As she waited, Valerie sipped the Pellegrino the young woman had given her, wondering how many working women stopped in for a pussy waxing on their lunch break. From the looks of the waiting room, that number wasn’t zero, which made her feel a little better. What if they’re all in strange, part-time submissive relationships with their bosses? She wondered. She checked each of their faces carefully: mostly thin, twenties or thirties, women in slacks and blouses reading Cosmo, perfect manicures and pedicures. Probably not, Valerie thought before returning to her own Cosmo’s article, Fifty Ways To Surprise Him With Fruit In Bed! A door opened. “Miss Bridge?” said a heavily accented woman wearing all-white. Valerie stood and followed her to a spa room, with a massage table covered in clean white sheets, more orchids, and candles lit everywhere. It smelled like lemon and sage, the whole room lit by a skylight. “Please remove your skirt and underwear and I’ll be right back,” the woman said.
