Ashlyn's day

Ashlyn peered through the peep hole and saw her neighbor from across the hall, Helena, the hair dresser and party girl. Ashlyn sighed. If it was Helena, she wanted something. She watched for a moment as Helena played with a strand of her long, wavy blonde hair and smacked on some gum before knocking again. "Open up, already," she said aloud to herself, but loud enough for Ashlyn to hear. Ashlyn opened the door.

"Oh, hi," said the curvy blonde, "hey, I'm going to dinner and dancing and stuff tonight, so could you walk Binkie since you never do stuff at night?"

Ashlyn rolled her eyes. Binkie was Helena's toy poodle. "Again?" said Ashlyn. This would be the third time this week she had walked the dog.

"OH, come on, it will give you something to do tonight. Just walk her about seven o'clock, OK?"

"OK," said Ashlyn knowing she could not refuse.

"Great!" said Helena. "Here's my spare key. The leash is haning by the door." She handed Ashlyn her spare key, turned and left without a thank you.

Ashlyn took the key and slammed the door shut. She went to her computer. She wanted to research the video. She also turned on her radio.

She googled "Video, control, 'do whatever your told'" as she listend to the music from the radio. She searched but found nothing. She then tried different searches and finally found an urban legend about a video that made the viewer have to do whatever he was told for seven days, but the viewer could get out of it if he had someone else watch it before the seven days were up.

"Yes!" said Ashlyn. She smiled and leaned back. A comercial came on the radio. "Come on down to Lacy's spa in Hartesfield Mall and get yourself a total body makeover! Let out stylist make you into a hotter version of yourself!"

Ashlyn got up and grabbed her purse. Before she knew it, she was on her way to Hartesfield Mall. She realized what she was doing and made sure not to listen to the radio. At the mall, she walked straight to Lacy's Spa and asked for a total body makeover. She couldn't afford it, but had ****. An hour and a half later, she had been made over. Her hair was full and thick, and poofed out, and she had expertly done make-up and nails. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and smiled. She did look hot. She paid for the make-over on her credit card, and before she left, the receptionist that took her payment said, "Now go get a sexy outfit to match your sexy look!" The receptionist was just being playful, but Ashlyn had to do it. Ashlyn purchased a short leather skirt and black halter top. She then bought some black three inch heels. She put it all on her credit card. She didn't wear her sexy outfit as she headed out to her car. Even though she was still in her jeans and tight t-shirt, she felt sexy and confident and strutted a little. On the way she passed a group of three teen boys in varsity jackets.

"Lookin' hot!" said one.

"Can I get some fries with that shake?" said another.

Though flattered, Ashlyn sped up her pace before any of the boys could say something that would be a command.