Waxing with Kirsty

Those of you who follow this blog - and I know there must be somebody out there, or I'm just talking to myself - probably already know that I like to keep my thatch looking reasonably neat.  I've been waxed a couple of times during training sessions run by Kim Lawless, and those have been fairly public affairs.  Being naked for one of my hen nights is nothing, compared to being naked for a class full of girls, when a couple of them are going to be getting fairly intimate with hot wax.  It's a nerve-wracking experience, but it's definitely worth it.

The last time I got waxed, though, was in September of 2011, so I was definitely due an update.  Overdue an update.  I've been looking pretty unkempt lately, as a result.  It's not the sort of thing that most girls complain about in one of my classes, because a bit of a thatch isn't exactly unusual.  But if they can see there's been a bit of grooming, they seem to appreciate it.

Back in September, I was the practice model for a girl called Kirsty Penny, and she did a great job.  I was really impressed with the results, and made a decision that I was definitely going to go back to her.  I tried to make arrangements back in January, but for various reasons I wasn't able to make it.  I eventually got round to it last night, though.  And I think a monthly visit from now on, for a bit of maintenance is in order.

I would recommend Kirsty to anyone.  We discussed what I wanted and this time I was left with a really cool triangular thatch that I loved.  At the time, it didn't even occur to me that one of the more subversive elements of a thatch like that, is that it's kind of "pointing the way".  I'm sure that when I work again this weekend, the girls will already have a clear idea of where they want to look, but if they choose to, they could always follow the hints from that little arrow.

I've been spreading the word, lately.  I've recommended waxing to a few people.  I've told guys about the benefits, and they've always looked fairly dubious - though, in many cases, they've also looked pretty intrigued.  I've turned to their girlfriends and recommended that they get persuasive.  I keep telling them that when they first cup that velvety smooth pair of plums in their hand, they'll never go back to how it was before.  On at least one occasion, I convinced the boyfriend to get it done, but my success rate has probably been a bit low when I pitch it to the men.

Anyway, I definitely recommend it.  With the right therapist (and Kirsty is definitely one of the good ones) you'll get really good results with a minimum level of discomfort.  So, if this blog has any influence at all on anyone local, then contact her.  She's worth it.

Seriously... when I got home after getting it done, I walked around naked for the rest of the night, just admiring it and stroking the smooth bits.  Not in a dirty way, I should add.  Well... OK... occasionally in a dirty way.  Actually, that should be acknowledged, because it's indisputable.  Being handled that intimately, and getting results that cool... it's going to make the area clean, but it's just inevitable that the mind is going to turn that little bit dirty.

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The future's so bright...

Normally, I don't go naming any of the people among the groups who hire me.  There are two reasons for that - first is that I'm terrible at remembering names, so I don't have to worry about getting it right.  Second is that I worry a little about the privacy of those who might not want to be named.  Now, since I've been posting pictures more and more often, the privacy issue might be largely redundant.  The remembering part, though... that's as relevant as ever.

Today's group, though... they had already been a bit prepared.  The name of the bride was plastered all over the wall, with a couple of photographs taped up.  I haven't vetted the pictures I plan to use yet, so that name might be revealed to any readers of this blog.  But I'm still going to refer to her as "the bride".  Just like I always do.

This was actually one of the easiest classes I've ever organised.  Mostly because I didn't actually do all that much organising.  The girl who hired me was very efficient.  The original plan had been to hold the event in Dumfries, but it got moved to Glasgow at a very early stage.  I told the organiser about The Tiki Bar, and said that was a favourite venue of mine - in fact, my only regular venue in Glasgow, but still an incredibly cool place.  I sent her my usual link to the bar's website and in her next email to me, she spoke about how she had called the bar right away.  Apparently the bar staff enthused about my classes, so I get a little extra validation and she signed everybody up for their Cocktail Making Masterclass as well.  That would have been held shortly after the tutor and I left.

The introduction was fun, again.  I noticed that there was a sort of cupboard (I missed it on previous visits to The Tiki Bar) and I asked the barman if it was OK to use it.  He pointed out that it was tiny, but since I was only going to be hiding inside it, that was cool with me.  I set up the room so that the bride's chair was facing in that general direction to make sure she'd get the best possible view of my introduction, tucked my clothes behind a bit of furniture at the back of the room and waited for the organiser to arrive.

