Hunter: A Reed Security Romance

by Giulia Lagomarsino

  “Hunter. What are you doing here?” Maggie asked with a smile.

  “Uh, just stopped by to make an appointment.”

  “Oh? What are you looking to have done?” Lucy asked. “Is it to get some manscaping done? Getting a little hairy down there?” she asked, pointing in the direction of my dick.

  I looked down at my crotch and then back up at her. “What? No. I wasn’t…” I shook my head violently. There was no way that I was letting someone else anywhere near my dick.

  “If you weren’t here for that, then what are you doing here?”

  “Like he said,” Maggie walked around me and stood next to Lucy. “He’s making an appointment. For a girlfriend?”

  Lucy’s eyes flared with anger and Claire rushed to her side. “He doesn’t have a girlfriend. He has it bad for my sister,” she explained to Maggie. “And Hunter wouldn’t want Lucy to get the wrong idea, right?”

  I shook my head. I absolutely did not want her thinking that I was here to make an appointment for another girl. That would kill all chances of ever getting another chance with Lucy.

  “You know, it’s okay to admit that you’re here for some manscaping,” Claire said. “Men do it all the time in my romance novels.”

  “In your romance novels? That’s not real life.”

  “I don’t know. I talked to Derek about it and he said he would consider it. After all, it makes it more enjoyable for him. You know, when I go down on him,” she said, blushing furiously.

  Claire seemed to be the only innocent in this scenario. Maggie was looking at me with a satisfied smirk and Lucy was glaring daggers at me, just begging me to deny the reason I was really here. I didn’t think that Lucy would be okay with me following her around, so I did what any sane man would do.

  “Excuse me,” I said to the receptionist. “I need an appointment.”

  “What service would you like?”

  Lucy stepped up next to me and placed her hand on my arm, sending a lightning bolt through me. “He needs the grass cut around his tree. I would prefer a clean lawn, so give him The Hollywood.”

  “Is that what you would like, sir?” the lady at the counter asked.

  “Uh, whatever the lady wants,” I choked out. “But if you don’t have time today, I can just make an appointment to come back.”

  “Actually, we had a cancellation and can fit you in now,” she smiled.

  I swallowed hard and nodded. “Perfect.”

  She rang me up and I reluctantly handed over my credit card. I was astounded by the price, but I would pay ten times that if it could get me away from them. I’d just slip away before anything was done.

  “I’ll take you back and be right out to help you ladies.”

  “Now? We’re going now?”

  “Uh-huh,” she answered cheerily. I followed her back and then pulled her to the side once we were in the back.

  “Look, I was just trying to get out of something back there. I don’t really want this done. If you could just show me the back exit, I’ll be on my way.”

  “Sir, you already paid for the service.”

  “I don’t give a shit.”

  “Well, I can certainly give you a refund-”

  “No!” That would mean going back out where the ladies were. “I don’t care about the money. I’ll just leave.”

  “Sir, I’m afraid that we can’t accept your money if you’re not getting our services. It’s unethical. Is this about the pain? Because Anita is very good at what she does. I’ve never heard any complaints. It’s pretty much pain free.”

  What the hell did I do? Go back out and face them or go through with this and face excruciating pain? “It really doesn’t hurt?”

  “Not the way Anita does it. She’s very gentle.”

  “Alright,” I sighed. “Let’s get this over with.”

  We went into a room that looked very relaxing and had soft music playing. The woman pulled out a towel and handed it to me. “You can undress and lay on the table. Just lay this over you and Anita will be in shortly.”

  I nodded and started undressing after she left the room. I laid down on the table, being sure to cover all the pertinent parts and twiddled my thumbs as I waited for Anita to come in. This was insane. I couldn’t believe I was actually going through with this.

  “Hi. I’m Anita,” a woman said as she entered. When my gaze swung to hers, I knew I was fucked. This woman was hot and I was just a guy after all. I could feel my arousal setting in and the towel lifting from my erection. This was not the time for this to happen.

  “Hi,” I said briskly.

