CHAPTER EIGHT
It was after 10:00 Sunday morning when Beth awoke from her deep sleep. The
soreness in her breasts confirmed that she had not had a nightmare, it had all
been real, real as hell. She got up and went to the bathroom.
In front of her mirror, she examined her still red and swollen nipples. She
carefully looked at the rings to see if they could be removed by some kind of a
release or something like that. She was surprised to see they were solid, all
the way around. She stood there looking at them and her body with its hairless
vagina. She noticed the gold chain around her neck with the word "slut" had
been removed, but now that seemed like a very minor thing The sight of her own
body repulsed her, so she put on her bathrobe, and went about fixing breakfast.
It was about 2:00 when, fully dressed, she drove to Frank's house to see if
he was home, or if he had really left town. There was no answer at his door, so
she drove back home.
During the next week, the soreness and swelling in her breasts went away.
She was glad the rings in her nipples were small enough that they did not show
through her clothes. Slowly she became accustomed to them and went about her
duties at the library.
As the week progress, her mood improved, and soon she was working with the
enjoyment she had always had. Her trips to the newspaper to turn in book
reviews or get rewrite notes were uneventful. She wondered if Frank had
actually moved, or just when he would return. She hoped with all her will that
he was gone forever.
By the end of the second week, Beth was surprised that her pubic hair had
shown little evidence of growing back. That is except for one small dime sized
spot centered near the top of where her hairline had been. That tiny spot
seemed to be trying to start some hair growth, so her concluded the rest would
likewise soon follow.
The third week passed without contact from Frank, and there were no notes
from the woman whose identity was unknown. It was as if things were really
over. The only reminders were her nipple rings and her still hairless vagina.
That Sunday, at the end of the third week, Beth sat on her bed nude. She
took a make up mirror, and using the magnifying side of it looked for signs that
her pubic hair was returning. The dime sized spot now had hairs, only a couple
dozen, but they were now over 1/2 inch long. Yet the rest of her vaginal area
showed no sings of hair growth. Beth's concern grew, but she still expected to
see her hair returning any time now. Her nipples had completely healed by now
and there was no trace of the soreness that had lingered for so long, but she
was increasingly concerned about her pubic hair.
The next Wednesday, when she went to the newspaper to check her message box,
Beth found an envelope, sealed and with her name typed on the front. She
suspected it was from the unknown lady, so rather than open it, she just placed
it in her purse, and went back to her car and drove home. She thought it was
going to be telling her that Frank was back in town, and she did not want to
read the bad news in public.
She went into her house and straight to her kitchen. She mixed a large
tumbler of gin and tonic and returned to her den. She sat down and drank
several long drinks of the gin. Only then did she open the envelope with her
trembling hands. Inside was another typewritten note. It read, "I bet your
sweet pussy looks funny with just a small spot of hair above it. Remember how
the first few hairs I removed hurt, and how the rest were removed with what felt
like a light sting? Guess where they were pulled out by tweezers and which ones
were removed permanently by electrolysis?"
The contents of the note hit Beth like a ton of bricks. Her eyes filled
with tears and disbelief. She quickly undressed and again examined herself with
the magnifying mirror. It was true, there was no hair growth anywhere but for
the small spot, and there the hair was close to an inch long. She buried her
face in a pillow and cried for nearly an hour. Her body had been ruined by
these people and she could not change what they had done. Even if she were to
be free of Frank and this woman, her body would never ever look the same.
After she had cried herself out, she returned to the den and her glass of
gin. She drank it, then another and another. She drank until she actually
passed out.
Beth was late to work the next morning and had a bad headache from all the
gin she had consumed. But she made it through they day. The week passed
slowly, but at last the weekend arrived. She had spent time in her library
researching hair removal by electrolysis, and found it was indeed permanent.
Frank had now been gone four weeks and Beth had ceased driving by his house
to see if he had returned. She hoped that he was gone for good, and resigned
her self to the permanent removal of her pubic hair. She had decided to go to
a doctor and simply tell him that she had changed her mind about having nipple
rings, and to get him to remove them for her. The only thing that kept her from
doing it was the embarrassment of being seen with them, even by a doctor, but it
was something she was definitely going to do in the near future.
