On arrival at the salon, I was greeted by Jo, the senior therapist. Having shown me into the treatment room, I think she could sense my apprehension and immediately made me feel at ease. She explained that she has been waxing for 15 years, there's nothing she hasn't seen and she's even won awards for her "work". Phew. So, as I strip off my bottom half, slip into my stylish paper pants (which they provide to avoid getting my own underwear coated in the sticky stuff), I hop on to the couch shrouded in a towel and give the nice lady my order. She prepares the hot wax and rather quickly gets to work on my scary hairy legs. She explains that the type of wax she uses tends to depend on what the customer is used to and also their hair type. Knee up, swivel to the side, leg down, out to the side... as we chat away, before I knew it, legs had been waxed to within an inch of their life and suddenly, before I have a chance to react, the first wax strip goes on to my unsuspecting bikini region.
The bikini wax took less than 10 minutes - thankfully Jo was incredibly quick and efficient. She knew exactly what to do, how to deal competently with the hot wax on contact with skin and how best to preserve the customer's modesty during this rather invasive beauty treatment. There was only a little bit of discomfort at the beginning of the bikini treatment, especially when occasionally not all the wax was removed in one stroke.