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Creighton was at her side a few moments later, silently walking next to her. She wanted to beat on him, she wanted to kick him and scream at him, but she didn’t know where to start. He was right, she didn’t like confrontations, but she didn’t like her family being insulted, either.“Are you angry at me for what I said, or because, deep down, you know I’m right?” Sandra stopped and turned to him; her eyes wide as she stared at the firm set expression on his handsome face. She tried to speak, but words would not come. She just stood there with her mouth opening and shutting like a fish.“I didn’t mean to upset you, but it upsets me when you belittle yourself because your sister wouldn’t like something you want to do.”“She does not belittle me, and she is very encouraging,” she finally found herself saying, but in a tone much less convincing than she would have preferred.“Really? Then tell me five things you want to do, really want to do, and don’t think about what your sister would s
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Creighton walked with Sandra along the Avenue des Champs-Elysées, where there were shops of all kinds and anything anyone wanted could be found there. They passed by a very large furniture shop with a window display of fine leather sofas, a large elegantly carved four-poster bed of rich dark walnut and a seventy-two-inch flat-screen television. There was a smaller shop with long evening gowns draped across plastic mannequins and another with fur coats being modeled by live women.They walked through the busy streets past several more shops and stores, until Creighton turned them into the doorway of a salon, then pushed the etched glass door open. A very attractive blonde with large breasts sat behind a small glass counter. Several portraits of beautiful women and handsome men lined the walls around her, and the chairs that lined the reception area were see-through plastic of all colors, reminding her of photos she had seen in an old seventies’ magazine. The floor was a mosaic of tiny
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Sandra lay at a reclined position on the table across a large pink sheet that covered the layer of leather. She was completely naked beneath a second sheet, feeling very awkward and slightly embarrassed as Creighton sat sprawled out across the chaise lounge, watching.Rochelle applied a thick layer of deep conditioner to Sandra’s long hair, massaging it into the strands and wrapping it securely inside a warm turban, then turned and sat next to Creighton on the chaise lounge. A young woman with shoulder length red hair named Brie, massaged Sandra’s shoulders and neck. Her nerves soon relaxed, her anxiety soothed away, leaving her feeling very pampered and so at ease that she nearly drifted off to sleep. The sounds of birds and wind chimes echoed softly from the speakers and Sandra sighed. The veil of slumber floated down upon her, but she woke full when she heard Rochelle ask the man exactly what he wanted done with his fiancée. “Ready?” Rochelle asked after Brie left, folding the she
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“Was it as bad as it sounded?” he asked her, his hands pushing the pink sheet higher as his mouth continued to travel up her body.“It eventually got better, but yes, it hurt like hell.” Sandra gasped as he reached under the sheet on the table and released the lever to the leg braces, spreading them further apart. “We have got to get us one of these,” he told her, lifting the sheet up around her waist; moving to stand between her legs so he could admire her position. “We could spend many long, wonderful hours playing on this.”“Do you find perversion in everything you see?” she asked, her face stiff beneath the heavy layer of green-gray mud.“Damn straight, especially when you’re reclining on it,” he assured her, leaning in and kissing her soft brown curls. “Please, let Rochelle wax this. I want you hairless and smooth.”“But it hurts,” she argued, a little less forceful than she would have preferred. “I’ll make you very, very happy you did.”“But it hurts.”“Please?” he asked as th
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By the time he had finished, Sandra’s skin was numb and hot. She was exhausted from the experience and ready to run and hide from embarrassment. Creighton rubbed an oily substance across her entire pubic area, being assured by Rochelle that this would prohibit the hair from growing back a few days longer, then told Sandra to roll to her stomach so they could finish her legs and her backdoor. “You mean you wax her arse as well?” Creighton asked boldly once Sandra was lying on her stomach; the restraint around her waist repositioned and her hands holding onto a set of bars under the table.“Absolutely,” Rochelle insisted. “Full, hairless and smooth. That’s the goal.”Half an hour later Sandra was sitting on the chaise next to Creighton, having had her legs and all her private parts waxed and oiled to perfection.“I’m very proud of you,” he told her, sipping on the white wine Rochelle’s assistant brought to them. “I never knew how intense something like this was.”“And to think our sist
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She nodded, wrapped a sheet around her waist and sat back on the table, steadying herself for the stinging sensation of the needles. Rochelle removed the plastic cart and returned with another, this one holding a hose and air compressor. She smiled wickedly, biting her bottom lip and held tight to the bar above her head, praying her fiancée would approve of her gift.Sandra was nearly finished dressing when a knock sounded at the small door. She slipped her pants on carefully so not to irritate all that had happened to her pubic area, before turning and opening the door. Rochelle stood outside blocking the view of Creighton who waited in the reception area.“He’s here and he’s very anxious to see you,” she smiled. Sandra sighed, quickly slipping her feet back in her sandals. “I can’t wait to hear what he has to say.” Rochelle closed the door and walked away with a bright smile, leaving Sandra alone again. With a deep breath, she gathered her bag with the makeup kit, waxing materials
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The tattooist spoke to her in French and Sandra suddenly became fascinated with her as she walked around Creighton, looking at the drawing. She smiled at him as he sat down in the seat next to Sandra, removing his shirt to reveal his muscled chest and flat stomach. Sandra narrowed her eyes as she watched the woman assemble the supplies, glancing repeatedly to him. She actually found herself wanting to shout at the girl to keep it professional. The man belonged to her.“Green eyes suit you very well, my love,” Creighton told her, watching her expression. She glanced back to him and saw the amusement on his face and blushed yet again.The two artists began their cleaning of the skin and Sandra watched as they removed sterile tips from a silver box on the counter, she assumed was a sterilizer, attaching them to long tubes and began filling them with ink. The man sat in a chair behind Sandra and began to sketch the design on her back, before pressing a switch somewhere on the floor. She l
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They walked together toward a large storefront about half-way down the block. Creighton opened the door and like before, stepped aside to allow her to enter first. Sandra looked around and smiled. There were large portraits of children, families and individual men and women decorating the walls. A small wooden desk sat near a thick black drape.“Very nice work,” she said as she inspected the pictures.“You like them?” he asked, and she nodded. “These are my brother’s kids,” he said pointing at the portrait of three children, two young girls and a boy. The youngest girl looked to be about two and had short dark blonde hair as did her brother who looked to be the eldest, around five or six perhaps. The older girl, she guessed to be around four, had dark-brown hair that curled in ringlets around her neck. Each had the same dark-blue eyes as Creighton and smiled cheerfully from a bench in front of a garden setting.“This is my brother Derek and his wife Kristin,” Creighton said, pointing
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