keep your bad vibes out of my cornflakes

beautiful milf who visits your waxing salon once every few months. today, peeking through her shirt, you see her chest is smooth and perfect.

interesting. usually something would have come in by now. you quickly realize she’s been seeing someone else. a different waxer. you try not to become incredibly jealous as you start heating up your wax.

“so,” you ask, “no full body today?”

she pretends to think for a minute. “no not today.”

“oh,” you say, “why not?” she purses her lips. she looks cute when she’s annoyed.

“i’m not sure that’s any of your business.” ouch. okay. you go back to waxing her eyebrows. they’re perfect. they barely need any work.

“so beautifully sculpted” you mutter under your breath. she quirks up one of those brows.

“did you just compliment your own work?”

“no… did you see another waxer?” you blurt it out. you don’t know why; maybe you just want the heartbreak over faster.

she shifts uncomfortably in her spot. “… yes.”

“let me see.”

“no.”

“come on, just tell me who it was then.”

“no!”

“take the shirt off please?” it’s like someone else has taken over your mind. “why won’t you let me love you!?”

whoa.

she looks a little horrified, and you shrink back into yourself. she shakes her head. “i think you should bring your manager out for me, sweetie.”

dejected, you step back, and as you leave the room—tail between your legs, no doubt— you notice her phone light up.

[Mistress 😍❤️: don’t let that waxer work on anything more than your eyebrows. your Mistress owns every hair on that body now.]

oh. you never stood a chance. not even a little bit.

the seams on the fabric where his sleeves had to be widened 😍