252. Waxy Buildup
“You know, I just prefer my hair to be, you know, natural down there. It's just my style,” Amy tries to be casual, even as terror wells up inside her.
Stacy gives Amy a who-are-you-kidding look. “First, if natural is your style, your style is dumb. That's why I'm giving you a make-over. Second, clearly you're not all natural because you don't have, like, a crazy 70s porn star bush all over the place.”
Amy realizes that this is true; she does like to keep her pubic area generally neat and clean, just in case it ends up being, ahem, seen by others. She realizes that she has been backed into a corner; teens are always experts at finding and pointing out adult hypocrisy, and Amy can't well argue that it's okay to keep her area neat for boys but not okay to wax it for boys.
While Amy tries to think of a way out of Stacy's rhetorical trap, Stacy has set far, far too much wax atop a blazing hot burner. The young mistress then returns to Amy, picks her up by the waist, and walks her over to a chair that looks like it's primarily used for torture.
“I like to practice giving Brazilians on the servants, but they get so squirmy that it ruins the whole thing, so I had Daddy move one of his special chairs from the dungeon. Now I have no trouble getting the wax on!”
Amy's eyes widen, but before she can react she find she has been thrown into the chair and strapped down, arms and legs spread. She squirms all she can, but it makes no difference; she's stuck.
“See?” giggles Stacy, “You can't get out! Now, the wax should be ready...” Stacy's words draw Amy's attention to the cauldron of wax, which is now at a rolling boil. Stacy brings the cauldron over and holds it over Amy while Amy speaks a mile a minute, trying to find the magic words that will release her from this predicament.
“Oh God please don't that is way to hot and I'm going to die and I really like my pubic hair and please please,please just let me keep it and I'll do whatever you want just please keep that wax AWAY FROM ME!”
“Too late!” Stacy giggles, and begins pouring wax onto Amy's nether regions.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWCCCCCHH!” Amy has never screamed so loud in her life. Her scream rocks the mansion to its very foundations (which is quite a feat, because it's a very sturdy house). This causes Stacy to drop the cauldron in surprise, spilling the far-to-excessive wax all over Amy's body, completely coating the unfortunate adventuress. The heat of the wax actually melts through the bonds holding Amy in her chair, causing her to rocket out of it and begin running madly around the powder room. In a brief moment of clarity, Amy runs toward the trough of water lying next to the massage table. She dives in, sending a great pillow of steam upward as the entire trough is instantly vaporized.
Stacy walks over, annoyed at how Amy has ruined her attempted Brazilian, to see what's happened to her supposed BFF (which she's not even sure Amy is any more). There she finds Amy face down, arms straight above her head in a diving position. The wax has not, as Amy would have hoped, washed off of her body. Instead, the sudden drop in temperature has solidified the wax. Amy is now completely immobilized, a wax statue. Stacy flips Amy over. Amy's eyes are closed, her mouth a giant grin, her face totally relaxed, frozen forever in the brief moment of slightly-less-pain that the cooling water afforded her.
“BOSWELL!” shouts Stacy, “I HAVE ANOTHER BOTCHED BRAZILIAN FOR YOU!”
Boswell is amused to discover what has become of Amy and decides that she will become a permanent decoration. Amy is carefully affixed atop the gate to the mansion, with a sign that reads:
“Do not enter through this gate
lest you
share this bimbo's fate!
Came here for a little stay,
now she's
put up on display!
If you do not watch your backs
you'll find
yourselves encased in wax!"
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.