“I didn’t. What else have you learned?”
I set my book down, now interested in what he finds entertaining.
He flips back a few pages. “They have bedazzled white girl boots.”
I chuckle. “White girl boots?”
“You know. The boots the white girls wear thinking they are going to keep their feet warm, but they are really a poor excuse for footwear?”
He turns the page toward me. My laughter comes easier when I see the boots he speaks of.
“You know they bedazzle like everything,” I say, thinking back to the spa services the ship offers.
“Oh?” he asks.
“Mmhmm. Look at the spa packages.”
He sets his magazine down, searching for the spa services.
“What am I looking for?”
“Oh, you’ll know when you see it.” I try to withhold my smile.
His eyes scan the list. Then they widen.
“Va… Vajazzled? Is that what I think it is?”
I shrug. “If you think it’s a vagina adorned with a ton of fake jewels, then yes. Yes, it is.”
“My god. What? Why? I cannot unsee this.”
He turns the magazine, showing some of the services and right there, front and center, is the top area of a woman’s lower area with jewels.
“What the fuck, Dom? Why would you do that to me?” I cover my eyes, laughter spilling out.
“If I had to see it, you did too.”
“You can’t even see the actual vagina. It’s just her FUPA.”
He looks at me in horror. “Do I even want to know what that means?”
“Fat upper pussy or pubic area, depending on who you talk to.”
I go to casually pick my book back up, but he grabs it from me instead.
“Oh, no you don’t. I have questions.”
I let out a heavy sigh, but secretly I’m amused.
“Go on.”
“Do women really plan to show their pussy that much that they feel they have to dress it up like that? What happened to a nice but classy landing strip? Or neatly trimmed? Even a piercing is better than this.”
Shaking my head, I try to contain my laughter. “I can’t answer that. I’ve never had it done.”
“Maybe I’ll pay for you to have it done.”
“Nope. No way. I am not letting them glue anything to my vagina. I’m an all-natural girl.”