Soundtracks, Strides, and Salons

Author's note: Thank you, dear reader, for making it this far into the prelude of my main story. I know this is not the normal style for a choose-your-own -path site, but I hope I've made it enjoyable. This is a particularly longer chapter, but hopefully still very enthralling.

In addition, this chapter was made multi-media in a way. There are periodic links in the story that will take you to music videos on YouTube. These are intended to help convey the mood and share in Vyki's experience. If you choose to skip them, this shouldn't dissuade you from the story; they're more there to help you further immerse yourself in the world.

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Vyki sits at her desk in total antsy anticipation trying to comprehend what is possibly in store for her today; she would say she’s on pins and needles, but the proxy of Sir Bill’s cock is much larger than any pen she’s ever seen & could never be called a needle.

She tried in vain to consider focusing on her work, but while it had almost become commonplace and comfortable to sit in her signature lingerie as Sir Bill had instructed her this morning, the addition of her boots with the locks was just novel enough to keep her mind guessing on what was in store for her.

If it were anything like yesterday, it could be torturous. Paul always did love using shibari, but Vyki was surprised at how exhilarating it could be as the subject. Spending hours in directed self-bondage with the lavender silk rope Sir Bill gave her proved to be an eye-opening experience.

Even now she could experience echoes of the rush of thinking how even though she had tied the knots, including the ones on her wrists, and she knew given time she could undo them, she felt trapped under the relentless onslaught of the Gadget and compelled to confess so many inner thoughts to Sir Bill. Even the threat of being tied out on her back porch knowing full well that she would have to be the one to do it, the thought of risking being caught by a neighbor as a trussed-up schoolgirl was frightening and exhilarating all at once.

And buckling under the threat of being physically tormented by a visitor of Sir Bill’s direction as he unlocked the doors remotely with his security access if she didn’t comply seemed almost laughable looking back because she knows Sir Bill wouldn’t really have exposed her to one of the lowest dredges of the BDSM community for trying to maintain some inner privacy. But something about the comfort of knowing part of him was with her even now made the idea of losing that much control almost desirable at this point if that high is how it always feels. He wouldn’t really do that to her, would he? She took solace in knowing she could trust him as she squeezed his cock even harder and moaned deeply through her gag.

She told herself that was why she kept him in so long last night because it made her feel safer as she was cleaning up and was alone and potentially **** until the other girl got home. But she knew it had been a risk to keep it in so long even though Molly was keeping her distance and hadn’t found it the night before. She finally took him out and cleaned him up after Molly went to bed.

Molly had been so chaste with Paul to only give him a kiss and a light hug to prevent herself from being tempted to go further. She had considered going back on her request to be abstinent for the week, but Paul had been so distant the night before, she figured he was being true to her request, and it would be wrong of her to try to tempt him out of it.

Vyki still sat at her computer dreamily trying to figure out what Sir Bill had planned for the day subconsciously flicking at the nub of her gag wondering how different the tip is from Sir Bill’s. She absentmindedly tried to see if she could follow the contours by flexing her lower muscles to rub Sir Bill’s cock against her gland to decern the differences in shape.

Startled from her reminiscing thoughts, Vyki was surprised when the alarm went off to remind her, she needed to get ready for the afternoon session. She was more surprised she had yet to do a single code submission in all the time she had been sitting here staring at the screen. However, she shifted her hip forward feeling Sir Bill rub into her and was reminded where her mind was.

Shaking herself out of it, she stood up and broke out of her revere to be a good girl & removed her gag and intake her inhalant. As she removed the gag, she took a moment to visually inspect the nub that has been resting in her mouth so many mornings only just now taking the time to appreciate the form and detail crafted into it. She again wondered how close it was to Sir Bill’s cock that was inside her. However, she could do that later. Right now, she needed to ensure nothing pressing had been missed this morning, so she didn’t interrupt time with Sir Bill soon.

Returning back to her desk, after she fixed her makeup, she was relieved to see she had addressed the priority items appropriately and the remaining could be dealt with tomorrow if needed. However, she began to take care of a few quick revisions she was sure she could knock out.

She was finishing up a quick function update when she was once again startled out of her focus by a ringing of the front door. She wasn’t expecting any deliveries and had no interest in talking to any solicitors at the moment, so she just proceeded on. However, as the bell rang for a second time, she saw Sir Bill pop up on her screen for an added surprise.

“You going to get that, Vyki?”

Still somewhat surprised by his early arrival, “oh, uh, hello, Sir Bill. No, I wasn’t expecting anything, so I figured I’d let them leave.”

“Well, it’s a delivery I had sent over, so I need you to go get it from them.”

Vyki realized how she was dressed and pulled her robe a bit harder as she almost hugged herself, “I’m hardly dressed to answer the door; do they have time for me to go change?”

<ZAP> “No.” Vyki jumped in her seat at the harsh tone and shocking punishment. “I told you to get it from them and I wouldn’t tell you to if it wasn’t safe.” Bill said somewhat exasperated, “now, stand up” <ZAP> and Vyki quickly stood up “and walk to the front door” <ZAP> as she deftly sashayed towards the front door.

Vyki stood staring at the door clenching her robe before her. Is this really safe? Who is on the other side of the door? Who around might see... <ZAP> she yelped as her thoughts here truncated.

“I’m losing my patience, girl. Open the damn door.”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” she said and grabbed the door before she could think any more, but still grasping her robe in her free hand. As the door flew past her, the wind rippled under her robe & a <BUZZZZZZZZ> ran through her crotch as she couldn’t stop the moan and finally made out the delivery man before her. He appeared to be a man nearly her father’s age and gaping a bit at her.

She heard Sir Bill vocalize her shared concern in his ear, “I’m afraid you may have given the poor man a heart attack.”

“Hello?” she tried to say in her most chipper voice.

The man finally broke out of his stare and muttered a bit before saying, “I, uh, have a delivery for a ‘Ms. Vyki’,” he said holding up a garment bag, “is that you, ma’am?”

“Oh, uh, yes, I’m ‘Vyki’”, she said reaching out with the hand still leaning on the door letting it rest against her ass.

Handing it to her, he queried “would you mind checking to make sure it’s the one you expected? I’m afraid Mildred has mixed up a few orders recently.”

Not sure what to expect, she held the garment bag with one hand and slowly slid the zipper down to reveal what was contained within. Sliding it halfway down she was shocked to see a light lavender sleeveless dress with a deep neckline exposing a modesty panel inside. Suddenly realizing what it was, she quickly slid the zipper all the way to the bottom to see the ‘sexy outfit’ she had designed for Sir Bill. Excitedly bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, and she uncontrollably shouted out, “Oh my God, Sir Bill!! It’s the dress!!!”