  “Have you ever done this before?”

  “No. I just trim. You know, regular maintenance.”

  She smiled a devilish grin. “So, this is for a woman. Well, we definitely appreciate the lengths a man will go to for us. Now, the wax is hot, but it won’t burn you. I’m going to-”

  She stopped as she stared at my erection pushing up the towel and then cleared her throat and gave a half smile. “Don’t worry about that. It happens a lot. It actually makes things easier because it keeps the skin taut. I’ll keep you covered and only uncover you when I’m going to wax. Now, I’ll make this as painless as possible.”

  I sat there as she went about gathering her supplies and cringed when I saw her bring the hot wax closer. “Alright. Let’s see what we have to do.” She lifted the towel and her eyes went wide, I assumed from the size of my cock. “Oh, well, that’s a lot of hair.”

  “I’m Brazilian.”

  “Well, that explains the thickness. Let’s get started.”

  The first drops of hot wax hit and it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t excruciatingly hot like I imagined it would be and almost felt a little soothing. I could do this. I relaxed back and closed my eyes. And then she ripped. I could feel every tiny hair being pulled from my body, like a thousand pins poking me all at once.

  “Holy fucking hell! What the fuck was that?” I grabbed onto the towel and held the irritated skin, hoping to relieve the pain, which only made it worse. I curled into a ball, feeling like I had just been kicked in the balls. I no longer had an erection. In fact, I was pretty sure my dick and my balls were trying to crawl up into my body to escape the pain. “You said pain free. You said it wouldn’t fucking hurt.”

  “I’m sorry, sir, but you have quite a lot of hair. It’s very thick and it’s nearly painless for those that have it done on a regular basis. A few more times of this and you won’t feel a thing.”

  “Are you fucking crazy?” I shouted. “I’m not letting you put that wax anywhere near me ever again.”

  “But, sir, you already paid.”

  “I’ll pay you a thousand dollars to stop right now!”

  “If you really don’t want the service, that’s fine, but you’re going to be uneven down there.”

  “I don’t give a shit if I’m uneven. I’ll shave the rest of it if I have to.”

  She rolled her eyes and put the wax on another table. “Honestly, men are such babies. Women have this done on a regular basis and I’ve never heard one of them yell out in pain,” she mumbled.

  Challenge accepted. “Fine. Just get it over with. Be as quick as possible.”

  Her sweet smile reminded me of the devil pulling someone down to hell. She brought the wax back and got started again, ripping the hair from my body one strip at a time. I was pretty sure I had tears rolling down my face by the time she finished.

  “Alright, we’re almost done.”

  “Almost? There can’t possibly be anything left.”

  “Here, you may want to bite down on this,” she said, handing me a stick. I did as she said, placing it in my mouth and biting down in anticipation. My heart sped up when I felt her touch my dick. No, this wasn’t happening. This was a bad nightmare. She placed the wax on the underside of my cock, pulling the skin taut and ripping the strip from my body. The lights flickered above me as a scream tore from my throat and the room went dark.

  “You okay the
re, sport?”

  My eyes fluttered open and the she-devil in front of me was smiling sweetly. What the hell happened?

  “Don’t worry about it,” she whispered. “I won’t tell anyone that you blacked out.”

  I shook my head to clear the fuzz and sat up. “Are we done here?”

  “You don’t want the rest?”

  “The rest? You already took every piece of hair you could.”

  “You paid for the Hollywood. That gives you a leg, chest, and back waxing as well.”

  I flung the towel off, not caring if she saw me completely naked. “Lady, I don’t have any fucking hair on my back and there’s no fucking way I’m letting you wax another inch of my body.”

  “Okay, well, you’ll want to pick up some Vitamin E cream. We have some out front and use that after every shower. Also, exfoliation is very important or you’ll get ingrown hairs and bumps. No sex, condoms, pools, saunas, beaches, etcetera for at least twelve hours.” I nodded and finished getting dressed. “Alright, we’ll see you back here in four to six weeks.”

