Manscaping the Manzilian - Part 2

Continued from Part 1
The first manzilian I manscaped was the boyfriend of a client of mine. She told me he'd been shaving downstairs and she was getting good and tired of a razor-burned cha-cha from his 'stuff scruff'.

I told her I had never performed a bikini wax on a male client before but that if he was willing, I'd do my best. I knew it was going to take me longer than usual because I'd have to work slow and carefully(it's not just the top triangle that gets waxed, it's the squishy bits too.)

They were game and she told me she'd be there in case I needed an extra set of hands. On the day of their appointment, I got everything ready and tried to steel myself against the jitters. Why would I voluntarily do this you ask? There is a large gay contingency around the spa and I knew that if I could get comfortable with this service(that very few estheticians are willing to perform) that I could charge more than a female wax and I would have another revenue stream coming into the spa.

It's about the money dahling. If I charge $75 for a manzilian and it takes me thirty minutes on average, then I'm grossing an average of $150 an hour, comparable to what my hourly would be if I'd gone to law school as planned and way more fun.

So they arrived and to my surprise, her boyfriend was a giant, towering(probably 6'6) African-American gentleman. He was also a personal trainer and so was Atlas/Adonis like in physique. I'll admit, I had never seen a black man naked up close and personal. It's not that race makes a difference but for the first manzilian I ever did, I guess I was kinda hoping for a small, mousy, spongy white boy that would lie prostrate to my dominatrix-like manuevering.

We all proceeded to the treatment room and I point to the changing room door and tell him that I needed him naked from the waist down. Yeah, I was barkin' orders that day. I had put a hand towel in there(we call it the 'dignity' towel at the spa) but he strode out, more like swaggered out completely naked, sans a towel of any kind.

Me: There's a towel in there you can use to cover up a bit.

Him: I don't need a towel(obviously this man was very proud of his form, as he should be.)

Me: Well, the towel is for me too, you do want me focused on the area I'm applying hot wax, yes?
Him: Then I'm going to need a bigger towel.

Me: I've already seen you and that towel will do just fine.

We all laughed, a little banter had relaxed things a bit. He lay on the table and it was fucking comical because the table was far too small for him, his legs were totally hanging out. It was like laying a Ken doll on a deck of cards. I had him keep his legs straight and the dignity towel covered his bits and bobs. I had him use his hand on top of the towel to keep everything taut and I powdered the top triangle area.

He wasn't aroused(it does happen sometimes) but the soft dusting of powder seemed to put him at ease. Then I slathered on a strip of warm wax and he seemed to relax a bit more,mmm warm. Then I smoothed the muslin over the wax, careful not to do any unnecessary rubbing(I never have to think about these things with female clients) and he sank into the table as if to say, this isn't so bad. Then I held the strip firmly and pulled.

Continued in Part 3

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Reverend Ghost said... July 31, 2008 at 10:06 AM  

Well, that's different.

MsPicketToYou said... July 31, 2008 at 10:47 AM  

the manzilian mini-series!

Floaterie said... July 31, 2008 at 10:48 AM  

oh. my.
more. please.

~Mountain Lover~ said... July 31, 2008 at 10:54 AM  

Never had a Brazilian, only a bikini wax and my whole body just cringed for the guy! (Such fragile creatures and all.)

Can't wait for more!

Prok Aryot said... July 31, 2008 at 11:13 AM  

You are such a tease!!! More! I want more!!!!

Gypsy said... July 31, 2008 at 11:48 AM  

Ooooh, ouch!

Rassles said... July 31, 2008 at 12:55 PM  


Ken doll on a pack of cards.

Queen Mutha said... July 31, 2008 at 1:30 PM  

Oh!~ You are so f****** mean! Leave us hanging like that!! Cough up the rest and I mean now! I am going to be refreshing my page all day just waiting. My kids wondered what the hell I was laughing at.

Anonymous said... July 31, 2008 at 3:08 PM  

You can't stop there!!! Did he scream? Did the towel go flying across the room? Did he fall off the table?? What??

*Taps fingers*

Anonymous said... July 31, 2008 at 3:35 PM  

Bloody hell, woman. Finish the story! We need to know how the man bits turned out!

Alice said... July 31, 2008 at 4:08 PM  

This is ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING! And I'll join the others in outrage at having to wait for the next part.

RiverPoet said... July 31, 2008 at 4:46 PM  

OMG! I was laughing until tears spilled down my cheeks!

"You're going to need a bigger towel!"

At least you got someone with a sense of humor (and attitude)!

Peace - D

GirlGriot said... July 31, 2008 at 6:29 PM  

Well, by now you've gotten the message that we want the rest of the story, but I can't resist throwing my plea in with the rest. More! More!

Anonymous said... July 31, 2008 at 7:01 PM  

You do? No. Really? OMG

The Numismatist said... July 31, 2008 at 7:08 PM  

That. Was. Mean.

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