Vyki’s dancing and revelry were quickly replaced with frozen fear as she heard from beside her, “well, my name is Jeff & I’m no knight, but I’m glad you like her work.” Vyki stared on the elderly delivery man for several seconds before realizing that in her excitement she had let her robe fly loose and she could tell the man can see her bra, panties, and corset in plain view. She went to reach for the handle of the door that had closed during her routine only to hear the automatic lock engage.

<ZAP> “Uh-uh-uh, no need to run off from the nice man,” Sir Bill echoed in her ear. He sent another jolting <ZAP> as she reached for to close her robe. “It’s too late, he’s already seen it. Smile and thank him for such quick quality work.”

“Thank you so much for bringing it by,” she said trying to hide her tremble behind a smile. <BUZZZZZZZ> She couldn’t contain the moan as she leaned on the door, inadvertently pulling her robe open further.

“Oh, I did the easy part of driving over here. My wife did all the work in crafting it to such specifications.” The man then licked his lips as he looked over his glasses, “however, I do miss you girls coming by the shoppe to try them on and get measured. You’re always such a pleasant sight for these old eyes.” As he winked at her before turning to leave.

Vyki frantically tried the handle, but the deadbolt was still firmly in place. <ZAP> “See the poor old man off and make sure he makes it safely to his car.” Vyki stood there nervously trying to maintain her composure holding onto the door handle with one hand waiting for the first sign of the locks release while trying to hold the open garment back up to provide some modicum of coverage.

As the old man approached his delivery van, he turned to look back.

“Smile and wave to the nice man,” Sir Bill instructed.

Vyki briefly removed her hand from the door handle to wave quickly from her shoulder but was quickly <ZAP>’d

“Put your hand up higher and wave bigger; the poor man is probably nearly blind.”

Vyki’s arm shot up in a much more courteous wave as if saying goodbye to a dear friend down the block.

“Good, slut,” <BUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ>

Vyki froze and moaned unable to ignore the rush of Sir Bill’s cock reverberated against her gland as the Gadget sent vibrations through her body. Moaning with her eyes closed, she didn’t even see the old man return the wave with a lecherous smile before he got in the van. Only when the van door slammed shut and she heard the whirring of the automatic lock did Vyki break from her reviling in the moment to quickly turn and open the freed door.

The engine revving abnormally high caught Vyki’s attention as she turned to look over her should just in time to see the old man look away with an embarrassed wave as he dropped the van in gear and drove off nearly hitting a parked car as he glanced back at the exposed globes with the unseen thong.

Vyki was worried that a man that old shouldn’t be driving if he can’t control his vehicle. But she realized she was in no position to deal with it and quickly stepped inside to close the door before someone else was able to see her bra or panties.

Sashaying swiftly to the bedroom, she hung up the garment bag and pulled out the dress so she could see it completely. “Oh, wow, Sir Bill! I didn’t expect you to get a custom dress made for me!!”

“Well, you’ve doing a good job and we’re almost done with our training program, so I wanted to show my appreciation of what you’ve done and how pleased I’ve been with your progress. Do you like it?”

Vyki suddenly felt almost woefully inadequate, so happy and thrilled that Sir Bill was so pleased with her. Turning to the camera she tried to contain her excitement, “oh my God, Sir Bill! I love it!! I’m so glad I’ve been able to learn so much from you and you’ve been so patient with me! I really appreciate it so much and I really hope there is something I can do to return the favor.”

“Well, how about we see how all that hard work that went into the dress meshes with all the hard work you’ve done. Also, let's have some fun with this. This is going to be a party so it's likely that there will be music and it's likely that people will be dancing at least some. And if you’re going to have to pass as a sexy girl, you need to practice dancing. So, I’m going to play some music, I want you to relax and enjoy it & dance for me.”

Vyki’s eyes grew very wide as she turned to look at the security camera.

Bill chuckled a bit at that response, “I bet you’ll surprise even yourself. Just listen to the music and let your body flow with it.” He could still read the apprehension on her face. “Trust me, listen to the music, let your body move, and I will be very pleased. I am sure it will be hot as hell no matter what, k?”

Nervous giggling at Sir Bill’s attempt at a joke, “ok, Sir. Let me grab my phone for music....”

“No need,” Bill interrupted as Vyki could hear some rain in her ears and then a synthasizer kicking in, “I have a play list for you to listen to. This is a European band t.A.T.u. to start things off and set the mood. Just relax and let your body move to the music.”

Vyki was getting lost in the ethereal voices when she heard Sir Bill again, “just bend your knees, let your body sway, and slide of your robe to the beat.” Vyki slowly tried to relax and sway to the light pop, moaning as she feels the vibrations below. <BUZZ> “Good girl, now take your special dress and put it on to the music.” Again, Vyki just tried to lose herself to the commands and aural aura. “Just like a hot girl getting dressed for a big night out.” <BUZZ> she continued to moan and close her eyes as she did up the back of the dress and swayed to the rest of the music.

Hearing it slowly fade down, she hears Sir Bill jump in as a familiar intro starts to play, “now, move over to the mirror, and see the sexy dress that is made for Sweet Dreams.”

Vyki turns to the mirror and is shocked at just how short it is. The boots come up over her knees, but there are still a few inches before the bottom of the hem of the dress. Yet somehow as she moves side to side to familiar music of her youth, she’s not seeing its skirt move up too far even though it is flared. Remembering back to old skate rinks and arcades that would play songs like this and friends just having fun, she begins to enjoy watching the lady in the mirror move to the music.

Vyki almost begins to get disappointed as she hears the familiar song fade a bit to silence before feeling a <BUZZ> “Good girl with that! Glad to see you having such fun! Now, kicking it up a notch to something a little bit more modern from Rihanna that I’m *sure* you’ve heard before.”

Vyki quickly recognizes the familiar beat from their clubbing and dungeon time and blushes a bit. “Whip your hair around and have fun with it, Vyki.” Vyki just shakes her head at the camera with an impish grin before shaking her wide head side to side and begins to swing her hips back and forth to the heavy beat. Seeing her begin to get into, Bill sends some rewarding <BUZZ> “that’s more like it, girl. Try getting your hands into it.” Realizing her partner is enjoying watching her, Vyki starts to rub her hands over her silky-smooth dress like she’s seen Moly do in the past. She closes her eyes enjoying the feel of the beat and moving to the music as she feels some pleasant vibrations in her body bouncing against her partner’s proxy inside her.