She stopped by the newspaper on her lunch hour Monday to turn in the book
reviews she had done over the weekend. In her message box was a memo from the
Society Page editor, Susan Wright. The handwritten message said, "I am
considering doing a feature length article about our city's library in the near
future. I would like your insight in this area. Please call my secretary and
let her know when a convenient time would be for us to meet on the subject."
Beth was thrilled at such a chance. The library was about to start a fund
raising campaign and this would be great publicity. She called the main office
and talked with the Director of Branch Libraries, her boss. She told him of the
message and asked for time off during work hours to meet with Ms. Wright. Her
boss told her that she should take what ever time was needed, and that he agreed
how fortunate the timing on such an article was coming just as they were
starting the fund raiser.
As soon as she hung up, she called the newspaper and asked for Ms. Wright's
office. Her secretary answered, and Beth identified herself. An appointment
was made for Wednesday at 4:30 pm. Beth hung up, then told her assistant about
the appointment and that she would not return to work since she normally got off
at 5:00 anyway.
It was just after 4:00 when Beth rode the elevator to the top floor of the
newspaper building. She went to Ms. Wright's office and identified herself to
the secretary explaining that she was early. She sat in the reception area
until a few minutes after 4:30, when the secretary told her the Ms. Wirght had
been detained at another meeting, and they would have to reschedule the meeting.
She apologized on behalf of Ms. Wright, saying that she was awfully busy.
As they walked back past the secretary's desk, she handed a large envelope
to Beth. "Ms. Wright was afraid this might happen, and she ask me to give you
this if she was unable to make the appointment. She ask me to tell you that she
would like for you to review the material, and give your opinion of it for her
feature article."
Beth assured her that she would do just that, and that she would call for
another appointment tomorrow. She tucked the envelope under her arm and went
back to her car. It was too late to make sense for her to return to her branch
library, so she drove on home.
She fixed herself a sandwich and ate, the changed into her old sweats. Beth
got a glass of wine and sat at her desk ready to review the information Ms.
Wright had assembled. Inside the envelope, she found many articles the
newspaper had done about the library and its personnel, including herself, over
the past few years. There was also a couple of article outlines for her to look
over. One was about the tenure of the head librarian and his retirement plans
in the near future. Beth's name was on a list of five expected to replace him,
and there was a little about each person on the list. The other was an outline
about the history of the library which Beth found interesting but dull.
There was a handwritten note in the envelope, at the end of the other
material from Ms. Wright. It said that she preferred the story about the head
librarian's nearing retirement, and that she would be very proud if one of the
newspaper's part-time staff were to be awarded that position. In her note, she
added that being involved in the article could give her some public exposure
that would help her chances in getting his job. She closed with saying she
looked forward to working with her.
Beth was flattered, Susan Wright was in her late thirties, and known
throughout the city. She had social contacts everywhere and was always in the
lime light. She had lost her husband about four years ago and was incredibly
wealthy now, and she was a major contributor to all of the local political
candidates. Her support would almost guarantee her succeeding as the new head
librarian, even though she was a least ten years younger than the others being
mentioned as possible replacements.
Beth went back through all the material about the first article again. She
noticed that there was a personal biography about the other four, but not for
her. She assumed it was because they had all been with the library for much
longer than she had been. She made a mental note to mention that to Ms. Wright
when they met.
Beth was about to call Ms. Wright's secretary the next morning to schedule a
new appointment when the phone at her desk rang. It was her secretary, she
said, "Ms. Wright asked me to call you and tell you that she needs to meet with
you this evening. She said something urgent has come up and it is of vital
importance to you. She would like for you to join her for dinner at her home
this evening at 7:00. Can you make it?"
Beth was taken aback by what she heard. What had come up she wondered, but
she stammered out that she would be there. The secretary gave her Ms. Wright's
address, and said good-bye. Beth was worried about this meeting with Ms.
Wright, and was distracted in her thoughts for the rest of the day. The thought
of Frank and what he knew flashed through her mind, but she was sure he had not
sent it to anyone because she had done all he had required. "No," she thought,
"it must be something else."
