The Wager- BBW Erotic Curvy Paranormal Romance (TOUCH OF THE GODS) by D.X. Luc

full lips, I tried to make my own features stoic and uninterested. “Do you mind?” Turning the dial, I stopped the water and frowned at the leather clad biker chick.
                  “What? Ain't never had a woman watch you wash?”
                  “Sure, I have my sister, but that was when I was, oh I don't know—Five!”
                  “Shame. You've certainly missed out.” Her eyes darted where my loofah covered my crotch and before I could react, she ripped it from my hands and tangled her fingers through my short, soapy curls. My limbs grew weak and shaky as her fingers hovered just above my pulsing clit. The look she gave me said she knew all too well what I wanted.
    This made me worry, because I had never been attracted to women, not sexually at least, but somehow I had turned into a sex addict. I could see it now, 'Hi, I'm Vanessa and I'm a nymphomaniac.' That was who I’d become in the span of a little over a week and as I locked my eyes onto Nemesis? I knew I was enjoying every minute of it. I even whimpered in disappointment when she removed her questing digits away.
                  “We'll have to get rid of all of that. Let me get my wax kit. Be right back!”
                  Wait , was the thought running through my mind. Did she say wax kit? For down there ?
    To my horror, she meant exactly that, coming back into the steamy room with a large white jar, white strips of paper and several of those popsicle sticks you see at your doctor's office. I tried to retreat, but realized too late that she was blocking the only exit and I didn't have the supernatural ability to blend into the blue tiles of my shower.
    Nemesis, strolled toward me, a sly smile playing on her lips and my last resort was to grab a weapon, which was the detachable shower head. Armed, I held it up, my threat clear and true.
    She paused, eyes wide with surprise. “You wouldn't dare!”
                  “Try me. You get that crap out of here.”
                  “Oh don't be like that, Vanessa. I swear it won't hurt a bit. I'm the best in the biz.”
                  If I believed that, I’d be a nun! Still holding the water hose, I took my other hand and moved it to the dial, ready to blast her if she even thought she was ripping my pubic hair out.
    Nemesis let out a long, frustrated sigh.
    I smiled, feeling a sense of victory.
    Sadly, it was a short-lived win. Inhumanly fast, she disarmed me and rolled me over her shoulder. The world spun as I screamed and landed solidly on my back. I cursed a mean streak, but she suddenly became hard of hearing, pinning me by planting her firm behind on my rib cage. Looking to the side, I could see her profile and gave her another list of foul words I knew.
                  “Now, don't squirm. The more you fight, the worse it'll be.”
                  “I thought you said it wouldn't hurt!”
                  She spread the cold gel in a triangle on the outer edge of what I believe is called the bikini area. I could feel her layering a strip of paper over me and I tensed, my knuckles white, nails digging into the soft bath rug.
                  “Are you ready?”
                  Nodding my head, I squeezed my eyes shut. The pain she said I wouldn't feel hit me like a bowling ball and the sound of hair being torn from my follicles were drowned out by my screams of agony. My breath came out in sharp pants and it took all I had to keep from smacking her. No, I waited until the second piece of tape was removed to pop her on the back, hoping she'd get angry enough to stop. I did feel her body tense from my assault, but she didn't respond in anger.
    Nemesis, the sadistic daughter of my lover, merely chuckled and pulled the third one, in a slow, agonizing stroke.
    Choking on sobs, I tried in vain to push her off, but there was no budging the slender