As the song finishes, she slowly opens her eyes panting a bit and blushing, realizing what she was doing. “Very good girl!” <BUZZ> as she moans, he continues, “now I’m going to through it back a bit further to a classic Texas group and I want you to strut to the living room and show of how great you have gotten at using those glorious Legs of yours.” Instantly she recognizes the very distinctive rock line and thinks back to all the 80s rock girls and goes to emulate their distinctive strut feeling Sir Bill’s cock rub inside her as she does. “Damn you can work those legs,” <BUZZZ> he recognizes as she effortlessly moves down the hall after hundreds of hours practicing heals over the past few months; she moans loving the verbal and physical reward. Getting into the living room he continues his guidance, “now let's give you more room. With the remainder of the song, slide the table out of the way and push the chairs back to give you a good dancefloor for me.”

With the continuing beat she pushes the chair back as it slides over the hard floor easily. Hinging over to grasp the table, she feels a deep <BUZZZZZZZZ> as she moans, “Great view, girl!” Realizing he’s staring at her ass, she shakes it back and forth to the music as she slides the table to the couch. “Awesome! Let me see you work them legs!” Chuckling she struts around the open room as she sways her hand to the beat as the beat winds down and she finishes with her hand on her hip, legs stretched out straight.

Seeing her stand there and catch her breath a bit, “k, lets slow it down a bit, and show me how you can work it Side to Side.” Feeling the immediate beat kick with the lyrics she closes her eyes as slowly starts to sway side to side. Hearing the music kick in fully she opens her eyes and locks on the camera as she starts to move deeper to the music. As the music shifts straight into a harder rap, she tries to snap her movements and get a little deeper enjoying him pound a bit more against her.

“Alright, as you’re getting more into it, let's see if you can kick up a notch and really show me some moves. Do it one more time” Hearing the distinctive chords, memories from her clubbing youth quickly jump and she thinks of all the hot moves her partners used to do with her. Seeing her get so into, Bill is absolutely floored by her moves. As she dips down, he’s not even sure she’s picking up all the pushes he’s sending her way, but she is keeping it up. He is double surprised as she hits the closing beat swats the side of her cheek through her skirt striking a pose, and panting. She giggles a bit as she hears a slow, hard clap of applause from the other end. “Damn girl! That was hawt!!!”

Giggling more as she catches her breath, “well, Britney was my jam back in the day and it was a great way to get close to a hot date. And got to learn a thing or two.”

“Well, shit, that was impressive,” he commends as she grins big from the praise. “I like the way you work it, so let’s keep it going but slow down a bit with some Blackstreet “ Feeling the deep R&B come through she starts twisting to it lifting up her hair to cool off a bit and just twist to it. Hearing Pen jumping into it, she starts to try to squat and get deep into it.

Feeling like it ends way to soon, she keeps swaying a bit and grins as she hears her partner continue “alright, let's do a slow build and see if you can get Closer.” Another deep memory for Vyki begins to build as she can remember many hot nights and deep scenes to this. Seeing her getting lost in her thoughts as she sways, Bill times a few more key <BUZZ>’s to coincide with the lyrics seeing her getting deeper and deeper into it.

As the song ends, she barely opens her eyes halfway, Bill can even see her dilated eyes through the security camera. “You good for more, girl?”

Panting as her nostril's flair, Vyki dreamily responds, “Yes, Sir Bill.” <BUZZ> with a deep moan as she bent her knees a bit.

He knew if he kept her down that path, she could drop too far, so he tried bringing things back up. “Let’s lighten things up a bit with a change of pace. Shake it for Me, girl.” Hearing the playful bro’ country song kick-off, she replied, “these aren’t exactly shit kickers, but I think I can make them work,” cocking her hips side to side, strutting around before turning around swishing her hips side to side getting energized by the anthem’s climatic end.

“Perfect! good girl!” <BUZZ> “but, can you be a Naughty Girl, Vyki?” as the Queen B kicked off her sexy girl serenade. Vyki quickly got into the sensual beat. As she continued to let her body sway in time to the music, she let her thoughts get lost in the sound but didn’t really follow the lyrics. But as the chorus kicked the second time, she sang along with it as she heated up, “I’ll be your naughty girl... callin’ all my girls...” As the final chorus wrang out, she finished it off, “...And I came to party,” as she stuck out her ass feeling Sir Bill rub deep inside her and panting heavily.

“Absolutely fabulous you good naughty girl.” <BUZZZZ> “But you’ve been dancing for a bit; need to stop and hydrate.”

“Mmmmmmm, yes, Sir Bill,” as she struts over and grabs a purple sports drink from the fridge and leans on the barstool to drink as she catches her breath.

Watching his subject relax as she breathed deeply, skin glistening, and shift her hips as she hummed some of the music. “Enjoying yourself?”

Dreamily nodding her head, she softly responded, “yes, Siiir.”

“Good taking a quick breather is important and staying hydrated is paramount. However, its important at a party, if you’re playing the part of the sexy party girl, you spend time on the floor and show them your hawt core. You’ve been doing a lot of exercise, you’re pretty fit. I think you got more in you to show me what you really got; you ready?”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” she announces as she takes a last swig and stands up on her feet.

“Alright, in the next set, you’re gonna see the sexy turned up. Can you handle showing me deep into your sexy core?”

“Bring it on, Sir,” she says as she spins around to land on her makeshift dancefloor.

“That’s my sexy girl. Let's see you start off with some new jack swing of Bell Biv DeVoe.”

As she hears the beats drop, she starts to sway. Getting back into the groove, she feels one of the upcoming slides, she bends and slides her ass to the lyrics. Enjoying the rush of dancing, she grins hoping her partner is pleased with her moves.

“Alright, let's turn up the energy and let you bounce to some Blurred Lines.”

Hearing the upbeat track, finds herself quickly bouncing around. Feeling energized just by the beat, Vyki tries to show off some sexy movement and is almost disappointed as she hears the track wind down.

“Damn good! Now sticking with the upbeat, sexy think about how hot it will look if you Kissed a Girl at the party.”