When she did, we went through the introduction and I described how Adriana could cue up the usual boring routine - claiming she was going to teach them to draw fruit.  She loved that and I asked how she wanted me to step out.  Some people like me to be wearing something right at the start.  But no... naked... she was very adamant on that one.  Later, she told me her boyfriend says that she's bossy.  I just thought that she was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't shy about saying so.

I couldn't close the cupboard door properly,  but that meant I had a great view of what was going on through the crack by the hinge.  I could see a large chunk of the room.  At one point, I could see one girl showing another girl a ring she was wearing, and I thought I'd identified the bride.  Apparently not, though - this was a girl who had recently become engaged.

A couple of minutes later, I thought I'd messed up on the surprise when another girl (who actually turned out to be the bride) walked to the back of the room.  I was surprised and curious to see that she was carrying a pair of skis and wearing a skiing outfit.  She went looking for somewhere to set down the skis, which meant she glanced behind a piece of furniture and saw my clothes piled up.  She was curious about them and commented on them, but didn't pick up on what they really implied.  I was a bit anxious at that point, but after a moment she found her seat and sat down.  And so I waited for my cue.

There were no shrieks or screams when I stepped out of the cupboard.  In fact, it was the most chilled out and relaxed response I've ever had.  I was almost disappointed.  But then I loved the way they just took everything in their stride after that.  The poses, the challenges, the whole lot.  They definitely seemed to enjoy themselves, anyway.  And, like the organiser, they didn't seem particularly shy with their requests or thoughts or ideas.  I still wouldn't have referred to anyone as being "bossy", though.

A couple of times I was asked to wear shades, as part of a couple of the poses.  I loved them.  Being naked is one thing.  Being naked with shades on is just quirky.

I asked about the skis, but she wouldn't elaborate.  She claimed to have been skiing in France that morning and hadn't had time to get changed yet.  A good answer, but I've got my doubts.  There's no way she could convince me on that one.  I'm not an idiot.  I know she could have got changed at the airport.

Later... inevitably... we used the skis as props in one of the poses.

Like last week, I picked out favourite pictures from every pose.  Like last week, the plan was to have individual winners as we went along - then one final, overall winner at the end.  Unlike last week, however, the overall winner somehow got forgotten amidst the sheer energy of the whole event.  I only remembered about it much later, and I was gutted.

During one pose, there were three great pictures and I couldn't pick a favourite.  They each had great physical characteristics going on, so they were immediately referred to as Bruce Forsyth, Frankenstein's monster and the missing link.  Seriously... if you'd seen these specific pictures, you'd have got the references right away.  Assuming you knew who Bruce Forsyth was, of course.

The bride at one point asked me what I was doing in July of 2014 - I think a friend of hers is getting married.  So if she books me, that might turn out to be the most foreplanned event I've ever had.  So, now I really hope the world doesn't end this year, because I really wouldn't want to disappoint her.

The last pose of the class - like in the last couple of weeks - was the "Make a Giant Man" pose.  I should get name all these poses and get some cards printed up or something.  That would be fun.  When we laid it out, it seemed that this group of girls were particularly interested in drawing my torso.  One claimed that she had drawn my groin, but no matter how I looked at it or what way I held it, I just couldn't see it at all.  In the end, I told her it looked like a medieval helmet and put it above my head instead - or above where my head would have been, if anyone had drawn me with a face.

The bride was drawing me in profile and she drew my nose - nothing else.  Fair enough... the only thing bigger than my nose is my chin, so that worked in profile.  So, perhaps the Giant Man needed a helmet - to disguise the fact that the rest of his face was hidden.

A giant eye

Yesterday, I was working with a new tutor - an Australian girl called Jodi, that Alison had recruited.  She arrived early, shortly after I'd set up the room, so we were able to talk for a while and learn what each others' expectations were.  When she asked about the upcoming group, I told her I didn't know anything about them, because they'd booked through one of the agencies.  All I knew was that there were twelve girls.

I said that the default option was to assume that at least one person was being surprised, so I should step outside and wait for my intro.  If nobody arrived early and introduced themselves, that was how we'd play it.  We were still talking, though, when two of the girls turned up - so after that, we were able to get a clearer idea of the right approach to take.

They told us that the only person still in the dark was the bride.  They were going to lead her in blindfolded and they wondered if I'd take up a position just in front of her, ready for "the grand unveiling".  They apologised in advance for the screaming we would get.  Then they went back up to the bar and ordered their drinks and waited for their friends to turn up.

So that was great.  Jodi and I got ready and waited for the girls to come back.  I kept on my bright trousers until everybody had taken their seats, then took the bride's hand for a moment and everybody took a few pictures while she was wondering what was going on.

