"Of course, tell me how to dress, okay."
"I'll text you."
I was still in the four seasons and I was about three weeks before my next hair appointment. There was a place on Queen Anne Hill called Intermezzo spa where I could get a facial and a massage and get my lashes done, extensions even. I was thinking about being a sexy wife, very feminine.
If I got there at one o'clock today I could be done by five or so. I showered up and went for some cherry red lipstick and I used a faint bit of the lipstick smudged in under my cheekbones. I did not dry my thick hair and I thought it was a pretty hot look. I had an off white sleeveless top with a deep decolletage, that had little primroses on the background. Pink yoga pants, commando of course and my fav, red open toe pumps. I loved them because they really showed off my toe cleavage.
I absolutely loved pounding through the city in my Trooper, I had my windows down with Laura Branigan's Gloria playing. She could really sing, my goodness. I parked in their funky garage and made it with two minutes.
I walked up to the counter with my plumps clicking on the wood floor. There was a tall woman facing away from me wearing an off white business suit, that hugged her ass and hips and she had the most incredible legs and open toed cork wedgies.
She was on the phone, she turned around and winked at me and held up one finger with very pink nail extensions. She was wearing a simple pure white cotton blouse with two buttons undone, with short sleeves, I picked up on what she was saying, "I love you baby, be nice to your little brother promise me? I love you too."
She had blue eyes and cute bangs and big hoop earrings. She had small B-Cup tits and was not wearing a bra. She was literally an American beauty, late twenties and my cunny was singing her a love song. I felt shy and looked up at her eyes and away and back and I arched my back, pushing my girls at her.
She giggled and said, "Down girl, we haven't been introduced yet."
I held out my hand and said, "Hi I'm Vicki!"
"Girl, I'm a mother, take a deep breath."
I exaggeratedly sucked in air through my nostrils, while I bit my lip and then I looked down and shook my head. I looked up at her and said, "Orange blossoms. I can't help but stare you're an American beauty, perfectly lovely and you make my heart pound. I have absolutely no control. I a fuck me, I've got an appointment for a facial, massage and lashes. Look, I'm sorry, I just came out and I was betrayed by my family and in an abusive relationship. God, I just want to be a strong woman's wife and have her babies and make her know my love. You're everything I wish I could be! " and I was crying.
She was besides me and took my hand and said, "Come on," we walked down the hall to a room and there was another classical beauty awaiting me, this time it was red haired very plump BBW with more chins than a Chinese phone book. Looking at me she said "Betty will do your facial. Betty this is Vicki."
Betty pulled me into a hug our tits melted into each other. She was wearing Chanel and it was so hot, she was so hot, my cunny was soaking through to my camel toe. I wanted her to take me, immediately. I've never been so needy. I would be her wife in a heartbeat, my heartbeat was going wild now. She turned me around and there was a big sink that I would sit in a chair and lay my neck in this opening and face would be looking up as she gave the facial to me. I was bumping her hip now aggressively and I said, "Betty, Betty I'm sorry, I'm just out recently, it's just that you're so beautiful and I've not been with a woman since I was in high school, but you make my heart pound and I can't help but tell you I've dreamed about being a strong woman's wife and fuck I'm so wet for you now. I won't tell, but could you please take me," I laid my face in the crook of her neck."
"Girl I know you, we all walked in a march for you. No you're not ready for this, I can't take advantage of you."
I looked at her and said, "Betty by definition I'm submissive, my cunny is sopping wet demanding you fuck me. Fine don't marry me, just for the love of God, I have not been with a woman in years. I will beg you if that's what it takes. I w," her fingers on my lips stopped me from talking."
I walked in a state that felt dead to the sink and sat down and she lowered my neck and head gently into the notch in the sink. Then there was goo on my face and slices of vegetables on my face and I still had my buds in and I was listening to this cover of a John Prine song called Lake Marie, that was so heartbreakingly sad. She pulled my head up and my face did feel lovely.
A woman came in named Darla and led me to the massage room. I was instructed to get rid of my clothes and lie face down on the table with my face in this hole in the table. I've watch so much lesbian massage parlor porn and I was content knowing I was going to get a mindless, no love fucking session.
One hour later my entire body had gone through a deep tissue massage without my ass, tits, thighs, cunt being touched. I was fucking one and done with this fucking puritan bullshit place. Finally, I was brought into the last stop for my lash extensions and it was the nameless American beauty who would do my lashes. I would not look at her. We did not talk. Towards the end I looked over and there was a picture of her with the woman that had cut my hair. I said who are you with in that picture?
She said, "That's my wife Deanna. Why do you ask?"
"She cut my hair."
"When did that happen?"
"I said, maybe five weeks ago I could not leave my room so she came to my room and gave me this cut."