As Katy Perry’s experimental confessional played out, Vyki started swinging her arms around before twisting them above her head. Visions of Molly & Julie making out on the dancefloor in front of Paul went through her mind waving her hands over her head. Closing her eyes, her imagination begins to draw Vyki joining in their make out session as Katy carries on. She continued deeper into the fantasy winking at some mysterious stranger in the shadows where Paul had been sitting winking at her ‘boyfriend’ before diving back into the dance floor girl threesome just as the song was ending.

Noticing Vyki was panting out of breath yet again, “so do you think you would like it if you kissed another girl, babe?”

Vyki blushed thing at the idea of making out with the other girl as if it were something taboo even though she had done it thousands of times, but bit her lip and shyly nodded at him.

“But I thought you were a ‘good girl’? Didn’t she say, ‘it’s not what good girls do’?”

Vyki darted her eyes around nervously, almost holding her breath; how is she supposed to answer this? It's not a bad thing really? It’s innocent fun; no real harm, right?

“Well, if ‘a good girl’ isn’t supposed to do it, maybe it’s what a good slut does, huh?”

With the obvious way out, Vyki enthusiastically nodded as she finally was able to breathe through her broad smile.

“So, do you want to be one, Vyki?”

Vyki nodded enthusiastically as she knew it was what he wanted to hear, “Yes, Sir.”

“Let me hear you say it, sexy girl.”

Vyki smirked mischievously knowing she knew had done good and with her body wrapped up, she knew she could really lay it on think for him, “I want to be a good slut, Sir Bill.”

<BUZZZZZZZ> “Good answer, slut. Listen to how Nelly Furtado tells you how can do that and show me some of those sexy moves,” Bill quickly answers as a hot beat drops in her ears and Vyki starts shaking her hips and strutting to the illicit, hot song as all sorts of different club scenes start running through her head seeing Vyki in situations Paul often wished Molly were in. Vyki could feel the hot pulse of the beat running deep in her body. Shifting her hips, feeling Sir Bill rub inside her as she circled around.

As the song ended, Bill could see the lust running deeply through her and was going to push her a little further now. “Damn that was hot. Hell, I bet even the Boys (would) Wanna Be you, Vyki. Show them how great it is being you.”

Feeling the pounding base lead in the hot guitar riff, Vyki immediately shifted into swaying her hips. As the punk vocals kick in, she starts intensifying her movements. By the time the chorus comes through, Vyki starts singing along with the lead “boys wanna be her... girls wanna be her.....” before hitting the resounding end “I wanna be her,” as the song leads into more, she really starts letting her hair fly getting into the deep rock.

With the song ending, Vyki seemed to be running a particular high and lust written across her face with her open panting mouth and heavily dilated eyes. “I think it's safe to say they wanna be her. I think its time to break down and show me if you can do the Wild Thing.”

The very familiar base line with the panting breaths kicking off and Vyki immediately started lifting up her hair and starts shaking her ass at the camera as she bends down. Shifting her hips slowly during the storied lyrics and then dipping down hard during the chorus and bridge.

With the ending of that classic hit ending, Vyki was obviously enjoying shifting her hips to it all big nearly delirious grin. “Okay, to close things out, I know how much you love that cherry body oil you’ve been using and since there’s no one else home, I figured you could go swinging your red hair around the place as a hot little Cherry Pie.”

As the hair metal anthem kicked in, Vyki quickly got into the spirit of the ballad and quickly swung from the living room to the kitchen to the bedrooms all over. The first time she misjudged and ended up bent over the counter was an accident, but feeling how great Sir Bill felt, she spent more than a few times bent over with her ass sticking out. Before finally collapsing on the bed in the spare room, panting and shifting her boots back and forth as she felt her partner rubbing inside her.

“Very hot indeed, slut.”

“Mmmmmm, thank you, Sir.”

“You have definitely exceeded my expectations but I knew you had it in you. I’m sure you will wow them at the party with those moves. The guys will definitely be drooling over you.”

Looking back at the camera, she suddenly panicked, “you’re going to be there, too; right, Sir?”

“Oh, most definitely, slut.”

“Mmmmm, then I’ll have to focus on making you drool.”

Bill chuckled at the idea he’d drool like that. “Ha ha, maybe if you gave me a lap dance.”

Moaning as her heightened arousal pictured her holding onto a pole as she danced over Sir Bill’s crotched as he sat in a chair. “Yes, Sir Bill.”

Bill wasn’t sure if that was playing along with his joke or not, but he knew he had other things to get to. “Unfortunately, that will have to wait as I have to get to some things and so do you. No real time to rest as you need to get to your Salon appointment.”

Sitting up in a panic that she was late, Vyki looked at the clock realizing it was a little later than she thought, but she still had time to change & things and relax for a bit.

Seeing her relax, Bill brought up another idea. “This may be pushing the boundaries for you, and this is by no means a directive, order, instruction, or expectation. If you don’t do it, I completely understand and nothing changes.”

Vyki stared at the camera waiting for the other shoe to drop with all these qualifications.

“But you might want to consider not changing before going to the salon.”

Vyki’s mouth hung open at the mere suggestion she go outside in public dressed like this.

“Hear me out. At this point, I’m sure you could easily pass, but you’re going from your home to your car to the salon. These are all safe spaces where you’re either alone or with people who have shown you so much caring and compassion, they would love to see your progress. Just think about it. Next to you and me, they have put in tons of time and effort into helping make you into the beauty you are, and after today, they may never get to see you or the fruits of their labor. Take a change of clothes with you and just let them see how amazing you are at this.”

Vyki knew that Brooke & the girls had done a lot for her, but they really only knew her as ‘Paul’. However, they had first dressed her up in public, but it was just because of what they had to hide her in. Would they really be okay with seeing her like this? Would they be disappointed if they never got to see her? God, is this really the last time she’d get to chat with Jewel?!? Standing up she stared at herself in the mirror. Ya, she looked a little worse for wear with the dancing, but she felt amazing & she thought she still looked hot. Straightening out her dress, her ensemble was looking sexy as ever and she had time to fix her hair and makeup. “Fuck it!” Vyki exclaimed.

Bill wasn’t sure if she was playing out acceptance or rejection but let her hold her stare a bit longer as she turned from side to side.

“You’re right. They’ve done so much. I can run out to the care & back into the salon and no one will be the wiser. Just a lady driving to the salon.”

“That’s a good girl!” <BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ>

Moaning, feeling how much, she was pleasing Sir Bill, she felt something that had been building all day really growing in her before the vibration stopped.

“Well, seems like you have a good plan for this afternoon then. Have fun and make sure you wash your lingerie tonight. I will see you tomorrow!”

“Yes, Sir Bill. See you tomorrow, Sir.”

