These powers I’ve been blessed with… they come with great responsibility. And letting Shaddy get that close to my superpower? Even I recognize that could have disastrous consequences.
Am Ithatcommitted to the plot right now? Do I really need my pussy bald?
“I also gotta start giving you a perineal massage anyway. Can knock out two birds with one stone.” He throws the bottle away. “Come up to my crib and we can do it there.”
When he closes the door, I peer at myself in the mirror, like mirror Mace will magically have some answers for me.
“Well, youdoneed the perineal massage,” she says, shrugging.
I pick up my shorts and put them on slowly, like maybe through some divine intervention, Dal or the kids or even Peanuthead will need me. But no. Even when I creep through my room, then down the hall, to the kitchen, then out the backdoor, everyone’s scarce.
It’s not even that late. Where the fuck is everyone?!
The backyard is quiet too, as I walk down the cobblestone path to the garage. I feel like I’m walking to my execution.
I mean, yeah Shaddy rubs my belly, but this is different. More intimate. My cheeks burned when our lamaze instructor mentioned the massages, but Shaddy’s face was stoic. He was even on his phone, and didn’t ask a thousand questions like he usually does.
I didn’t think we’d actually be doing it.
He wasn’t even researching it! Nigga was playing a simulation game.
I take one step at a time on the side of the garage until I’m at the top. Shaddy opens the door before I can knock, and moves so I can come in.
The decor is definitely masculine, all black and gray, with his huge computer station in the corner. The screen is moving a mile a minute, all his different mysterious programs, probably.
How he has the time to be an evil genius, a rapper, and my baby daddy is beyond me.
“Take off them shorts and go sit on the towel on the couch.”
I turn to the left and follow his directions, shimmying out the shorts and placing them on the couch beside me. The coffeetable is moved out some, and I see clippers, an old school razor, gloves, a handheld mirror, shaving cream, and–
KY Jelly?!
Jesus, still my heart.
And please Lord, stop me from getting wet.
Shaddy closes the door and goes into the kitchen to wash his hands. As he’s walking back over, he takes his shirt off, muscles rippling as he tosses it on the ground.
“Um, why you take your shirt off?”
He moves a pillow onto the ground and sits down in front of me. “I’m finna line you up. I don’t need your pubes on my white tee… relax, Mace. It’s not that serious.”
His hands rub on my calves before he moves them onto the couch, spreading me like a Thanksgiving turkey in front of him.
And fuck, I’m leaking.
His nostrils flare, but his face is completely stoic otherwise. Once I’m spread, he puts on the gloves and plugs in the clippers. “I’ma cut the hair down some, then go over it with this razor. Both of these blades are new and sanitized. It’s not gonna be painful, but I need you to really relax so you don’t jerk and I accidentally cut you, aight?”
His eyes hold mine captive, and there’s not a hint of arousal in them, even though my wet pussy is inches from his face. He’s not trying to make any innuendos or trying to push up on me.
He’s genuinely just trying to help me, like always. I want a baldy, and he’s giving me one.
My pussy clenching ruins the moment, for me at least, and I nod before laying my head back on the couch.
He puts on some music to help drown out the sound of the clippers. It feels weird, like someone’s fingertips grazing my skin, and all too soon it’s over, and the cold shaving cream makes me flinch.
“It’s cool, Mace. I got you.” He rubs those big hands up and down my legs, and I physically feel my arousal pooling at my opening.