  “Not fucking likely,” I muttered as I flung the door open and walked out.

  ✯✯✯✯✯

  I was lifting weights in the training center with Sinner, Cazzo, Burg, and Chance a few days later. I was sweating like crazy in more than one place and it was fucking uncomfortable. The moisture was making my boxers rub against my freshly waxed skin, making it itch like crazy. I set down the weights and tried to discreetly itch the irritated skin.

  Sinner caught me and quirked an eyebrow. “Jock itch?”

  “No.” I turned away and itched at the skin again. It fucking burned. There was no way I was ever getting a wax again.

  Sinner walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. “Dude, it’s not really cool to itch yourself in a room full of men.”

  I looked at my shoulder where his hand was and raised an eyebrow. He pulled back suddenly as if he had been burned.

  “Herpes?”

  “No.”

  “Genital warts?”

  “No,” I almost yelled.

  “Dude, if you have pubic lice, you need to get the fuck out of here.”

  Cazzo, Burg, and Chance turned and looked at me warily. I saw Chance’s eyes drop to my crotch for just a moment.

  “I don’t fucking have pubic lice.”

  “Then why the hell are you scratching so much?” Sinner asked.

  What the hell. Maybe one of them knew what to do. “I was following Lucy, trying to run into her, you know, like we talked about. I wasn’t watching where she was headed and I followed her into the spa.”

  Sinner grinned, “First time, huh?”

  “First time what?” Cazzo asked.

  “Pappy, please tell me that you just did some manscaping,” Burg pleaded.

  “They did something called a Hollywood.”

  Sinner started laughing hysterically and Burg cringed. “What?” Chance asked. “What the hell is a Hollywood?”

  “They fucking waxed every inch of him,” Sinner laughed.

  “Why would you do that?” Chance asked.

  “Fucking Maggie. She was there for a spa day with Claire and Lucy. She insinuated that I was there to make an appointment for a girlfriend and I didn’t want Lucy to think I was sending another woman to the spa.”

  “So you put hot wax on your junk instead?” Cazzo asked.

  “I didn’t fucking know they were going to do all that. I thought it would just be a little touch up.”

  “But why did it hurt so bad?” Sinner asked. “I’ve done it, but I’ve never itched like that,” he said, pointing to my crotch.

  “I have a lot of fucking hair. I usually just trim, but the woman said it was very thick.”

  “Still,” Burg shook his head. “It shouldn’t be that bad. Drop your pants.”

  “What? I’m not dropping my pants.”

  Sinner rolled his eyes. “We’re all men. We’ve all seen a dick before. Do you want help or not?”

  I looked at all of them and decided what the hell. What could it hurt? When I pulled my shorts down, they all cringed. Sinner let out a hissing noise and Chance covered his own dick like he would somehow catch the itching.

  “That looks painful,” Cazzo said, turning to Sinner. “Is that normal?”

  “That most definitely is not normal. Did you use the cream?”

  “What fucking cream?”

  Sinner shook his head. “You have to use the fucking cream. I bet it feels like it’s on fire right now.”

  I nodded.

  “That’s because you didn’t use the cream. Didn’t the lady tell you about it?”

  I vaguely recalled her mentioning cream, but I just wanted to get the hell out of that place that I hadn’t stopped in the front.

  “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

  “And I bet you didn’t exfoliate.” Sinner crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Exfoliate?”

  “Yeah, when Meghan gets a wax, she always has cream and makes sure to exfoliate. I’ve even helped her a few times,” Burg said with a grin.

  Sinner bent down and took a closer look at my skin, which I found really uncomfortable. “Yep, see you’re already starting to get the red bumps and what looks like the start of ingrown hairs. You should have fucking exfoliated.”

  “Let me see.” Chance and Cazzo bent down in front of me and then Burg joined in. Four fucking dudes staring a little too closely at my cock.

  “Oh yeah,” Cazzo said. “I see what you’re saying. That does look painful.”

  “Yeah, but look how much bigger his dick looks,” Chance said.

  “How the hell do you know how big my dick looks?” I barked.

