So to start my tale I should inform you that I work at a health spa as receptionist and my job entails mostly administrative and customer-related tasks. Nonetheless, I am also there to assist the on shift technician, obviously not with the lasers as I am not certified, but with well… assisting shaving clients to prepare them for their treatment. So this particular Saturday I was asked to help with shaving a client’s back, which was fine, it’s part of my job and I just needed to be professional about it and it’s something I’ve regrettably had to do before as well so no big deal right? Not quite. So I do the usual: I put on my gloves, grab a razor, and begin supporting the tech, however, much to my shock (and displeasure) the tech suddenly removes the client’s pants and underwear, to which I am greeted with a furry posterior. It is all I can do in my power to hold back my chuckles from sheer shock. I’ll spare you the details but let’s just say it was not totally consistently colored… Striving to remain professional, I then had to proceed and hold the client’s glute tight to shave it. I wrapped up as thoroughly and swiftly as I could and booked it the hell out of the room. Later, when I had to set up the client’s next appointment, neither of us could face each other because of that embarrassing encounter. I will probably never be able to overcome the moment I stared at the variegated butt up close.