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forties. “Ah, fresh clay for us to shape and mold into a work of art. Welcome, Danea. We’ll start with electrolysis.”
    I hated the electrolysis. I didn’t have bushy eyebrows, so why it was necessary to tweak them was beyond me. I hated the waxing even more, especially when they waxed my pubic area. It was damned painful and extremely embarrassing to be lying there with my legs spread wide while a strange woman spread the lips, down there, and applied the wax, hovering dangerously close to my clit. Minutes later, she actually held the lips while she removed the wax. I couldn’t help but feel horny, especially when the girl pulled the skin tight around my clit. She didn’t bat an eyelid. I guess she was used to seeing come trickle down a woman’s slit. Without showing any expression, she reached for a wipe and gently dabbed between my folds. Good God, she even waxed between my bum cheeks.
    I was glad that part was over. My legs and armpits were next.
    “You’re fortunate. You have very fine hair on your legs and none on your arms and face,” she told me. Her name was Jennifer, and I guess I’d have to get used to Jennifer playing with my private parts as she told me I was to do this regularly.
    The mask felt pleasant on my face. While it was tightening my pores, my personal stylist, Hans, worked on my hair.
    “We’re not going to cut much off, darling. You have absolutely gorgeous hair,” Hans said.
    At that point, I didn’t care what they did. I just wanted to get it over and done with. I closed my eyes and didn’t open them again until he put me under the dryer.
    Somewhere in between, I’d managed to eat the salad Helen brought me. I sipped my coffee and glanced at the large clock. It was after seven.
    Before Hans finished my hair, Dot removed the mask and started to apply makeup. I found it rather useless because I wasn’t going anywhere. As she worked on my face, she showed me what I had to do in order to apply it myself.
    “You’ll get to take home a complete makeup kit,” Dot said. “Before a show and any special occasions, we do the girls’ makeup and hair, but in between, you have to take care of it yourself.”
    Hans finished my hair. The woman gazing at me from the mirror, hardly resembled Danea Fitzgerald. I couldn’t believe it was me. The transformation was phenomenal. I actually looked beautiful and was sure I could compete with any of Kalem’s gorgeous models.
    I was done and eager to go home. Do I tip them? Before I had a chance to wonder more, Helen gave me the answer. “Kalem tips us handsomely, especially for a specialty job like this one. Remember, when you spot hair growth, you come to the salon immediately.”
    “Do I need to phone for an appointment first?”
    “For a touch up, no. For a complete waxing, yes. You’ll need to have that done on a regular basis. Don’t worry. Our schedule is flexible since we’re not open to the public. We only serve Kalem’s harem.”
    “Cute. So I’m a member of his harem now.”
    Helen laughed. “Stay on his good side and you’ll be fine. Sheldon arranged for the company limo to drive you home with your new wardrobe. The limo should be waiting for you.”
    The neighborhood I lived in wasn’t sleazy, but neither was it upscale New York. I felt weird as it pulled up in front of my old apartment building. I had a sense of not belonging there anymore. Overnight, I was moving up in the world.
    “I’ll have to make several trips, Miss,” the chauffeur said, his arms laden with clothing.
    “Sorry, there’s no elevator. I’m on the second floor. I can carry some.”
    “Absolutely not.”
    I was glad my apartment was on the second floor. If the poor man would have had to go all the way to the sixth, he might have allowed me to carry some of the bags at least.
    He had to make eight trips. I offered him a coffee, but he declined politely, touched his cap and bid me a good night.
    I looked at the massive amount of clothing, boxes filled