She definitely did scream.  In fact, once she'd made the initial glance at me, it was ages before she could even look at me.  She had her head turned away and her eyes covered - the whole lot.  Sometimes, at these points, I worry slightly about whether the bride's friends have misjudged her response; but these always seem to be early reactions and the moments always seem to pass fairly quickly.

 Jodi did a great job of introducing the class and getting things moving along.  And she was cool about taking pictures on my iphone.  I asked everybody's permission in advance, as usual, and explained how the pictures would add a bit of colour to the blog, and they were all cool about it.

We did the random picture generator thing for the last pose.  The girls were all asked to draw a single body part, so we could try to create a man on the floor when we were done.  I'm hooked on that challenge, now - I always want to see what kind of results we'll get.  This time, I ended up with two torsos, a giant nipple, a giant eye, five penises and no legs.  And the bride - the girl who could barely look at me, back at the start of the class - was responsible for one of the penises.  I posed with that drawing for a couple of the pictures.

Towards the end, Jodi asked me to show her how to delete some pictures, then took my iphone over to a couple of the girls and let them pick out any pictures that identified them personally.  They had professional jobs and didn't want their pictures to be used in any way that might compromise their standings - including blogs like this.  I'm actually surprised that I haven't encountered that response before, and I thought it was pretty cool that they had allowed the pictures to be taken in the first place and just arranged to remove the ones that would be potentially troublesome.

This also meant that there were two sets of group photos at the end.  Some with me, but minus the two professional girls and some with all of the girls.  There was a lot of jostling going on when I was posing with the girls, and it took me a moment to realise what was going on.  A couple of them were trying to press each others' hands against my bum.  Perhaps I should have been outraged.  I might pretend to be offended, next time something like that happens.

Treasure hunt

Finally, we have Alison in some pictures.  For the most recent class, I had an extra person present - a sort of back-up tutor.  Her name was Katharina, and mostly, I had her taking pictures.

Later that day, when I was looking through them, I commented that this was the first time Alison had ever featured in the pictures, because usually she's the photographer.  Katharina said she felt that since Alison was also a part of the classes, then she should really be represented.  So now, for the first time in this blog, you can see her.  She's the blonde girl in this first three pictures. 

This group of of girls definitely seemed to have a busy weekend planned.  They were running about 45 minutes late, because they'd been participating in a treasure hunt and had lost track of time.  I asked Alison if she had any schedules to keep to, or any reasons to hurry off and told her that even if she had to leave early, I would still pay her - I'd simply get Katharina to step in on her behalf.  It didn't seem like the most professional thing to do, but under the circumstances, I thought the girls wouldn't mind.  The alternative, after all, would have been sticking to the original schedule and just giving them 15 minutes worth of the class.

Thankfully, that wasn't necessary, though.  None of us had any pressing need to take off and all of us were happy to give the girls the full hour, despite their late arrival.  And so, ultimately, everything went fairly smoothly.

I really like The Fiddler's Elbow as a venue.  With mirrors lining the walls, and huge windows dominating the room to let in plenty of natural light.  With warm colours everywhere, with plenty of floor space and lots of ways to create a decent focal point.  Tables, chairs, couches, armchairs, the whole lot.  I can't use this venue for all of my classes, but definitely the larger ones really work well here.

Last time we were at this venue, Alison and I made good use of a really cool armchair that was available.  We thought of using it again, but this time there were some really cool beanbags as well, so we used those instead.  Next time, there'll probably be something else that's really cool, just lying around.  It's always fun to improvise.

While the girls were settling down, I looked at a couple of their treasure hunt forms, to see what that event had been like.  Much more complex than I anticipated.  From what they had said, I had assumed it to be a scavenger hunt, but this involved finding statues, writing dates down, adding up the numbers and using the results to find the next step on the hunt.  I think they were divided up into groups of four or something like that, because one group was very amused that another group had spent an hour in a coffee shop in the midst of that competition.

I couldn't help wondering whether that hour could still have been spent productively - using mobile 'phones to find the answers to various clues, rather than finding the relevant statues.  But apparently that would have been cheating.

I'm thinking of adding a fresh twist to the "best picture" part of the class.  Right at the end, it becomes a little tricky to find one picture among all the others, so I've been picking out my favourites as we go along and setting them aside - then choosing from those.  The new twist would involve making that element a bit more "official".  Pick one picture each time, show it to everyone, set it aside and keep a sort of "scorecard".  The girl who wins each round will get two points and the girl who wins the final competition will get five points.  Perhaps I'll arbitrarily award other points to the other girls as we go along - for original comments or... just... whatever.  Or arbitrarily detract points for similar reasons.

