A/N: Hello, old friends and new :) More ridiculousness follows.
2.
Tall, it was like he eclipsed everything around him. Broad shoulders and defined muscles she could trace through the thin grey t-shirt he wore. A soft, worn looking leather jacket gripped in one hand… strong hands, working hands, with a hint of grease, perhaps… leading to sinewy forearms, up to biceps so packed with muscle, she wanted to touch to see if they were real. A sharp jaw, covered by a couple of day's worth of stubble, making him appear even more rugged.
Wide, terrified green eyes that made her feel protective, maternal even. Something in those eyes was calling out to her, and she had to fight down her instinct to grab him to her bosom.
She'd even unconsciously pushed out her boobs, popping open an extra button.
In her defense, it all happened so fast, she didn't have much chance of preventing it. She only realized what she'd done when his eyes zoomed in on the attractive sight she was so generously offering. Then, time decided to slow down, letting her experience every excruciatingly embarrassing, awkward moment as he gaped at her. Even her nipples were hard, achy, and reaching out to him.
Not so maternal, then.
Great.
Unable to tear her eyes away from him, Bella blindly cast her hand to the side, grasping her monogrammed work apron and bringing it up before her body like a shield.
The spell finally broke; he looked down at his feet and ran an unsteady hand through his hair. She slipped the strap over her head and tied the apron firmly around her waist, somehow managing to scrounge up enough professionalism to ignore whatever had just passed between them, and speak without sounding like a complete fool.
"My name is Bella, and I'll be your aesthetician for today. Before we get started, can you tell me if you've ever used any other forms of hair removal on your body? And specifically the area you need me to work on today, what is it that you usually do… down there?" she twirled her finger in the general direction of his crotch.
He glanced up, looked down, cleared his throat and scuffed the toe of his shoe against the ground. Bella watched as his firm, well-shaped lips parted. She suppressed a sigh.
He moved his lips to speak, but only managed a croak. She suppressed a laugh.
He coughed a bit, licked those pink lips, and tried again. "This is the first time I'm getting anything … ah… done down there." His ears pinked up to match his lips. "I usually just trim when I need to, never tried anything else."
She crossed her arms, leaning a hip against the workbench. "Have you looked into the options? Waxing is just one of them, you know. And if you don't mind me asking, what made you decide to get manscaped?"
"Mansc… oh yeah, right. Uh, well to be honest, I lost a bet." He shrugged. "I haven't really looked into options. I mean, part of the bet was that I had to come get it done…" he waved his hand around expressively. "So I kind of assumed I'd have to suck it up and get waxed."
Bella nodded, her earlier embarrassment melting away. "Sure, you can get waxed. There's an excellent compound wax with coconut oil that's particularly good for sensitive areas that we could use. Alternatively, you could try sugaring. It's a similar process to waxing, but most people find it far less painful." She eyed his impressive build. "What's your threshold of pain like?"
She could've sworn his eyes darkened, and his voice grew a sexy rumble. "I'd say I can take the pain, but I haven't ever had someone drip hot wax on my bare skin, so I guess I don't really know, do I?"
Bella took a deep breath and blinked. Why had that sounded so freaking hot? Something was wrong with her head today. She was going to perform a standard procedure on a client, not do something freaky like tie him to the bench and play pain-pleasure games with him.
"Do you have any… restraints?" he asked, his hot gaze sweeping around the room.
Bella nearly choked on air. Hot gaze? Restraints? "I'm sorry, what?"
He turned back to look at her, his green eyes guileless and questioning. "Something to prevent people from jumping around with pain," he shrugged. "Maybe something to bite down on?" His dread was obvious, and Bella wanted to bang her head on the wall. Such a hot guy, and clearly a pain wimp. Also, she needed to stop reading bondage erotica.
"Don't worry, sir," she soothed, bringing out her best professional manner. "It really isn't all that painful. In fact, most people psych themselves out, and then are surprised when it isn't as bad as they'd imagined."
He nodded, hanging on to every word. He took a deep breath and stood up straighter. "Alright. I'm going to trust you on that."
Her insides warmed. The parts that were already melting dripped a little, lascivious to the last. It was such an unexpected turn-on, having this hunk of a man so trustingly put himself in her hands… figuratively, of course.
She tried hard to stay professional as she gave him a more detailed run-down of his options, but she couldn't quite get the mental image of 'him' in her hands. He was so tall, and so deliciously manly… he'd be an easy seven or eight inches, for sure. She tried hard to stop her wandering mind from going too far down that path, but she couldn't get it to stop speculating.
"How much do you intend to get done? I mean, I can remove the hair from the pubic area down to the balls, but what about the back?"
His face, which had gradually relaxed while she had explained technical aspects of waxing v/s sugaring, seized up in an expression of horror. "You mean wax my ass?"
She shrugged, trying hard not to let her amusement show. "It's up to you how much you want to get done, but if you were to ask me, I'd advise you to go for the ass as well. Everything will grow back evenly, you know?"
Once again, he struggled with the idea, heroically trying to mask his discomfort.
"Alright," she said, soothingly. "Let's just start with the front, and you can decide about the back later. If it's too much to take, we'll leave it at that, ok?"
His whole body seemed to unclench. "Yes, that'd be… yeah."
"Ok, now I'll just step out for a minute while you change out of your clothes. You can leave everything in that locker over there. Here's a smock to cover up, and… ah, yes, a cock-sock."
He blushed again, this time from the tips of his ears to the tip of his nose. With a quick smile, Bella hurried out.
"Hey Bella," Alice called out, back from her coffee run sneak-out. "I got you a box of those donut holes you like so much."
It wasn't bad as a peace offering, so Bella thanked her and grabbed the little box greedily. "Yum," she moaned, popping the sugar-dusted little ball of dough into her mouth. "These are so good!"
"Better than sex, better than dick, better than almost any-thing," sang Alice, kissing her fingers theatrically and traipsing to her work station.
Bella laughed, picking another sugary confection and licking at it. Mmmm, these were the kind of balls she needed in her life.
Her gaze cut to the door behind which a different kind of mouthwatering treat awaited her ministrations. She agreed with Alice about not going out with clients, but… surely there were loopholes and exceptions to the rule?