Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“You’re not helping.”
Chloe laughs and moves around the bathroom, putting my phone down on the vanity before double checking that it’s actually locked and definitely not livestreaming. “I mean, apart from offering to finish the job for you, I really don’t know how I can help,” she murmurs, shrugging her shoulders and reaching for the towel around my waist. She lifts the corner and takes a peek at my half-waxed kitty. “Oooh, you weren’t doing a bad job. I can even see your little ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ tattoo now.”
Chloe smirks, more than proud of herself before scooping up the hot wax off the edge of the tub, and tilting her head toward the bathroom door, clearly taking pity on me. “Come on, my little exhibitionist. I’ll finish waxing your cooch while you do damage control.”
I groan as I reach for my phone, and before I know it, I’m spread eagle on the floor of our little apartment with my best friend’s face all up in my junk.
“Wow, the symmetry is flawless,” Chloe says as she scoops out a dollop of hot wax and slathers it across the parts of Monica and Rachel that I missed.
I roll my eyes as I hold my phone above my face, shamelessly scrolling through the hundreds of comments left on my video and realizing that a lot of these comments are coming from people I know, more importantly, people I attend college with nearly every day of my life.
“Oh God,” I mutter as the humiliation truly claims me.
“What now?” Chloe asks just moments before tearing the wax off my body without even a whisper of warning. Though I have to give it to her, while she’s not as gentle as my usual waxer, she’s doing a pretty good job.
“All these comments,” I say. “They’re from people we know.”
“Yeah,” she says, sucking in a breath, and as I lift my head off the floor to glance at her, I see the cringe across her face.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“Uhhh . . . Well . . . I didn’t just stumble upon your livestream. It was shared to the college student directory, which is how I’m guessing it was starting to go viral. Everyone was sharing it.”
“So, you’re telling me, the majority of people watching that stream were students of the school I go to every single day or friends of friends of the students I walk by every single day?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
I drop my hands over my face, feeling the hot flush of my cheeks. “I’m never going to live this down.”
“Wait,” Chloe says. “How are you still seeing the comments?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you’ve deleted the video, you shouldn’t have access to the comments.”
“Wait. What?” I rush out, sitting up, still with my cooch on full display. “What do you mean by deleted it? It was a livestream. It should just disappear after the live finished.”
Chloe shakes her head. “Come on, girl. If it disappeared after the live, you wouldn’t be able to see the comments. It’s still there. It automatically uploads to your profile as a new post unless you selected otherwise, which I assume you didn’t do.”
My eyes widen in alarm before shooting back to my phone and, sure enough, right there on my profile is my spread-eagled vagina, still gaining new views and comments. “OH FUCK!” I shriek as I hastily figure out how to delete my R-rated content.
How is this my life?
I fall back against the cool floorboards as Chloe goes about her business, slathering more hot wax across my delicate skin as though my whole world isn’t currently burning to ashes.
Doing what I can not to think about the pain she’s about to put me through, I focus on my phone when a new text comes through.
Fear grips me in a chokehold, and my heart starts to race, terrified that this is some creep from campus about to ask me if I have an OnlyFans account, but seeing my cousin’s name on the screen, I let out a relieved breath.
Aspen: Who would have known you were so open about your waxing routine. I’m assuming that live was an accident?
Shit.
Humiliation burns through me as I read over her text. Aspen and her older brother, Austin, are the only cousins I’ve got. Aspen graduated from this very college just last year, while Austin is a few years older and focusing on running the hottest new restaurant in town. They’re the best people I know. Apart from Chloe, of course.
Tilly: Tell me you didn’t see that? WAIT! Tell me Austin didn’t see it. He’ll never let me live it down.
Aspen: You’re all good. Austin’s too busy being an egotistical asshole to have caught your little performance. What’s going on though? Waxing for the greater good or because you’re planning on getting screwed within an inch of your life tonight?