It was around 9:30 the next morning when Valerie heard a gentle rapping on her door. At first she forgot where she was. Outside someone was calling. "Good morning. Ms. Carlyle may we come in please?"
Valerie got up and opened the door. It was the same two ladies who'd intercepted her the night before. Those self-same ones who'd talked her into to pretending to be a maid for Marcus Burke, her boss. Valerie rethought that. They hadn't made her do anything. She ended up volunteering, but she had to admit their downcast looks and sad comments had put her on a serious guilt trip. "Hi." She said. Not having remembered a watch she asked. "What time is it?"
One of the ladies answered "Oh. It's 9:30. Time for you to be up and about."
The other of the two ladies went on to something else. "We have your breakfast here. There's some fresh brewed coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon, a glass of OJ and some fruit. We're going to leave you to enjoy, but we'll be back in thirty minutes to help you get ready for your day." The ladies smiled and departed.
Valerie felt silly. They were nice ladies. There was no reason for her to be put off by them. Besides, she had other things on her mind. She'd had sex with Marcus. She'd turned over the one thing she'd been saving all her life, and her pussy hurt. She had a headache too. Valerie turned down the bed covers thinking she might straighten the sheets and make the bed. Oh no! She really had given it up! The sheets were slathered with streaks of dried blood. Not a lot, but enough. She couldn't clean them up, and she couldn't hide them. Those two ladies would be back soon. What was she supposed to do? She reflected on what her father would say. He'd say. Always tell the truth. People forget their lies, but the truth, like glue, always sticks with you. That's what she'd do. They'd come up. See the sheets, and she'd tell them what had happened. But she wouldn't volunteer.
OK. She'd made up her mind. She smelled the coffee, the eggs. My God! She was hungry. She pulled the plate over, and went to work.
Once Valerie finished her breakfast she went ahead to the bathroom to clean up. They might have said they were coming back to help get her ready, but she still knew best how to clean her own body. She took off the pajamas and turned on the shower. She set the water just as hot as she could get it. Stepping into the shower she poured a healthy amount of shampoo on her hair, and started scrubbing. It felt good, and she liked the fragrance. Hair done she took a bar of soap. It looked, like Ivory, and started lathering up. She soaped and rinsed two times. After the second time she just stood under the water and let it stream all over her. It felt good. She stepped from the shower, turned off the flow, and wrapped herself in one of the towels. Valerie contemplated, considering she was someone who'd forever been changed by what happened the night before, she still felt OK. She pulled the cover spread over the bloody sheet and lay back down to get some more relaxed time before the ladies came back.
Not long after Valerie got out of the shower the two ladies were back. This time they didn't bother to knock. Coming in they saw she had already bathed. One announced. "Oh, we'll go right to the skin cream. They took her bath towel, and seeing she was sufficiently dry they got out two tubes of some kind of cream. They started smearing it all over her. It felt good at first, but quickly started to heat up. One of the tubes was a cream they used only around her vagina. Valerie asked. "What is that you're rubbing on me?"
One answered. "It's just some ointment that will be good for your skin."
Valerie didn't know if they were telling the truth, but she let them continue.
After a few more seconds one of the ladies spoke. "We'll have to put you back in the shower briefly to rinse off the cream." They helped her back in the shower, and using soft cloths they rinsed and wiped away all the cream.
Valerie noticed as they wiped, all residual hair on her body was floating away. Also she noted most of her moles and other body marks seemed to have significantly faded. They slowly wiped her completely dry.
Next one of the ladies said. "Ms. Carlyle we're concerned about your feet and hands."
Valerie looked up in surprise. 'What?"
The other said. "We want to give you a manicure and a pedicure." Magically the other lady produced two plastic basins. They were soon filled with hot water.
One said. "Let's get your feet and hands in the basins for a nice soak."
Into the basins went her hands and feet. One lady poured in some sort of solution. Valerie started to have a mild sizzling sensation. "What did you just put in those tubs?" She asked.
One lady answered. "Just some medicated salts. They'll help clean your hands and feet and soften your nails and skin."
Not long after, the ladies were working industriously on her appendages. Both clipped, abraded, and wiped her hands and feet. Each applied a clear nail polish, and they were done!
Valerie watched the process with fascination. When they were finished all her fingernails and toenails had been clipped well back from their tips. They were so far back as to be nearly nonexistent. There was no pain, but she could see all her nails had been cut back to the quick, that soft sensitive flesh found under the nails. She held her feet out, and arched them to get a better view. She held up her hands and examined everything closely. The only comparison she could make was with those of a baby's hands and feet, all soft and pink. Her nails were clipped so far back, and her flesh was so soft and sensitive she knew doing anything other than the simplest of tasks would be not only difficult, even uncomfortable. She touched her cheek, swept her fingers across the bed spread. She picked up the fork she'd used at breakfast and touched the tines. Her fingertips were too sensitive to be able to apply any but the slightest pressure. She had the hands and feet of an infant, soft, delicate, and especially with regards to her hands, borderline nonfunctional.
The first lady spoke to the second. "Isn't she adorable?"
The second responded. "She's the sweetest." Turning to Valerie. "This is our best work."
Then the other lady reached in the hallway and brought in a large box. While one slipped to the hallway, the other started to remake the bed. She announced. "It's time to get dressed."
Valerie watched as they opened the box and got out what was inside. They took out a white blouse. Made of a soft and translucent material they put it on her. One stood behind her holding the blouse, while the other helped her slip her arms through the short sleeves. The sleeves barely covered her shoulders and were a loose fit. It had a low cut angular neckline. One lady buttoned the blouse up the front. There was no button line. The buttons were small and round, like little pearls. They went through narrow vertical holes that were at the very edge of the front seam. If Valerie moved she could see there would be small gaps between the two sides of the front of the blouse. Like last evening, no bra was provided, but the blouse was tailored in such a way as to give her limited support. Next from the box came a black pleated mini-skirt made of a light lilting fabric. It was almost see through and came to just mid-thigh. It was held together at the top by two or three small buttons in the back. There were loopholes for a belt, and they produced a small black piece of silken cloth. This they passed through the loops and tied off at the back. Out came a pair of nylons. They were black. Each lady took one and pulled it up a leg. The nylons came almost to her crotch. Next out of the box was a pair of black panties. Compared to the fluffy attire of the night before these panties were downright conservative. They fit loosely, but comfortably. Last they brought out a pair of black ballet shoes. To say they were true ballet shoes would be a misnomer. They were soft, and fit snugly, but comfortably around her newly scrubbed feet. They had a low heel, perhaps two inches, and a soft insole. The height of the soft heels was in no way uncomfortable, but they did elevate her feet enough to give her legs shape.
One of the ladies pointed to the vanity. "Sit here so we can put on your make up." Like the night before the make up was minimal. Valerie was glad of it. Just a little pink blush, some pale pink lip-gloss, a little tad of mascara, and some pale blue eye shadow. At the last moment one lady pushed something against her left cheek.
Valerie looked in the mirror and saw a small stick up of two little overlapping red hearts had been stuck to her cheek.
The lady commented. "Mr. Burke will like that."
The other lady peered at her. "You think so?"
