‘Ready?’ The girl nodded. Amanda ripped. Nola yelped. Most of the wax came away in one piece, leaving Amanda to pick the last few fragments off. ‘Stand up and turn around.’ Nola lifted her bum off the tiled surround of Amanda’s bathtub and turned to face it. ‘Bend over.’ The easiest place to miss short fine hairs is on the ‘taint’ but Amanda’s close inspection, with her eyes and with the tips of her fingers, failed to find any strays. ‘There,’ she said, ‘that’s better than shaving, right? It’ll last longer, as well.’ ‘Thank you, Ms Amanda.’ ‘Turn around again.’ Amanda poured soothing lotion on to her palm and smoothed it over Nola’s freshly bald, newly sensitised, bright-pink skin. ‘I want you to be absolutely perfect for my guest.’ ‘Me too. Is he …? I don’t know what to ask. What sort of man is he, Ms Amanda?’ ‘You’ve met him – he’s Trevor, our office building’s security man.’ ‘Oh? He’s a big one. I didn’t know that you knew him, not socially.’ ‘More than “socially”,’ Amanda corrected with a smile.