“Goodbye, cherry pie.”

Giggling at his callback, “goodbye, Sir,” she replied before gathering up her change of clothes she’d put asside from the last time she had to wear different clothes home from the salon. Sitting back at her computer, she fixed her makeup and hair humming along to mental mixes of “Sweet Dreams”, “Baby one more time’, “Side to Side”, etc. Before it was time to head out.

Grabbing her big shopping bag from when the salon had first sent her in with the change of clothes, she headed to the door with her car & accessory keys. Taking a deep breath at the door but reminding herself she can’t spend too much time overthinking 1it, she took a tentative step outside. As the door swung closed behind her, she locked the door and tried to look as confident as ever walking out to her car. Opening the trunk, she puts her bag in before going over to the driver's side. Sliding into the front seat, she felt Sir Bill slide a little deeper into her. She debates running back in to take him out but realizes there’s a little bit of comfort with it there; feeling almost like Sir Bill is there with her.

Swinging her legs around, she closes the door suddenly feeling isolated and safe from the world. Looking around to make sure no one saw her; she realizes the corset has left her in a position where she needs to adjust the seat and mirrors. With those set, she puts the car in gear and slowly backs out. As she pulls forward, she feels the car lurch forward much faster than she expected. She reflexively moves her foot over to the break almost to have it slam to a hard stop as the tires squeal. Driving in these platform boots is going to almost be harder than dancing in them.

Getting onto the main street, she realizes she is passing several other cars before she glances eeqwedown at her speedometer. She lets off the gas as the last thing she needs is to be stopped by a cop. Of course, seeing the gas needle rather deep in the red makes her wonder if she’s going to run out of gas. Looking at the range read out, she does some quick math in her head and is sure she can make it to the salon and home with enough to get gas next time she’s out.

Stopping at the left turn light, she turns on the radio to not feel quite so alone. Turning it to the rock station, she likes to feel energized, she hears a good metal song going. As she’s sitting there waiting for the green, she realizes the gadget pressing on her cock is painful in its current position. Reaching under her short dress, she spreads her thighs a bit more to try to adjust the gadget. However, the thickness of the gaff is preventing her from really getting it to move. Spreading her thighs further she reaches into her panties and presses the gadget to move it when suddenly she feels <BUZZ> and jerks her hand back. Putting her hand back on it, she rubs her finger along it and feels a soft spot. Pressing into it again rewards her with a very pleasant <BUZZZZZZZZZZZ>. Stopping for a moment to catch her breath she spreads her thighs a bit more to get a better angle and hits the button again <BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ> throwing her head back with a deep moan.

<HONK> Vyki is suddenly broken out of her intimate play in her car by the impatient driver behind her indicating the green arrow. Looking to the right she sees an older man in a work truck looking at her slack jawed. Panicking and looking for the fastest way out, she sees the arrow still green and puts her right foot down and her car squeals the tire as she turns quickly into the next street.

Feeling a safe distance away from the intersection she slows the car back to the posted speed; a little too abruptly with her intended tap of the brake squealing the tires again from the extra weight of the boots. She then begins nervously giggling realizing what it probably looked like.

Driving down the road she hears one of the rock songs that Molly loved to get sensual with Paul as she loved the inuendo of Pour Some Sugar On Me. Cruising down the street, she starts singing to the sticky sweet lyrics. Swinging her left arm to the music it ‘accidentally’ finds it way back to her open thighs and digs down to the Gadget. Pressing it again off and on to the beat she can feel her heart rate start to rise. Except, suddenly near the end of the song it just stops. Frustrated at the Gadget, she focuses back on the rock beat as she turns into the parking lot, still changing her speed to abruptly but just makes into to the spot only hitting the parking curb a little too hard, but definitely not going over it.

Taking a moment to breathe, she reaches back in her panties and tries the device a few more times, but it doesn’t respond. Taking it out, she tries to manually turn it on while looking at it, but nothing happens. Hoping it's just a dead battery, she plugs the gadget into her phone charger and looks between her & the salon to make sure an army of her friends and family hasn’t suddenly appeared.

Going back to the trunk and opening it, her bag was completely emptied, and the contents were strewn all through the cavernous space. Sighing, she tries to hinge over and grasp the various pieces, but the sandals have slid up near the front. Leaning over, she has to stretch to retrieve the last two items. Grabbing the last one, she feels an **** gust of wind and the tops of her cheeks feel the warmth of direct sunlight. Gripping the bag with the other hand, she stands up quickly tossing the shoe in the bag and brushing down her dress. Looking around, she doesn’t see anyone looking so she hopes no one saw her flash her panties.

Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she uses her powerful legs and struts with a confident look to the front of the salon. Enjoying the gritty sound of her heels on the sidewalk, she pulls the door open letting the chimes announce her presence. Stepping inside, it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust from the bright daylight as her heels connect with the smooth, solid tile of the front lobby.

As her eyes finally adjusted to the dim lobby, she saw an unusual face behind the computer announce, “Hello, ma’am. How can I help you?”

Thrown by not seeing the usual Gina, she stuttered out, “uh, I’mmm here for my ap-p-p-pointment.”

“Oh, um, okay. What was your name, miss?”

Reflexively she responded with “Vyki” not wanting the stranger to know she’s a man.

“Oh, was it earlier in the day or are you early?”

“No,” Vyki corrects her, “it’s in 5 minutes.”

“I’m afraid I only have one appointment and not seeing yours.”

Vyki suddenly realizes she can mess with the new girl as part of her deception & her sadistic side decides to play it out. “Are you sure? Because I’ve had a standing appointment ever week for months.”

Noticing the woman is carrying one of their bags she knows she must be a regular and starts to get flustered that she isn’t looking in the right place.

From the side office, Brooke can see that the new girl is getting flustered. She sees the tall lady in something that she would normally not see outside of the clubs. However, she would be kidding herself if she hadn’t had more Cougars and MILFs in here wearing raunchier outfits. This one was carrying one of her bags though. Walking out to make sure this wasn’t a VIP or something from another city’s franchise, she steps up to see if she can help. “Hi, is there some sort of problem, Olivia?”

Vyki sees the entrance of the manager as an even sweeter prank as she hasn’t made any recognition of who she is either.

“Um, this lady says she has a weekly appointment at this time, but I don’t see her on the schedule.”

Brooke only knows of one standing appointment around now

Before she can put two and two together, Vyki decides to up it a bit more and gushes out, “Oh my god, Brooke it's so great to see you!!” Like some excited old friend and scurries on her boots over to the manager arms open for a big hug.