  “Dude, we all fucking shower in the locker room and you walk around without a towel on. It’s not like this isn’t something we’ve seen before.”

  “Yeah, it’s just on display now,” Burg chuckled.

  The door swung open and Derek walked in, seeing Cazzo, Burg, Sinner, and Chance all bent over examining my groin. “What the fuck are you- shit, that looks bad. First wax?”

  I nodded. He stepped further in the room and bent over closer. “I just had mine done. You didn’t exfoliate, did you?”

  “What the fuck? Have you all had this done before? Is this some new fucking trend that I didn’t know about?”

  Derek shrugged. “It makes it nicer for the ladies. They do it for us, so why not? I don’t like to floss with her pubes, so I would assume they feel the same way. I kind of like it. Makes my dick look huge.”

  “Let me see,” I told Derek.

  “Dude…” he shook his head. “Not going to happen.”

  “I need something to compare it to. They were all just staring at my dick. I just need to know what it’s supposed to look like.”

  Derek sighed and dropped his shorts, all of us leaning in close to inspect it.

  “That’s nice work. Very smooth,” Burg nodded his approval.

  “Where do you go?” Sinner jerked a nod at Derek.

  “I went out of town to a place near Pittsburgh, Fresh Start Spa or something like that. Where did you go?” Derek asked me.

  “The one in town. I had Anita.”

  Sinner laughed and slapped my back. “That fucking explains it. Anita’s a sadist. She hates men. They all do. You should never go to that spa. Go to any spa other than that and it won’t be as bad.”

  “I’m not doing that ever again. Are you insane?” I asked incredulously.

  “Do chicks really like this look?” Chance asked. “Doesn’t it remind you a little too much of a little kid?”

  “I like Meghan freshly waxed. I like being able to see her pussy on display for me.”

  “And it’s nicer when you go down on your woman.”

  Just realizing that I was still standing around with my dick out, I started to pull up my pants, but I wasn’t fast enough. Cap walked in and looked from me to Derek and then at all the guys in between. “I don’t fucki
ng want to know,” he said as he turned and walked out of the room.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Lucy

  SCHOOL WAS STARTING today and it was such a relief. I was finally getting my life going and things were going to be great. I would put this whole fiasco with Hunter behind me and move forward. Maybe I would even meet someone at work, not that that was the ideal situation. Mixing work and my personal life probably wasn’t a very good idea. Still, the thought of meeting someone new was enticing.

  I went straight to the offices to get my room key and was met by a very handsome man. He had dark, wavy hair that was thick and long, pulled back in a ponytail/bun thing. Usually that would be too long for my liking, but at least it wasn’t hanging down around his shoulders. I never wanted to compete with a man over who had the best hair. He had a thick beard that had at least an inch or two of growth that made him look more like a man than a hipster. His smile was charming and he had sharp features that made his blue eyes stand out even more. He was lean and looked like he had a little bit of muscle under his clothes, but it wasn’t obvious. Not like a certain man that was so massive that he looked like a pro wrestler.

  “Hi. I’m Graham Kinsey.” I blushed when he gave me a slight wink and placed my hand in his.

  “Lucy Grant. I’m the new-”

  “History professor. Yeah, I saw your file when I was in the dean’s office the other day. It was sitting open on his desk and I couldn’t help but get a closer look at the beautiful face in the picture.”

  I blushed even brighter and pulled my hand back. “Thank you. That’s very nice of you to say.”

  “I don’t lie,” he smiled kindly. “I’m also a history professor.”

  “Oh. Wow, it’s so great to meet you. I’d love to pick your brain about teaching methods that work with these students. I mean, I have a plan in place, but I’m always open to suggestions.”

  “Anytime. We have to help each other out.”

  “My thoughts exactly.” I was practically swooning over the man and I had just met him. I needed to pull myself together. I hadn’t even bothered to check if he was married before deciding I could throw myself in this man’s arms. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and cleared my throat, hoping I could compose myself and not make a total idiot of myself on my first day here.