Refuse...at first

"Look I don't know what she told you but" *click* "What the hell?" Nikki stood holding her phone in one hand.

"You can lie down or I can upload this to all our social media accounts of you in your tight yoga pants and your cute little panties peaking out on your hips. We have nearly a million followers in this city alone. So what's it gonna be?"

You had **** you laid down on what looked like a strange recliner. "Now you're gonna want to hold really still." You felt nikki shuck your pants to your knees. Before you could complain she started spreading a warm gel over your crotch. "Now before we go any further are you absolutely positive you're being honest?" Why tell the truth now? It's just a little shave. You nod. "Okay if you say so." Instead of reaching for a razor she pulled out a piece of what looked like a white cloth and placed it over a patch of hair. "We're gonna make you such a pretty girl." Before you could ask what that meant she ripped the hair out of your crotch.

"Mother fucker!" you screamed in agony.]

"Oh dont be such a pussy." She added more gel and repeated the process.

It took a painstakingly long hour to wax all the hair from your body and face leaving only perfectly femininely arched eyebrows. "Now that we got all that nasty hair out of the way we can get to work."