Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... break around two. We can grab something to eat at this little place I know about. It’ll cheer you up. Some good southern cooking.”

“Whatever.”

***

“Ms. Johnson, my name is Angela.”

Daisy looked up from her plate. She swallowed hard. “Okay?”

“If you’re finished, we’d like to start.”

“Start what?”

Angela looked to Aiden, who stared directly at her. He leaned forward. “It’s a date, remember? You have to dress for the occasion.”

“Dress? What does that mean?”

“We will begin with a facial, then hair and nails. When you are done, you can model the clothes for Mr. Keane.”

“Now wait. I didn’t agree to this.”

“Yes you did,” snapped Aiden.

Daisy looked at the beautician. She then touched her braid with the loose hair falling about the sides. “A hairdo, and clothes? Why would you do that?”

“Why not?”

“If you’ll come with me, miss,” Angela said.

Daisy nodded. She rose. She wasn’t too worried. Her plan would surely save her from the fate she saw in his eyes. But it just didn’t feel right to have someone pampering her while she left Pete behind. A pang of guilt stabbed her heart. She hesitated for just a moment, then moved along behind Angela.

Daisy’s chair was turned to the mirror. Her eyes couldn’t believe the sight before her. All morning she’d had women oiling, massaging, pressing, curling, plucking, waxing her.

“Do you like it?” asked Angela.

“Huh?” she stammered.

“I asked if you liked it.”

“I do.” A deep voice sounded behind ...

... her. Daisy’s eyes flipped up to find Aiden had arrived. She hadn’t seen him in the last two hours. Now he stood there, staring. She grabbed the collar of the robe and held it tight to her neck. She wore nothing under her robe. The waxing and skin treatments called for it. Daisy told herself he couldn’t know that and turned back to the mirror. It wasn’t her. The person looking back was stunning, but this wasn’t her. Even in all her experimenting with makeup and hair-weaves, braids and relaxers, she never achieved this.

Her hair had been tinted a dark chestnut with honey-blonde highlights throughout. Her skin was blemish-free: she looked unreal. They’d applied soft earth tones with her makeup. It was barely seen, except for the smoky tinting above her eyes. If she hadn’t been staring so hard at herself, she would have noticed that Aiden had requested the women who performed the transformation to leave. He closed the door and locked it behind him.

Daisy touched her face. Her skin felt as soft as cream. “Well, I’ll be.”

“You seem surprised at your beauty. Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s so different, I guess. I mean they even cut the hairs in my nose.” She giggled.

Aiden stepped behind her in the mirror. “I doubt that you had many.”

“Trust me. I had some.”

He shook his head. “Well, we aren’t done. I have a few dresses I’d like to see you in. We need to find the right one. And I’m a shoes man, so we’ll definitely need a pair of those too.”

“You talk like I’m some ...