Anything to make a sale

The clitty you already have. Everything is arranged. I’ve got an appointment for you at the hotel’s beauty parlor. Finish your drink and let’s get going. They are waiting for us. Oh yes, and I’ve got a full wardrobe ready packed for you, because you will also not be staying here at the hotel. You will be moving into Jim’s apartment for the week. That’s what he likes to do.”

I started protesting heavily. “Shut up. You will do as I say. That’s what you promised and that’s what you’re going to do. If I say that you are going to be Jim’s ‘bitch’, then that’s what you’ll be! Do you hear me?” Silence from me. “Do you hear me?!” she repeated. “Yes Victoria.” I had no option. I was proverbially stuffed.

Like a lamb to the slaughter, I followed Victoria out of the bar, down the passage and into the beauty parlor. The beauticians were waiting for me with great big grins on their faces. “Hi darling, welcome to our parlour”, the head beautician announced. Victoria laughed and they all laughed with her. “I’m going to watch this transformation sweetie”, Victoria told me. And then they took control.

My clothes were stripped off, I was placed on a beauticians table…..it seemed more like a torture table to me. I was waxed from head to toe; every bit of hair from my eyebrows down was ripped from my skin. And when I say everything, I mean everything. I had never felt so naked. And with Victoria watching all the time. Then I was moisturized, facial-ed, pedicured, manicured, eyelash curled and tinted, makeup-ed and, yes, pierced. My ears were pierced and long dangly earrings attached, my belly button was pierced with jewelry….a little gold and diamond chain. And, horrors, a two-inch sized bright pink butterfly was tattooed just above and to the right of my penis. Nothing could have looked more feminine than that little pink tattoo and belly button jewelry.