One girl produced a picture that I really liked.  I held this one up, and showed it to everyone, then went to put it onto the pile with the other potential winners, then suddenly noticed that the artist hadn't been particularly generous with one particular component.  I held it up again, pointed out the offending element and told everybody that was the reason that picture was being disqualified.  Then I picked up another picture where the proportions were more flattering and told everyone that this new picture would take its place.

Finally, we got to the group picture part of the class.  Sadly, at this point, it never occurred to me that we could have invited Alison to be part of the group shot and have Katharina take the pictures.  Though I'm not sure if she'd have gone for it, to be honest.

We used the beanbags again - to create a couple of "tiers" this time.  I sat on one of them with two of the girls, while the rest stood behind us.  One of the girls sitting next to me got a bit "wavey" with her hands, which created an interesting moment.

At least she provided me with a bit of "modesty cover" for this final picture, though.

A filthy comment

Today's class didn't start out promisingly.  My tutor, Marta, got confused about the address of the venue she was expected at, but didn't query it with me until 2:10 PM - less than an hour before she was due to start.  But since I was already at The Standard, and since the 'phone reception there is very poor, I didn't know she had tried to get in touch until just before 3PM.

The girls arrived at 2:30 PM, but moved off to the side to do some activities of their own.  A series of - from what I could tell - ice-breakers, to set the mood.  At that point, I didn't know that Marta was having problems, so I was still waiting for her to arrive.  When I did finally find out, I had a word with the girl who had booked me and she was really cool about everything.  She wanted to wait until I had a tutor, so I tried to call Marta.  It was around about then that the barman taught me a trick.  He told me to put the 'phone inside a glass and it would get a signal - and the signal would last for a while, even after the 'phone was taken back out of the glass.  I thought he was having a laugh, but I tried it - and sure enough, suddenly a series of texts were coming through from Marta.  That's when I discovered she didn't know where she was going.

I spent half an hour trying to call her, text her clarify where she was, what she was doing, whether she was coming... and eventually gave up on her and started the class.  At that point I didn't know if she was going to turn up late, but I promised the girls I'd take their class right up to 5PM to make up for the late start.  By then, it was 3:30 PM.

Everything went great after that.  I've said before, that when the class actually starts, all the previous stresses just fade away.  Everything that has the potential to go wrong has either done so already, or has been fixed by that point, so there's nothing left to do but run with the limitations.  So I reassured the girls that I'd been doing the classes for three years and that I knew how to put forward all the drawing challenges and we got started.

There must be something Hitler-like about me, that I'm just not aware of.  As far as I can tell, when I look in the mirror, I don't have hair that's even remotely like his, but still... this is the second time that someone has drawn me with a Hitler haircut.  I can't remember when it happened before, but I know it did.  And on that occasion, everybody - unanimously - agreed that the artist had to take her picture back and add a moustache to it.

It happened again today, with the same result.  Strangely, though, the moustache that was added to the picture looked more like an Errol Flynn type of moustache than a Hitler one.  Sometimes this job gets pretty surreal.

The girls were all very happy to appear in my blog, so I got them to take pictures of my favourite drawing challenge - that one where I get groups of them to team up, divide the body up between them and draw it, then put the pictures together to see how they work.

Time passed really quickly.  Despite offering the girls extra time to make up for the late start, I was really surprised when I checked my 'phone and discovered it was almost 5PM and had to move quickly into the final drawing challenge.

For this one, I lay down on the floor and told the girls that they could each focus in on just one body part - whichever one they liked - and draw it quickly.  At the end, we would put them all together and try to create one massive body.  I did this challenge once before, in Aberfeldy, and it was fun back then, too.  Once it was done, I put them all together and found the picture had just two penises, but loads of feet.  Oh, and one set of knees - which was handy, because without those, there would have been a large blank space between the feet and the penises.

At the conclusion of the class, a couple of the girls asked me whether I really needed a tutor.  I told them that the classes always ran better when I had someone else around, but they kept insisting I didn't need one.  It's definitely better when there's someone else there, though.  Otherwise, the classes can too easily just turn into a naked bloke saying "Look at me."

I hate not having a tutor, though.  It feels less professional and at the end of the class, there's nobody to sit and have a drink and chill down with.  Nobody to enthuse with about how well it went, when we get a class as good and as cheerful as this one.