Exasperated as this apparent stranger seemed to know her well, she kept on her saleswoman smile and accepted the friendly embrace. “Hello?” into the lady’s apparent wig.

Loosening her grip enough to lean back and look at her in the face, but not losing contact, she makes an exaggerated surprised look and says, “don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten me, Brooke?!? It’s only been a week since the last time I was in here!!”

Looking up at the tall woman in the tall heels for recognition, she looks to the computer screen to try to hope it will suddenly have a big block of text to tell her what she is missing. Looking back to the woman she looks into eyes, and something finally clicks...... “Paul?!?”

With a big smile at her joke finally playing out, Vyki nods her head vigorously.

Suddenly realizing her client had validated publicly what she had always suspected, she had to support this courage. “Oh my god, Paul!!!!! You look amazing!!!!! I didn’t even recognize you!!!” She replied earnestly.

“Then who’s ‘Vyki’?” the new girl asked, perplexed, still trying to figure out what was going on.

“Is that what you go by now? ‘Vyki’?”

“Well, ‘Paul’ doesn’t exactly fit this look, so ya, you can call me ‘Vyki’.”

“Well, it’s a sexy name for a sexy *lady*, Vyki,” Brooke responds with a conspiratorial wink. “Olivia, can you go into her profile and update it to ‘Vyki’.”

Olivia was still lost as to why a lady would go by Paul, so she updated the name and gender for the profile. Maybe she was a tomboy and finally did a makeover and that’s why she came into the salon so much?

“I’m going to go take her back and let the girls know she’s here, Olivia. By the way, I know you’ve been pulling some double duties with Gina having to leave early, but Nancy usually did her nails, so I’ll need you to take care of her when its time, okay?”

“Sure thing, boss,” she replied as she finished correcting this lady’s messed up profile.

“Come along, *Vyki*; the girls are going to **_love_** you!!”

Blushing at her gushing, Vyki sashays behind her.

As she holds the door open for her client, she is amazed at his grace in those high-heeled boots; the way he steps and swings his hips. She would almost put him on par with some of her clients that work at the local cabaret. Leading him back to the break room, she is glad to find Jewel, Sally, and Teri all waiting for their next appointment as they all would be expecting Paul. “Hello, girls. Your next appointment was up front, so I showed her back,” she turned to beckon ‘Vyki’ in. “Come on in, Vyki.”

Vyki walked in and tried to cover up her nervousness with an excited, “Hi, girls!”

Jewel spoke first, “oh, damn! Did Paul cancel?”

Teri interjected, “figures he’d give up at the last moment.”

Sally jumped into his defense, “are you kidding?!? He was keeping this up religiously and his skin was looking flawless!! I’d kill for skin like that,” jumping up to great the new client with a handshake, “hi, I’m Sally.”

Vyki just grinned gently taking the offered hand, “I know, and thank you for the complement, but I really have to give it to ya’ll for how great my skin looks.”

Teri stares at their guest and blurted out her recognition first, “Paul?!?!?”

Jewel jumps up and grabs the client who had confided in her so many times in a giant, “oh my god, babe!! You look amazing.” Stepping back, “what made you decide to finally come out in public?”

Not really grasping what Jewel meant, Vyki responded “well, I was talking it over with my partner and the whole reason I started coming here was for the party this weekend. And I figured with all the work ya’ll put into helping me achieve this, it would be a shame if you didn’t get a chance to see the finished product.”

Teri still sat there flabbergasted, “and that voice....”

“Oh! That’s thanks to some friends and an off-label effect of an inhalant. Amazing, isn’t it?”

“Truly,” Brooke interjected; her business mind running through opportunities, “you need to give me their info.”

Sally asked, “is it always like that?”

“No, it's temporary. I got a couple more hours left today I think,” Vyki replied almost disappointed.

Stepping back, Jewel demanded, “well, don’t just stand there; give us a strut down the catwalk.”

Giggling, having a blast showing off to these enthusiastic ladies, Vyki responded, “okay!” putting her bag she proceeded to strut around the tiny break room before spinning around at the end with a pose and retracing her steps.

“Damn, I think I would break my neck in those boots,” Sally responds. “Who is your trainer and when can she give me an ass like that?”

“Oh, trust me, my partner can be brutal, but he can work wonders! He got me gliding in shoes even higher than these.”

Sally looked at him with a conspiratorial grin, “does your ‘partner’ do public training or is this just a strictly intimate thing?”

Vyki responded with a giggle, “oh, no, he ones a chain of the local gyms. He’s also a professional trainer there. I’ve just known him for so long he was good enough to give me a lot more personal attention to help me out here.”

As much as Brooke was loving this introspective, she was looking at the time and it is still money, “well, I hope that bag has a change of clothes because I’m not letting you out of here in that when Teri is done with you.”

“No, no, no,” Vyki quickly picks up the hat/wig and top they gave her before, “I was going to change into the outfit for the trip home.”

“Excellent!” Brooke responded, “well, I’m so glad we’ve been able to help you with this. You’re looking absolutely lovely! I leave you in these ladies’ hands.”

“Let’s get to it,” Jewel jumps in and grabs her hand leading, “I wanna hear all about this partner and party you got going on.”

Running after them, Sally blurts out, “oh! Can I get some progressive shots before you disrobe??” following them into the session room with her camera. Vyki was a little hesitant, “oh, don’t worry, your face never shows up on the website.”

“Please, Vyki!” Jewel pleaded “For me! I so don’t want to lose a record of this.”

Vyki felt like she would let a friend down if she didn’t agree. “Sure. Just keep me out of the public space please. Okay?”

“Absolutely!” Sally said before jumping into a photographer mode, “now, give me a smoldering look!”

Vyki giggled and tried to give her a stoic, ‘smoldering’ stoic look.

“Great now give me some hotness,” Sally barked out.

“Well, if you’re going to do directed shots, let’s give this photoshoot a soundtrack with a Little Mix,” Jewel volunteered breaking out her phone to offer up the audio.

Hearing the lively soundtrack, Vyki tried to push away the dull ache in her legs and began swaying to the music. Throwing her hands up and shaking to the movement.

Jewel prodded her on, “you go girl!! Work dat ass, babe!”

Vyki gave Jewel a sidelong glance & wink as she bent her hips back a bit and shook her toned butt at her and giggled, reveling in the endorphins of the moment and Sir Bill rubbing inside her.

