Careful What You Wish For

`Elegance, Sunny speaking.' Sunny lived up to her name: amazing smile, gorgeous chocolatey skin.

`Hey Sunny, it's Lauren Miller.'

`Lauren? Long time no see; how are you?'

I had not been to the salon for a long time because I never found time with my kids. Why did Sunny think I had been away for so long?

`How was Canada?'

There was my answer. At least I had a Canadian diamond to back up my visit.

`Good thanks.'

`Great, what can I do for you? Fresh set of nails?'

`I actually called for a Brazilian but if you could fit me in this afternoon for both, that would be great.'

`Four o'clock is the only slot I have today if you can get here for then,' she replied and I could hear her rustling the pages of the appointment book.

That would give Tom enough time to get showered and changed after work. He was picking me up at six and cooking for me at his house and then I was going to be introduced to his family. I hoped that his parents were more normal than mine.

`Sounds great,' I added. `Will the Brazilian work on stubble?'

`Mmmm, not guaranteed, and you might be a bit red as well.'

`No worries. I can dim the lights if you can get it off.'

She laughed at me, a little embarrassed I sensed.

`Gosh Lauren, we've missed you,' she joked and laughed again. `See you shortly.'

I grabbed my car keys from out of the windowsill and ran downstairs to get over to town for my impending appointment. Remembering where I had been stroking I quickly washed my hands on the way out before laying them on Sunny's table for her to caress.

As I walked through the door of the salon I was horrified to see Lucasz, the only male, in the small waiting area. He looked up from his magazine as I walked in and, upon recognising me, threw it down and stood to hug me.

`Lauren, how are you?' he asked, his eyes wide with desire.

I looked around at the other few faces watching us, wondering who he was with.

`Good thanks,' I replied as he pulled me in for a hug. `Who are you here with?' I asked.

`Eh?' he looked confused, then realisation hit. `Oh, nobody.'

As I was about to ask Lucasz if he had come in for a BSC, Sunny entered the waiting area to greet me. She studied Lucasz and me standing together for a couple of moments before ushering him through.

`Maria will be doing your nails today, Lauren,' she explained as Lucasz blatantly blew me a kiss. `Then I'll have you upstairs for your waxing, okay?'

I nodded and smiled and within minutes Maria and I were reacquainting. Before I knew it I was upstairs with Sunny, with my pants down and my legs spread, glad that she was unable and unwilling to diagnose the composition of my cervix.

`Do me a favour; please tell me you haven't just given Lucasz a BSC?' I asked as Sunny closely studied the small stubbly area for a diagnosis.

`A what?' she asked, and looked up at me.

`BSC: Back, sack and crack wax. Come on Sunny, wake up, I thought you were a beautician!'

Sunny waved her hand in dismissal of my sarcasm and giggled.

`No he gets his nails manicured here. 1, 2, 3!' She wrenched the sticky-tape off my outer lip and it sounded like paper tearing.

I exhaled and thought about Lucasz's love of poking my anus with his middle finger.

`Nails? Bloody gay boy!' I shrieked and Sunny laughed.

`Not too gay for you though,' she added and reapplied the waxing strip to my lips.

`What do you mean?' I asked.

`It's obvious that you two have history,' she answered. `1, 2, 3!'

Again the tearing sound and the burning sensation flooded my senses as she ripped at the same place.

`How can you tell?' I asked, amazed, and wondered whether she could do a diagnosis on Tom and plastic Jenny.

`Trade secret!' she insisted and reapplied the waxing strip for the last time.

`I take it you and Gary are finished, then,' she asked sheepishly.

`Yeah, long story,' I replied a squeezed shut my eyes. `It's not like we had kids or anything though, is it?' I asked, testing the water. Sunny's daughter Lucia and George had once played together at the salon.

`Yeah that's true, I guess. 1, 2, 3! There we go: all gone, but you look like a lightly braised halibut!' Sunny exclaimed and stood back to admire her work.

`As long as I don't smell like one,' I replied and winked at her. Sunny, at that moment, looked like an over-ripe beetroot.