What if there was this woman whose profession was that of a waxer. Day in and day out she saw vagina, and armpit, and upper lip, and back, and leg. And waxed it. She became sort of sexless you know, and I mean, nothing really turned her on, except really grotesque things. Like, lesions, or herpes, or like gimps. People with one arm. ? dumb.
I'd like to go anywhere with this. Lets see. What if it was more than her not being able to get her jollies? i mean i guess she could do some real depraved and sickly erotic things. ..ugh.
ok, lets say she had some high profile people as clients. and she kept their unwanted hair. and sold it on ebay? NO. put up cameras and filmed it? um. sold secrets about her clients to the paparrazi? ...um.
kept their unwanted hair, and made little voodoo dolls out of them. but why is she such a creep? this angle sucks bangkok.
ok, she had any old regular clients, and really started loathing her job. and she would leave trails of hair in places that they couldn't see as her own personal sort of fuck you. ok that could be like a tick of hers.
hm.
And she has a pet bananna snake. And hardwood floors. And marble counters. And she sleeps on silk sheets. And her hair is glossy all the time, from every angle, not only when the light hits it just so. And she has green eyes like Harry Potter, who she hates simply because of his unfortunate name.
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