During this whole time, Sally is capturing shot after shot on her DSLR. Spouting of things like “give me a smile!”, “pull your arms together!”, “hold it!”, “spin to your left!”, “step to your right!”, and on and on.

Jewel was having a blast watching this and walked up behind her client and began essentially spooning Vyki from behind as she grabbed her hips.

Vyki, a bit pleasantly surprised, begins to sway to Jewel’s guidance feeling her slide her hips back and forth. Intentionally or not, Vyki could also feel Jewel’s body push her visitor in deeper & let out a sexy moan.

Hearing the song reach its climax with the guest artist, Jewel spins Vyki around and steps her leg between Vyki’s thighs.

Temporarily losing her balance as her world shifts, she puts her hands on Jewel’s shoulders to steady herself. As Jewel pulls her in closer, Vyki wraps her arms around Jewel’s neck as they lock eyes & Jewel guides her to sway her hips with her. Slowly pulling them closer and closer, Vyki loses track of how close her face is to Jewel’s until the song ends and she feels her panting breath wash over her lips, the noses a mere inch a part.

The heat between their intertwined eyes is suddenly broken as they hear, “that was haaaawwt!” from Sally. Stepping back quickly realizing the inappropriate nature of it, they both begin to giggle and Vyki says, “well, it's easy with a dance partner like her leading you.”

Laughing, Jewel responded, “you did it in that skirt and heels! You had the sex appeal turned up several notches. I just slid in to share.”

“Did you get what you need?” Vyki asked, turning to Sally.

“Oh ya! More than enough! Would you like copies?”

“Definitely!” They responded in unison before breaking into giggles.

“Alright, Sally, now I need you to get out so my dance partner here can strip for me,” Jewel asked her.

“OK, OK! Don’t let me get in the way of your hot, lezzie session,” she said with a grin.

Jewel responded to the ribbing with a giggling, “out! out, damn spot!“ as Sally scurried out.

Turning to her client, Jewel pointed at the privacy curtain, “you, strip!”565 ol bub

“Yes, ma’am,” Vyki says with a simple salute before grabbing her bag and strutting across the room to the curtain.

“Damn, girl! That is hot how you can walk like that in those boots.”

Throwing her hair over shoulder as she glances to Jewel, “Oh these little things?” she teases as she adds in the wide sashay that Sir Bill has had her practice some, “they’re nothing.”

Jewel didn’t realize that her mouth was dropped open until the ass she was walking disappeared behind the curtain. “I’ll... um... get... uh.... setup.”

Picking up her ring of keys, “sounds good...” reaching back to remove the lock from her collar “I might be a bit.”

Jewel was getting her usual tools together. As she was doing it, she couldn’t help but listen to the subject across the room and trying to figure out what she was doing. “Are those keys?”

“Uh, ya, guess you didn’t see the padlocks,” Vyki replied a little embarrassed.

“No, I think I was looking elsewhere.” Jewel replied with a giggle.

Vyki blushed and continued removing the remaining clothes & wig. Removing her panties, she was shocked at how.... moist... they were. She just shook her head as she finished removing boots before putting the provided changing robe on to return back to her technician and dance partner.

Hearing the soft padded bare feet walking out, she turned and was only slightly surprised by the transition. However, she was very appreciative that she was walking on the balls of her feet and the robe was still swinging side to side. Noticing the makeup still there, “we’ll have to clean that up, but we’ll get you a good facial with it. Hop on up,” Jewel instructed as she patted the table in the middle of the room.

Shocked she forgot that, but was glad Jewel had a way to help. Sitting on the table she sat as instructed as Jewel moved in front of her and started wiping down her face.

Once she was done and got her facial going, Jewel moved behind her to take her robe, “alright, let's see if you have any stray hairs still.”

Shedding her last piece of clothing, she laid down nude; it seemed almost routine to be naked here but still felt a bit out of place before her. Jewel still made her feel comfortable as she started small talk like nothing was unusual.

However, Vyki broke into quite a deep blush when Jewel had to point out something obvious to Vyki, “deary, I’m all for feeling pleasurable, but if I’m going to a cleanse and bleach, you’re going to have to remove your toy.”

Vyki suddenly realized Sir Bill’s cock was still inside her and turned beat red as she sat up quickly and ran to the safety of the curtain.

“Not the first time I’ve had to address a toy. At least you can remove yours. Let me tell you there are some freaky ladies out there.”

Vyki was surprised how Jewel could make a situation comfortable. Even as she slowly slid Sir Bill out, she couldn’t help but move it in & out on to rub her gland a bit before finally removing it with a moan she couldn’t seem to suppress.

“Even some freaky guys apparently,” Jewel mumbled to herself.

Vyki careful put Sir Bill’s proxy in her bag. She turned to leave the safety of the curtain only to realize her cock was standing at full attention. She was a little surprised by that and embarrassed to walk out like that.

“You okay back there? Do you need help?” Jewel teased her for the delay, “do I need to organize a search party to rescue the damsel?”

“No, I’ll be right there,” Vyki responded. She knew it wouldn’t be the first time Jewel had seen it, but she still couldn’t help but leave her hands over it as she scurried back to the table.

Jewel had to hold in her giggle as the man ran across the room covering an obvious hard on. She was a little surprised the hole was gapping so much still, but figured he must be used to having toys & things shoved in there.

From that point, they were able to do their usual routine, covering most topics with their gossip. Overall the cleanse to significantly longer than the laser treatment as the persistent hairs were getting pretty sparse after this many treatments. However, it was still long enough that the subject finally succumbs to exhaustion after all the workout done earlier today and nodded off.

Jewel was glad to see him be relaxed and comfortable enough to sleep; she was sure the oils infused in the cleanse helped with that too. However, she knew Olivia might be a bit shocked to see what was between her legs. She was able to slide the robe on her sleeping client backwards without waking so as long as Olivia didn’t try to catch a peak, everything should be okay.

Jewel warned Olivia that the client was sleeping, but she could still take care of the nails. Olivia was disappointed to find such cheap fake nails. Noting that the client’s profile listed pink polish as her preferred color, Olivia worked to shape some basic extensions and matching her toes to the pale pink.

Vyki briefly came out of her slumber to see the new girl working on her nails. She always found the mani-pedi's so relaxing these days and let herself drift off to nap some more.

Before long Vyki woke to realize Teri had already started on her and she hadn’t even felt her remove the robe. Working with the stoic Teri’s directions, she was glad to follow the direction to have her final flawless treatment before the weekend.

