Voyeur Extraordinaire (6 page)

I prepared myself for the pain, or so I'd thought, and nearly passed out when Marie ripped the wax from my calf. I might have screamed, I wasn't sure, but little stars were dancing in front of my eyes. Marie smiled at me and showed me the wax with my hair. I tried to smile in return but it turned into a grimace. Why did people do this on a regular basis? Were all those people masochists? Amy didn't seem to me like she enjoyed pain, but how could she do this over and over again?

I felt more wax being put on my calf and I was about to protest when I thought of Adrian and all his stupid bimbos that could do this. I bit down on my lip and didn't make a noise when the hair was ripped from my calf. I hope you’ll reward me, Adrian.

“It will get less painful if you get a waxing regularly. The hair gets thinner and soon you won't feel the pain anymore,” Marie assured me while she worked on my thighs. Maybe she was right.

“We need to crop your pubic hair a bit before we can start. It's too long for waxing,” she explained when she was done with my legs and I felt myself blush deeply. Now it was official, I was a freak. My hair was even too long for waxing. Nora, the bushy freak.

I tried to think of anything but the woman who was currently cropping my hair down there with scissors.

“Done,” she said after a moment. “Now you can get your Hollywood Cut.”

My bravery evaporated when I felt the warm wax being spread on my cubic bone. I stared at the ceiling, trying to think of Adrian, and then my vision turned black for an instant. I sat up, my eyes wide while I tried to get over the pain. I drew in a shaky breath and stared at my pubic area where a strip of hair was missing. My skin was turning red fast. That had hurt like hell. But I had to admit that it looked good without hair, or it would look good once the redness went away.

Marie made fast work of the hair on my pubic bone but then she turned her attention to my labia and I cursed Amy, and all men, but particularly Adrian.

“Turn around, please,”
Marie said when she was done with my front.

I followed her orders. She'd already removed the hair from the back of my legs, so I didn't know what she was doing there. I almost screamed in shock when I felt her spread the wax on my buttocks and the groove between my thighs and buttocks. I didn't even know that I had hair there.

I closed my eyes and endured the rest of the torture. A sigh of relief left my lips when Marie told me that we were done. She spread a cooling cream that smelled like lavender on my skin and the pain lessened. With a smile, she left the room to give me some privacy, so I could get dressed. But really what was the point? She’d seen it all. The muscles in my legs were quivering when I got dressed. The last time I’d felt like that, Amy had talked me into running a 5k with her. I wasn’t sure what was worse.

I walked out of the room and Amy was already waiting for me, her perfectly waxed legs crossed and another foodie magazine in her hands. It wasn’t all that surprising that her waxing hadn’t taken as long as my treatment. Her
Depiladora probably hadn’t wished for a lawnmower when
Amy
had pulled down her panties. Nora, the bush freak. Maybe I should get it on a t-shirt. Who knew, maybe the guys in the bar would stop patting my ass if I wore it, or maybe some would be turned on by it. She smiled sympathetically when she saw my face. I guess I didn't look too good. “Painful?” she asked. She put down her magazine and walked over to me.

I nodded my head, still marveling at the feeling of my underwear without hair down there. It felt strange.

“It will get better,” Amy assured me. “And new experiences make life interesting.”

I shook my head. “I don't think I'll do it again.”

“Of course, you will. Once you know how smooth your skin can feel, you won't want it any other way,” she said.

***

Later that day, when I was alone in my bedroom, I realized that Amy was probably right. I guess waxing was like giving birth. During labor, women swore to themselves that this was their last child and as soon as the pain was forgotten and they saw the reward for their efforts, those words were null and void.

I couldn't stop looking at myself and I almost felt like a pervert for staring at my private parts for so long, but I couldn't help it. I was completely bare and now that the redness had faded it looked fantastic. Hesitantly, I ran a finger over my vulva, amazed by the softness of the skin. Now I understood why Adrian liked it. It felt amazing. The only problem was that Adrian would probably never feel or see it.

I groaned. The thought that all the pain was for nothing made me unreasonably angry.

I took another look at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. Somehow my labia looked strange. Did all women look like this down there when they were waxed? I'd never paid close attention to other women’s nether parts in the changing room. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about how I looked down there. Did men really like the sight of it?
Hard to imagine. I guess sex only in the dark for me.

Bruno sat next to me, staring at me intently. He looked as if he approved of my new haircut. I covered my private parts with my hand and glared at him. His little pink tongue dropped out of his mouth and he started panting. I let out a frustrated sigh and got dressed hastily.

I ignored Bruno and walked toward my bedroom window. After extinguishing the lights, I drew back the curtains and took my usual seat on the windowsill. I peered through my binoculars and found Adrian's window within seconds. It was illuminated, but I hadn't expected anything else.

Another redhead was pressing her body against Adrian, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He was already shirtless and a soft sigh left my lips as I gazed at his perfect chest. I didn't approve of his changing sex partners but I tried not to think about it. Not that it was any of my business. The women probably knew what they were getting into and as long as I got to see him naked, I was satisfied.

Adrian unzipped the dress of the redhead and it dropped to the ground, leaving her completely naked. She wasn't even wearing underwear! Where did Adrian get his women? I never went anywhere without underwear. That felt wrong. Almost perverted. But who was I to call someone a pervert? I was a waxed peeping Tom with strange looking labia. I certainly didn't have the right to judge anyone.

I returned my attention to the scene in Adrian's bedroom. He'd gotten naked during my inner monologue and had the women bent over and bracing herself on the windowsill. Her forehead was leaning against the glass of the window and Adrian was standing behind her. I had to admit I was a bit worried. If Adrian pounded her with his usual vigor, the poor woman would probably end up with a concussion from having her forehead thrust against the glass. The redhead didn’t seem to share my worries, though. She looked as if she couldn't wait for Adrian to push into her. I shifted my binoculars slightly to take a look at Adrian's face.

