Taking care of business

I exited the bar with my friends, a smile on my face. They had been cool with exposing my bush and sympathetic when I told them of my new work non-uniform, I even pulled the brochure from my purse to prove the part about the logo. We chatted while they waited for their Uber to arrive, me receiving a few remarks from sidewalk passers byes and blushing whenever someone commented on my Irish mound. I hugged both my girlfriends goodbye once the Uber arrives then started walking to my next destination.

One of the personal grooming businesses VPS recommended was only a three blocks from here and closes at eleven, only two hours and a half from now. I'm sure there were other places that were open at more reasonable hours, but I was just buzzed enough that I decided to get it over with now. Three blocks later I stood in front of a green neon sign saying We're Open and sign below proclaiming that walk-ins were welcome. Once inside I spotted a woman behind a counter and another man giving a girl a tattoo over to the side. Tattoos and personal grooming, why not? Looking at the prices on the wall I pulled out the brochure with my company's logo on it and asked the girl if I could get the design shaped between my legs. She said yes and after I paid took me into a back room with a bed in the middle and told me to lay down. She was very professional and by the time she was done shaving and trimming me I could clearly feel a breeze on my bare pussy, I thought it would take longer. When I mentioned this, she informed me she merely did the first part and that Roy would do the actual design, he does both hair and tattoos, then left the room.

My mind froze for a second. Roy? A few seconds later the big muscled guy with tattoos that was working on the girl came in with a professional looking razor and told me not to worry, that he's done this hundreds of times before, when he saw my nervous look. He pulled out a sketch of how it will look, which made feel a little better, then asked me to spread my legs so he could work more comfortably. While he was working all I could think was that with my legs spread like this he could see up my vulva. I knew people would see my pussy, but didn't think that close. Once done, he handed me a mirror and I had to admit it was a good job. Thanking him, I left the shop to go home, a now noticeably cooler breeze giving me an oddly pleasant sensation on the walk home.

Maybe not straight home?