work. I’ll spare you the details, it hurt, that’s all you need to know. I’ll admit, it felt nice when I ran my hands over my reddened, smooth skin, but as I traced from the top down I realized I’d forgotten one more area. Now, I didn’t think anyone would see my asshole, the thought alone made me cringe, better safe than sorry though. One more pep talk in the mirror and after a yelp I was all done.

Thank heavens for aloe vera.

Thursday morning

Noone can tell you’re half naked while you’re driving. It felt wrong to be commuting to work just like everyone around me but with absolutely nothing below my waist save for a pair of shoes. Today I was gonna be shown around the campus and as this was officially the start of my duties I had to dress the part. Looking down, I saw my skin still red from yesterday, frankly it looked indecent, the universe wasn’t making things any easier on me.

I was supposed to meet one of the secretaries in the west wing’s lobby. I got out of the car, briefcase first, to shield myself. The area was still sparsely populated, though more students started to show up today. I bit down on my lower lip, took a deep breath and power walked towards the building, being careful to keep the briefcase in front of me.

Once inside I didn’t really know how to proceed and decided to check out the map on one of the walls. While reading the diagram I felt a tap on my shoulder. I whipped my head around and was surprised at the sight of the person behind me, she was over a head taller than me and I had to look upward uncomfortably to meet her eyes. Getting my attention, she reached out a hand

“Hi, you must be Selene, I’m Nicole” - the woman said, smiling

I had probably never seen a smile this beautiful before. Her snow-white teeth perfectly contrasted her deep brown skin. My eyes traced upward along her sharp cheekbones, lingered on her brown eyes and gave a quick glance to her black, buzzed hair before dropping down to admire her body. She was skinny, with just a bit of muscle, her legs were long like a model’s, in fact that was my first thought when I saw her ‘she must be a model’.

I shook her hand and immediately felt small and ****. Not because of my size, it was her clothes - they were normal. She was wearing a floral romper, not the bare-assed outfit I expected. Sensing my discomfort, she chuckled and spoke:

“Those are just my outside clothes, I’ll change and give you a tour of the place”

She walked over to the cloakroom on the other side of the lobby, reached behind her for the zipper and let the romper fall to the ground. My jaw dropped, she was completely naked underneath. Nicole then stepped out of the garment and bent down to pick it up, keeping her long legs straight and giving me an excellent look at everything between her cheeks. Once she handed the single piece of clothing to the receptionist, she turned around and walked back toward me.

Nicole swung her hips captivatingly with every step, it was hard to unglue my eyes from them, however her breasts demanded their fair share of attention too. They weren’t big, but they bounced up and down so attractively, her dark nipples looked like little jewels that decorated her flawless body. I think I was visibly panting by the time she got back to me.

“So, shall we get started on that tour?” - Nicole winked