Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Prettier. Prettier than those gray panties.
I suppressed a whimper in my throat and I pulled my fingers away. I walked out of the dressing room, and I told the saleswoman I would wear the romper out. I put my debit card on the counter and did everything in my power to look like a girl who bought gorgeous, expensive clothing every day.
“Leah!” said the receptionist at the day spa, without a question mark, as if she had known me for ages. “Wow, that’s a gorgeous romper.”
I looked around for a moment as if I didn’t recognize my own name, and there must be some other Leah, in a new romper, present: one the pretty young woman knew, standing invisibly, somewhere in the reception area. I heard her laugh, and I turned back to see her smiling at me.
“Don’t freak out. Selecta Arrangements sends us your picture.”
That made me swallow, and the skin of my forehead prickled with the beginnings of a new wave of heat. I studied the receptionist’s face, trying to do it as casually as possible, but I didn’t detect any sign that the picture she had seen wasn’t just my New Modesty profile pic.
“Okay,” I said tentatively. “I mean, thanks. I… uh… I just got it. The romper, I mean.”
A second of silence became an uncomfortable two seconds as I tried to figure out what to do next.
“This is my first time,” I admitted, feeling the warmth spread into my cheeks and wanting to curse at the humiliating sensation.
“Oh,” she replied. “Well, I’m Fran. And you can just have a seat. Your aesthetician Patty will come get you when she’s ready. In the meantime, I’m just going to give you your contraceptive shot.”
My eyes went wide as I noticed she had a syringe in her hand. Fran gave me a smile she clearly meant to reassure me.
“Covers you for three months,” she said. “Fully funded by Selecta, of course.”
My cheeks went scalding hot, but I nodded quickly, and looked away so I wouldn’t have to see the needle. It took two seconds, and it felt like nothing more than the proverbial pinch nurses always tell you to expect. The idea that I was being readied to have my virginity claimed, however, lingered disturbingly as I waited, though, for the aesthetician to arrive.
Five minutes later another pretty young woman with a warm expression and a killer tan emerged from the door behind Fran’s desk. She fixed her eyes on me with a professional smile.
“Leah,” she said, “you can follow me.”
To my dismay, I found that my knees wobbled under me a bit as I stood. The day spa seemed perfectly normal, but the reason I had come made the experience—even here at the start—anything but. To do this, to prepare myself in this intimate way—it seemed to represent another, even more serious point of no return. Yes, of course, my hair would grow back down there. Something about physically altering the most private part of my body, though, seemed drastic.
It would represent, I couldn’t keep myself from thinking as I followed Patty through the door and into a hallway with doors closely spaced along both walls, a major plot moment in the ‘story.’ To bare myself down there advanced this embarrassing tale with what seemed like terrible swiftness.
How the virginal, midwestern Leah R became the kept woman… the toy… the fuck toy… of a wealthy West coast movie tycoon. How she had her pussy waxed for her sponsor’s pleasure. How he told her to buy pretty lingerie, so that he could enjoy looking at her virgin pussy through the film of her lacy new underwear. How she obeyed, even though she hadn’t even met him yet.
Patty opened a door on the right.
“You can go on in, Leah,” she said brusquely. “Go ahead and take off your romper and your panties and lie down on the table on your back. I’ll get my cart and be back in a minute.”
“Okay,” I said, hearing the shakiness in my voice. I went through the door and Patty closed it behind me. For a moment I stood and just looked stupidly at the padded massage table, as if there were something astonishing about this perfectly ordinary little room. My thoughts went back to Christian G, to the pictures, the private message, the lingerie. Rather than let my scalding face get any hotter, I started to take off my romper.
I didn’t look at the big mirror along one wall, but the treatment room was so small that I couldn’t help seeing myself out of the corner of my eye. I had put on clean panties, but they were exactly the same gray cotton as the ones I had worn during the photoshoot with Mary. I had to shake my head violently to clear it of the memory of Christian’s judgment of them.