Still... it was a great day... and the drawings were fun, as usual.  One girl, though, looked incredibly innocent but still managed to write an absolutely filthy comment on her picture.  And I couldn't possibly repeat it here.

Sad face, smiley face

This was a smaller group, so Alison and I were able to guide the girls and group them a bit more - which meant we were able to use the huge, battered armchair that we'd spotted in the previous class.  I really loved it and really wanted to use it.  And with the fact that all the girls were viewing me from the same, general direction, it worked perfectly.

I took up position and waited for my cue, but it was different this time.  I hadn't been able to speak to any representatives of this group prior to the class, so wasn't able to find out how many people knew what to expect.  Turns out it was all of them, so while I was waiting for Alison to introduce me, they agreed on a different summons - and suddenly, they were all calling my name.  So I went through, and said "hello".  Wearing the red boxers, for the second time that day.

This was a loud, friendly and boisterous group that were bombarding me with questions right away.  It was a lot of fun, and I really enjoyed the rapid-fire, scattergun approach.  There were times when someone wouldn't wait for me to answer the first question, before throwing a second one at me, so I was glancing left and right, trying to work out who I should answer first at times.

And they weren't all questions I get asked too often, because groups often have a bit more reserve and don't want to seem rude.  But these were things like "are you gay?" and "do you ever get hard during these classes?"  I was really enjoying myself.

One of the girls came up to me for a photograph and seemed particularly amused and excited.  I don't think she expected to be able to get so close to the model at all and kept giggling really hard.  Then she suddenly shouted "penis!" and I nearly cracked up, myself.

The winning picture of this class was a masterpiece of simplicity.  Just two pairs of eyes and two mouths - making up one smiley face and one sad face.  It might sound rubbish, but it accurately summed up the entire pose in a very surreal way.  It couldn't not win the competition.

At the end of the class, the girls all went in different directions and agreed to meet up at their apartments in a couple of hours so they could all go home.  I think they were going back to London tonight.  I don't envy them.  Sounds like a long, long journey.

But before they left, they give Alison and I the remains (just over half) of a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc that they weren't able to finish.  And Alison had to hurry off to an event of her own while I was tidying up the room, so she let me have it.

I'm going to drink it now.

Rocky

This might well have been my biggest group yet.  I can't remember for sure, and would have to go through all my records to confirm it.  But 28 girls... that's a big group.

And so, today, we were in The Fiddler's Elbow.  Another really cool venue, with great ambience.  When I was researching it on the net a few weeks ago, someone described it as "shabby chic" and those words really seem to fit.

The room was huge, and so perfect for such a large group, but even despite that, it took some careful arranging of the furniture to get all the tables and chairs facing towards a single focal point.  There was a huge, battered looking chair that I really wanted to use as a prop, but for this first class (there were two classes today) it simply wasn't practical.

I was a bit concerned about the huge windows, at first.  They overlook Picardy Place and it felt like anyone could look in and be offended, but the barmaid assured me that they were tinted and nobody would see me unless I stood right up against them.  The glass door looking out onto the stair also made me a bit wary, but again she reassured me.  She said she would warn any passersby that there was nudity in the room and so if they looked in, then they'd know what to expect and wouldn't be shocked. That was enough for me, because I wasn't shy.  I just didn't want people complaining to the management.

The girls were lively and friendly.  There was a Rocky Horror theme going on over the weekend, so I was asked if I might happen to have a random pair of gold hot pants lying around.  I didn't have any and couldn't find any, so I compromised and wore a pair of red, shiny, satiny boxer shorts with gold dragons printed on them instead.

When the girls arrived, I hid (as usual) and waited for my cue (as usual) but this time, I cued up the reprise of I can make you a man and started that playing as I walked out.  I am a long way from being  muscular, so I felt that the intro (the enthusiastic calling out of muscle groups) was particularly funny.

The only person who didn't know what to expect this time was the bride, but I got the distinct impression that someone genuinely didn't expect me to get naked for this class.  There was a real cry of shock as I pulled off the boxers, and it definitely didn't come from some random passerby out on the stairs who just happened to witness that moment.

One girl asked me if I did any other modelling.  Before I could answer, she elaborated on her question and mentioned Kim Lawless as an example of my other modelling experiences.  I have modelled for Kim's class on mens' intimate waxing twice, now and it turned out that this girl had been one of her students.  I asked if she had waxed me personally (I couldn't remember her face) but she said she had brought along her own model, but still remembered me specifically.

I left it to someone else to ask if it was my face she had recognised.