When I tell people I'm an Esthetician, they stare blankly at me. I quickly follow with, "I do facials, body wraps, waxing, and I also do nails, too." Invariably, the light bulb goes on and they are compelled to ask, "Do you do those Brazilians too?" Sigh. The women are always mortified and the men are always aroused. Both are equally intrigued by my chosen profession. Believe me, it isn't at all arousing, nobody's getting any happy endings, and I'm just happy if the client still likes me after I've ripped clumps of hair from their labia.
So a couple years ago, I was working in a very swank spa. I had a client who came in for a Brazilian, and I waxed away. Apparently she was also there for a massage, but I didn't realize that. I left the room thinking she'd get dressed and come up front. I got to the break room and started chatting away with Malady, when it clicked in her head that she was supposed to massage my client! Whoops! Malady went back to her room and knocked quietly on the door. "I'm over here," she heard. She turned around to see my client, sitting on our waiting room couch, with a shirt but no pants or underwear on. WTF?!?!?! Who would do that? The client explained to Malady that she didn't see the point in getting dressed, only to get undressed for a massage. We never looked at that couch the same again.
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Ha! who can forget that day?
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