And then I was staring directly into green eyes and he was staring back at me.

He. Was. Staring. Back. At. ME.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

There wasn't a single doubt in my mind that Adrian was currently looking at me while I was watching him like a freaking stalker. Oh shit, shit, shit.

I should have been more careful. He had noticed me! I froze and for a seemingly endless amount of time, we were just looking at each other. The woman didn’t seem to notice. She wiggled her ass against him, encouraging him to get started. Suddenly the corner of Adrian’s mouth lifted and he smiled at me smugly.

What?

My heart skipped a beat.

Holy shit! Was he actually flirting with me?

My hand that was holding the binoculars shook so much, I was worried I'd drop them any second. Not taking his eyes off me and still smiling this cocky smile, he grabbed the hips of the redhead and pushed into her, never taking his eyes off me. I gasped and my hand covered my mouth in shock. He'd noticed me and yet he didn't stop. He seemed to like it. His green eyes were so intense as
his face clouded with ecstasy.

I backed away, wrenched the curtains shut, dropped the binoculars and threw myself on my bed. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my ribcage. Every thud reverberated in my temples. He'd noticed me. I was so screwed, and not in a good way…

I could only hope that he hadn't seen my face because the binoculars and my hands had covered it. I let out a groan and rolled over on my stomach. This day had turned into a nightmare. Even if he hadn't seen my face, he knew where I lived and could come over here or even send the police.

I felt slightly sick. There was only one solution. I would just have to move out of my apartment and probably out of town.
Yeah, right.

I
didn't sleep at all that night. I dreamed of green eyes and cocky smiles, and while usually such a dream would have been pleasant and sometimes even pleasurable, this time those images haunted me in a nightmare. I got three hours of sleep tops, and even they had been tainted by my worries. Even Bruno had had enough of my restlessness and had left the bed to sleep somewhere else.

That was the first time in weeks that he hadn't slept next to me on the mattres
s and I felt slightly betrayed.

I felt like shit when I got out of bed that morning and it must have shown plainly because Amy’s bright smile faltered as soon as she saw me. “Nora, what's wrong?” she asked immediately, and I replied in an unintelligent grunt. My feet dragging over the ground, I walked toward the kitchen corner and slumped down on one of the chairs. Amy started preparing coffee, throwing glances my way the entire time. I tried counting the myriad of s
unflowers printed on her dress.

“Okay, Nora if you don't tell me what's wrong right about now, I'll have to force the words out of you,” Amy said as she put a cup of coffee on the table in front of me. What did she want to do? Wax my head?

Letting out a strangled sigh, I wrapped my fingers around the cup and looked at Amy. “He knows.”

Amy blinked at me, obviously clueless what I was talking about. She raised her dark eyebrows, waiting for a further explanation.

I closed my eyes briefly and drew in a deep breath. “Adrian, he saw me watching him having sex last night.”

“Oh my god! And?” Amy asked
, her eyes filled with excitement. She even put down her cup, too excited to hold it without spilling coffee.

I frowned at her. “And what?”

Amy rolled her eyes. “How did he react?”

“He stared at me and then he smiled, and
...” I trailed off.

“And?” Amy looked like she was going to burst from curiosity any moment.

“And then he started banging the woman right in front of the window, staring at me.”

Amy let out a squeal and took a deep gulp of her coffee. My eyebrows climbed up my forehead. I'd been caught, that certainly warranted compassion and not excitement. Whenever I thought I’d figured out Amy, she surprised me again.

“Amy what am I supposed to do? Maybe I should move out. Now that he knows what I've done, I can’t keep living here. What if I meet him by accident? I can’t possibly face him after what I’ve done.”

“Nora, don't be stupid. Stop worrying so much. Apparently, Adrian is some kind of exhibitionist and enjoys being watched, or why else would someone do it in plain view? He could have drawn his curtains if he didn't want to be seen. It probably turned him on. He’ll probably thank you, if he ever sees you in person.”

I thought about that for a moment. It sounded logical – well not the “thanking me” part, but that he liked being watched, and it would be perfect. But it was too easy. Things never were so easy for me. My bad luck was legendary.

“What if he's called the police?”

Amy actually had the audacity to laugh at that. “Oh, Nora, don't be so naïve. He won't call the police. He's probably quite keen on meeting you. Maybe he wanted you to join him and his lady friend. He seems like a guy who’d enjoy a threesome.”

My eyes widened in horror. What if he would try to talk to me? I had to prevent that. I'd certainly die of embarrassment if he spoke to me about my voyeurism. The bell rang and my entire body froze. Bruno was already on his way to the door, yelping excitedly. Maybe my pug would finally prove to be the protector that Dad had hoped for.
Maybe
Bruno would sink his little teeth into Adrian's calf and frighten him away.

Amy walked to get the door and I wondered if it would be childish of me to hide beneath the kitchen table. A male voice reached my ears and a moment later Jared appeared in my apartment, his dark hair disheveled. He wore nothing but pajama bottoms, showing off his hairless, lean chest. I felt my face heat and averted my eyes hastily.

“Hey Jared,” I said, staring intently at the coffee in my cup.

Amy pressed herself against his side, and he grinned. “I woke up and my girlfriend was gone and I thought I should get her back.”

I smiled at him. “I'm sorry for taking her from you.”

He shook his head. “How long have you been chatting? It's nine on a Sunday morning. Shouldn't you still be sleeping?”