Chapter 7

Carrie left Sharon on the treatment couch and found Sami waiting outside. "She's all yours, Honey." Carrie said with a twinkle and walked across the corridor and back into the room where Sasha was just about to turn Jane on to her back. Carrie could see from Jane's breathing that Sasha was keeping her at just the right level. Sasha was now wearing a facemask and Carrie picked hers up from beneath the couch and fixed it over her nose and mouth. "You can smell the stuff as soon as you open the door." Carrie said a little concerned for her daughters health.

"Its Ok, Mom. I put the extractor on the room should be clear in a few minutes but Mistress Amanda said we were to continue to wear the masks 'for effect.'" Sasha said.

Behind her mask Carrie smiled, knowing just what effect her Mistress was aiming for and Sasha saw the look of lust in her mothers eye and asked with muffled laughter in her voice "You sure you didn't get some of this on your way in, mom?"

"Don't be cheeky." Carrie replied and for her own effect and pleasure spanked Sasha's bottom.

"Sorry, mom." Sasha rejoined trying unsuccessfully to sound contrite. "If I'm cheeky later will you do that properly?"

"You are incorrigible!" Carrie said in mock exasperation. "Anyway we have a job to do right now and that wax looks almost like it's gone too far."

"Oops!" Sasha said and flicked the edge of the last strip of wax on Jane's left buttock. Fortunately there was little hair there and what there was, was soft and so Jane felt no pain, not that she would do anyway as she was so far out on the gaseous mixture Sasha was feeding her. After applying the milky balm and removing any trace of waxy residue Sasha lifted Jane's eye mask and checked her pupils and pulse and then lowered the dosage slightly.

"Come on, slut, lets roll you over and have a good look at your goods." Carrie said as between them they rolled Jane over onto her back. Sasha looked at the screen on the wall that showed a view of the room from the main hidden camera and turned Jane's mask covered face towards it. "I'd trim the pubes now, honey, if I were you so you can do the gran finale bit on cue."

"Whatever you say, mom." Sasha replied as she picked up the electric clippers and trimmed Jane's pubic hair down to almost nothing but bristly stubble. She rubbed in some soothing cold cream to moisturise the area and felt Jane respond lazily to her touch. Sasha allowed herself, despite the disapproving look her mom gave her, the thrill of rubbing the cream deep into Jane's lips, her thumb stroking her clit making Jane moan through her anaesthetised haze.

"You be careful, Honey." Carrie warned I wouldn't want you to damage the goods I'd hate to see you become a pet like Kitty.

The thought of her friend lying downstairs waiting to be walked and fed and played with sent a shiver down Sasha's spine and she stopped and returned her attention to the job at hand. Between the two of them they soon had Jane's arms and legs free of even the slightest hint of hair and the mild bleach in the balm made her skin look almost translucent, like fine china.

"She's not the prettiest little slut we've had through here." Carrie commented. "But I bet she will look great once Helen has her ready for her 'photos'."

"Yeah." Sasha agreed. "I'm really looking forward to the makeover myself, I understand it's going to be a multi phase job."

"I think so." Carrie concurred. "I got the list of costumes from our Mistress and it certainly looks like that. I really enjoy those so much better than you just slapping on the panstick, and me putting them in a peephole bra and crotchless panties."

"I never 'just slap on the panstick'!" Sasha objected, her professional pride hurt. "I am an artiste." She couldn't help laughing along with her mother at the pomposity of that last statement.

The buzzer beneath the TV screen warned them it was nearly time and they quickly coated Jane's mound and breasts with the warm wax. Sasha stood behind the couch looking toward the camera, as Carrie stood the other side, her back towards it, hiding Jane's face from view. They stood there watching the wax turn milky, waiting for the buzzer to sound again indicating that the camera feed was going straight to the hairdressers salon.