“It’s not a bad thing, unless you sweat and clog your pores,” she tells me.
“I sweat a lot, Luna! I’m a fighter and work hard to keep in shape in case I ever make a comeback,” I argue. “You should’ve told me.”
“I have!” she whisper-shouts, berating me underneath her breath so the staff doesn’t hear us. “I told you to make an appointment with Amanda, but you refused.”
“You didn’t tell me it was because I have man hair crawling all over my face, Luna.”
“You’re being dramatic again, Demi,” she accuses. “If you’d pay attention to my advice we wouldn’t be having this discussion now.”
“I don’t read between the lines well, Luna, and you know that about me. You have to be straight up and say it how it is. Don’t beat around the bush from here on out, okay?”
“I was afraid it’d hurt your feelings, plus, your facial hair is so light that nobody can see it,” she asserts.
“According to Kimmi’s observations, you can see it,” I remind her, then point out the obvious, “also, since you brought up me making an appointment with Amanda, so can you, so your argument isn’t valid.”
The wheels on the cart capture my attention and I scan the contents and notice that Kimmi hasn’t only come prepared for my pedicure, but she has an over-sized mobile wax kit—my mind begins to wonder why she needs such a large container.Is my face that hairy? Then my path continues scanning the top shelf of her pushcart and I see she also has a handful of tongue suppressants, tweezers, and a hand mirror onboard as well.
Then everything clicks and I begin to pant.
She’s going to do it out here where everyone can witness me crying like a baby? Has she lost her mind? I’m humiliated enough as it is!
“Son of a licker!” I shout as Kimmi rips the strip from my upper lip, tears streaming down my face. I don’t think she only took my hair, I think she has some skin attached to the wax as well. “Dammit. That shit hurts,” I express.
“Almost done,” Kimmi sympathetically says. “Next time, won’t be so much.”
“Next time,” I squawk as she hits the side of my lips.
“Six weeks,” she affirms. “You get used to it.”
“I don’t think I want to ever get used to this,” I mumble, my face stinging. The first thing she did was hit my eyebrows, and that wasn’t too bad so I wasn’t prepared for my lip and chin. I had a false sense of security, and that’s jacked up. “I’ll shave from now on.”
“No!” Luna shouts as Kimmi shakes her head and says, “Oh, no.”
“Is that bad?” I ask, unsure of why they both look as if I stated I was going to bathe myself in a tub of acid.
“If you shave, it thickens the hair,” Luna informs me. “You start doing that, and you’ll have to do it twice a week instead of going this route to where it’s every other month.”
“No shaving my lip or chin, got it,” I sustain.
“We do your legs next, you have long stubs,” Kimmi announces. By this time, I’m over it and just wave my hand at her to do whatever it is she thinks I need done. Her eyes glaze over as she shakes her hips in glee. I hope I didn’t just open myself up to a full body wax, that thought shoots shivers up and down my spine.
Luna is having the time of her life at my expense. As we climb into her SUV, I pull down the visor and glance at myself in the mirror. My upper lip still stings, and there are tiny bumps on the surface of the skin directly above them, but both Kimmi and Luna swore they’d go away in no time.
“You sure these will go away, Luna?”
“Yes, we’ll put some aloe on it when we get home. It’s like a skin burn, so the healing properties in it will make them go away quicker.”
As we head toward the less rural part of town, heading back to the clubhouse, the rundown suite of rooms catches my attention, not because of its peeling paint nor its sagging roof, it’s the three motorcycles parked in front that have me sitting up straighter in my seat.
“That’s Xavier’s bike,” I announce.
“Marcum’s too,” Luna mutters. “Wonder what they’re doing here?”
“I don’t know, but I say we find out,” I tell her.
“They could be on club business though, Demi.”
“At a motel? Don’t you find that suspicious, Luna?”
