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Unlike most of these stories I am sat in another branch of the bakery I work at drinking a sugary tea to get over the shock of what just happened:

Today I went to get a full leg and bikini line wax. No biggie, had it done before and I must say I enjoy the smoothness.

My waxist- is that right? Waxist?- is from an Asian country, possibly India (we've never actually discussed this) and retains quite a thick accent and an inability to use the English language correctly. She starts inferring I should try having it all off for once, it's so smooth and much better and you like, yeeees? And in my semi-conscious, not really listening and only agreeing out of politeness state of mind, I apparently agreed to have a Hollywood wax.

Fast forward five minutes, I'm naked from the waist down with one hand under my ass and the other stretching various parts of my nether regions. I am now as hairless as the day I was born and I don't think I like it.
<bot>: Didn't concentrate when talking  to my very Indian waxist and now have no pubes, apparently won't for four weeks either.