Authors note - Hi, this is my first story on this site. I wrote this story yesterday morning so it's not very long. If you like or despise my writing feel free to leave a comment to let me know what to improve upon. Thanks for reading!
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*Ding dong* I opened the door to find a tall man standing on my porch. He is well dressed with his hand resting on a handle to a very large suitcase. "Hi! Im Ken, would you have a second to view a new line of beauty products that just hit the market?".
I love the beauty industry! I'm not a big fan of makeup as I pride myself on my natural look. But don't even get me started on my skin and hair routine! I could spend a whole week going over all the products and steps I take to get my skin softer than velvet and my hair healthy and bouncy. This man came to the right house!
"Yes! Please come in!" He enters my house and I ask him if I could take his jacket for him. "Thanks! Mind if I set up in the living room?". Dragging his massive suitcase into the living room he takes a seat on the couch and begins to remove the contents from the many compartments. I take a seat across from him in a chair while I wait for him to finish.
With my coffee table now overflowing with products he leans forward "where would you like to start?". It takes me a few seconds to scan over the clear sections that he's made for each brand. With most of the products being cosmetics I feel that I must tell him. "I'm not really a makeup kinda girl, do you have anything else?"
"Absolutely! Let me put all this away and I can show you the good stuff". He sweeps the table of all the makeup and pulls out a small box. Removing the lid he then takes out the contents one at a time to reveal... an unlabeled bottle and some shiny red and black tape. "What is that" I ask more puzzled than ever before. "This is a new routine that Hollywood has been using to keep everyone looking so youthful and their skin so smooth! This process delivers very good results! Money back guarantee!"
"That sounds great! What is the routine?" I ask full of excitement. "This might sound strange but first you massage in this cream and then seal it in with the tape for at least an hour to avoid the cream evaporating from the skin."
I was intrigued, but my skin was already so smooth I just couldn't imagine significant improvement. "Whats in the cream?" I ask. "Don't worry it's all natural ingredients, but I can't reveal the secrets just yet as it's still in the manufacturing process. This is just a sample I was able to get from a friend in the business." He grabs the bottle and motions his head for me to come join him on the couch.
"May I see your hand?" Reaching out his own as if it was a gift. I place my hand in his and he applies a small dollop on the back of my hand. He begins to rub the moisturizer into my hand with massaging motions and I really couldn't complain, it felt great!
Once the cream was completely spread, he asked "what color, red or black?" "Black please!" Black complements my tan skin all too well. He grabs the black tape "can you make a fist for me?" As I oblige he starts wrapping my hand in the non sticky tape, wrapping from my wrist until my hand is completely sealed within.
"Do you have a partner?" The question catches me off guard, was this an advance? "Uhm, I do. My boyfriend is currently out of town for work but he'll be back in 4 days." He looks at me for a second "I only ask because it's a difficult task to do by yourself, you could also enlist a friend to help." Whew, if he was hitting on me I could've been in trouble, this man is both tall and undoubtedly handsome. Makes sense he's a salesman.
"Would you like to do the other hand as well so both can be equally as soft, you don't want one hand to get jealous now, do you?" He jokes and I chuckle. "I guess not" he massages and wraps the other hand. Now both of my hands look like shiny black lightbulbs. I try to open my hand from a fist but the tape doesn't seem to budge. "I see why this is a two person operation, I can't really open or use my hands. Also getting my boyfriend to give me massages everyday for my routine sounds nice but I don't know if he'd agree." I tell ken the handsome salesman.
"As a man myself I can guarantee you could convince him, just tell him he'll get to feel how smooth your skin will be. If you don't mind me asking is there some place on your body he likes to touch?"
"Uhmm, well he likes rubbing his hands up and down my arms and he does this cute nuzzly thing on my neck. And of course he likes kissing my lips and all over my face. And some other stuff I'm not too keen to comment on at the moment."
"No worries, sounds like he's quite loving. This should be easy for you then. If you'd like we can apply some more cream, it should keep your skin perfectly soft and smooth for about a week if you keep it sealed for at least an hour."
"Uhm, sure. Is this free or are you going to charge me some ridiculous amount for this stuff after it's all said and done?"
"No no, nothing like that. I assure you I'm all about customer retention, a satisfied customer is of utmost importance to me. This is just a sampling for when the product hits shelves and you decide to buy a million cases and use my name as the referral!"
"Ha ha, ok. I'm afraid I'm not made of money but if I do like this stuff I will be sure to buy some from you!" This guy is a great salesman!
"Where should we start?" He asks while picking up the tape and the bottle of secret moisturizer. "How about my arms?" With my hands already bathing in this supposed magical cream, i figured my arms should match the softness and my boyfriend would love it.
"Sounds good to me!" He starts lathering on the cream and massaging it in and it feels amazing, he is great with his hands! "Hands behind your back please." Wait what?! "I thought you were just going to wrap them individually!" He steps back for a brief moment. "Apologies, I forgot to mention that. If you wrap each arm separate the tape can cut off circulation. But if both arms are wrapped together they will distribute the force. I promise this is the way, we do it all the time for actors and actresses."
"Can they be in front of me instead?" I ask. "Normally that might work... but your uh, very large breasts would make that nearly impossible." With that statement I can acknowledge what he's saying. "Oh ok, yeah you're probably right. I just didn't realize I wouldn't be able to move my arms at all for an hour." He then walks behind me and pulls my elbows close together and starts wrapping from my wrists up to my shoulders. It's pretty tight but not uncomfortable as I'm quite flexible.
