Now it felt like I spent more of my time cleaning up Pa’s messes than getting any actual work done.
The attendant ripped off the pieces of wax, and I snarled at the pinch of pain, but it was gone quickly enough.
She did my legs which hurt more, but again, I’d felt worse, especially when I was kicked by old Marigold, our mother’s horse. After Mom passed, Marigold didn’t want anyone else getting near her. It took the better part of a year to get her to allow me or Savannah to ride her. And even then, she didn’t seem happy about it. Whoever said horses didn’t feel or grieve was out of their mind. Marigold was loyal to Momma. Too bad our momma wasn’t loyal to her, or to Savannah and me, leaving the world the way she did.
“I’m going to need you to spread your legs and hold the backs of your knees,” the attendant whispered in my ear.
Not paying much attention and keeping my eyes closed, I pulled my legs up toward my belly and held on to the backs of my knees. The attendant pushed my knees apart, and I ground down on my teeth as I displayed my lady bits.
“Wow, that’s a lot of hair,” she mumbled.
“Of course, it is.” I opened one eye to see her take the hot liquid stuff and promptly slather it over my private bits.
“Fuck!” I hollered in shocked surprise at how hot the wax was in such a sensitive area, but she held me down as she continued to apply the devil’s sticky, sap-like substance that burned like white-hot pokers being driven through my fingernails.
“What the fuck!” I wiggled my ass back and forth and could hear my sister Savannah laughing her ass off in the stall next to mine.
“Shut up, Savvy!” I yelled.
I flung my arm out to bring it up to my face so that I could bite down on my closed fist while fighting against the insane pain. Instead, my arm slammed down on the rolling cart that had the gross strips of used, hairy wax in a metal bowl.
The bowl went soaring across the room like a flying saucer in the sky before smashing against the opposite wall. The waxed bits of my hairy body fell like confetti to the ground.
Embarrassment burned hot on my cheeks and down my chest as pain bloomed at the side of my bikini line. Just as I was about to apologize for my accident, I felt fingers prodding at the top of my pubis bone.
“No!” I shook my head desperately. “I’m not ready…！！！” I begged, and then searing pain shot from between my thighs. Stars flickered across my vision as the attendant continued, pulling the other side of my bikini line. Just as I thought I might actually pass out, another strip was ripped over my anus, and, without even realizing it, I sat up, and cold-clocked the technician right in the cheekbone.
She screeched in horror and fell to the floor as my vision wavered in and out.
Savannah came around the side just as I lost consciousness.
I came to maybe a couple minutes after the entire thing. Madam Alana was standing to my side with a livid scowl on her normally pretty face. Actually, even mad the woman was gorgeous. Fifty and fabulous was what I called her in my head earlier. Now she looked fifty and furious.
There was another woman in a white doctor’s coat standing over me waving something small and white under my nose. “There you go. Welcome back, Mike Tyson.” She smiled.
Mike Tyson?
Oh, hell. I’d punched out my beauty attendant.
“Is she okay?” I croaked, my voice suddenly raspy and dry as the desert.
“She is tending to her wound in the bathroom. You have a mighty right hook, my dear,” Madam Alana stated flatly.
It’s all that fighting back when my father got drunk and handsy. Savannah didn’t see much of it, but he beat on our momma something fierce, then would do additional damage in the bedroom once he broke her down. When I got old enough, I had the ranch hands teach me how to fight. That helped for a while.
I sat up and cupped my lady parts as they throbbed uncontrollably. “I’m sorry, Madam Alana. I had no idea what that was going to feel like, and I just lost myself. Please don’t kick me out of the auction.”
The sophisticated woman frowned, inhaled quickly, and let it out slowly. Time seemed to tick in increments as I waited to hear my fate.
“You do not lay your hands on my staff, Ms. McAllister, or you and your sister will be pulled from the auction. I understand these things can be harrowing and will accept your apology. Once.” She held up her index finger in warning.
I closed my eyes and nodded. “I’m truly sorry. I’d like to apologize to the attendant.”
“I think she’s had enough of your presence at this time. Why don’t you refresh yourself in the hospitality showers and go meet with your stylist? I expect we will have no further problems with you…” She spun around in a circle. “Any of you.” She addressed the other candidates who were standing behind us watching the drama play out.