After having her final clean up and sealant applied, Vyki was happy to finally be able to redress. While she was appreciative of the ladies’ efforts to keep her comfortable, she didn’t like being nude for this long. As she was removing her loose clothes to wear out and packing up her new signature dress & things from Sir Bill, she could hear Jewel come back in “hey, anything you need help from us before you head out?”

Vyki was wondering if this was really her last time here; she was almost disappointed this might be the last time she got to sit with Jewel, “no, I don’t think so,” she replied as she was going through her clothes. Grabbing her panties, she felt the cold mess and couldn’t help but exclaim “eww!” as she instinctively dropped them. They landed with a distinctive ‘splat’ on the ground.

“Everything okay back there, hun?” Jewel replied with concern.

Vyki embarrassed, “no, it's just my... uh...”

“Spit it out.”

Vyki took a deep breath and finally confided in her confidant, “it's just my panties were apparently... wet... and now they’re really cold and... sticky.”

“Oh! Mama Jewel’s got just the thing! Be right back”

Vyki just looked at her signature panties that Sir Bill had gotten her, and she hoped she could keep them from staining.

Jewel returned shortly with a plastic package and pink cloth inside. “Our ladies often have various needs that their bodies end up putting them through. While we always have emergency panties for them, Brooke was inspired by you to get these stocked for our extra special clients.”

Vyki took the offered package to find it contained a very silk, very pink thong. The salon’s monogram clearly printed on the front, Vyki could tell there was more padding than a standard panty and was closer to the ones Sir Bill had gotten her.

“You’re not our only client that could use an emergency gaff occasionally,” Jewel conspiratorially mentioned.

Vyki blushed at the implication that there were others like her here, but was glad for the clean intimate garment. Putting on the remainder of her loose, minimalist outfit, and packing her remainder items in her bag, she noticed Sir Bill’s plug. Feeling suddenly empty, she felt the urge to suddenly put it back in. She didn’t have a clean cover for it, but she could still feel the remnants of the oil & lube from her earlier cleanse. ‘It’d be safe to put it back in, right?’ she thought to herself.

Bending over, Vyki moved the thong out of the way. Grasping Sir Bill’s proxy, she could feel it easily enter her freshly cleaned hole. Pushing it in before sliding it out a bit, she continued slowly working it deeper into her tunnel. Before she long she could feel it touching her spot and let out a small gasp. No matter how many times she feels it, she never gets used to that rush of the first touch. Making contact she continues to rub it back and forth, moaning deeply she continues working it in & out a bit.

“Sounds like the gaff is very comfortable,” Jewel responds as she as she continued cleaning up the equipment.

Vyki was shocked to hear Jewel was still in the room and was blushing as deep as ever, realizing what she heard. “Um, ya, feels, uh fine.” she squeaks out as she slides him into his resting place inside her. Putting on her hat and sliding on the sandals, she grabs her sunglasses and bag, before escaping from behind the curtain. Turning to look at her technician turned friend, she suddenly felt a deep sadness wash over her as she was about to say goodbye.

Jewel looked at her client and could see tears welling up in her, “oh, hun! What's wrong??” she called out as she moved in for a big hug. Hugging her close she tried to comfort her, “if its about what was just happening, it was nothing okay. Heck, one lady edges herself twice with a vibe before she gets dressed. We get some real freaks in here.”

Vyki nervously chuckles at her joke but blushes a bit realizing Jewel knew exactly what she was doing, “no, its not that. Its just... I came here to get help with the party and over the past several weeks... I feel like you’ve become a great friend I could talk about so many things with... and well... after this weekend, I won’t have a reason to come back.” She finally eked out before breaking out into an honest cry.

“Oh, honey!” Jewel hugged her harder. This was an all-too-common occurrence for clients to get tied close to her. It did help with repeat business that she was happy to exploit normally, but it seemed exploitative in this instance. “Hey, it wouldn’t have to be the last time. I’m sure you could come back for regular touch ups.” She could feel her chuckle a bit but still kept crying. “Hey, maybe after this weekend we could go out and get drinks sometime & you could tell me all about it.”

“Really?!?” Vyki asked honestly surprised she brought it up.

Jewel was a little surprised at herself, but she was just too intrigued to see how Paul has progressed through all this and really wants to see how all this plays out. “Definitely! Heck, I bet the other girls would love to hear about it too.”

Vyki chuckled at this and finally slowed the water works, “maybe make a big group of it.”

“Absolutely! Have a girl’s night of it!”

“Sounds great,” Vyki solemnly responded to the offer. It made her feel better she offered, but she doubted they’d ever fall through with it. Still, it softened the blow.

“Come on, let me clean up your eyes and we’ll go talk to the girls before heading out,” Jewel said breaking out one of their makeup kits to cover up the puffiness and get her face taken care of. Looking down at the pale pink she elected for her nails this time, she found the matching lip gloss and dropped it in her bag after coating her lips a few times. “There! Perfect! Let's go show you off.” Wrapping her arm around Paul’s waist to guide him, Jewel took him back to the brake room to say her goodbyes.

Walking to the back room, she was reminded of the first time Brooke put her in this outfit and how nervous she had been. While it felt cold, her newfound confidence from her training made it seem almost comfortable and focused on her strut & gait.

Jewel was still impressed at seeing how he handled himself and how much he evolved over their sessions. Guiding her into the room, she was glad to see Brooke & everyone there, “hey, ladies, someone wanted to say goodbye before her big weekend.”

Brooke was the first to look at Paul and was genuinely happy with seeing how comfortable he had become. “Wow! You look fabulous, honey!” running over for a hug.

Teri jumped up to join in the goodbye session, “absolutely gorgeous, babe!” giving her own hug.

Olivia stood up awkwardly. Obviously, this was an important regular client, but she wasn’t sure the lady would appreciate the new girl intruding.

Jewel saw the girl standing off to the side and called out waving her over, “come on! Group hug, everyone!”, knowing it would help break the ice and bring in the inclusiveness.

As they broke away, Jewel could see a tear drop forming on their client’s eye. “Now, now! No tears! Can’t have you ruining my make up!” as she carefully wiped away the droplet before it could fall. Looking directly into her eyes, she reminded her “we’re gonna do a girl’s night and you’re gonna tell us all about this weekend, right?”

Silently **** back tears, Vyki nodded emphatically with a smile.

“Alright, I think this lady needs to get home before it gets too late.”

Looking at the clock, Vyki realized she didn’t have a ton of time before Molly would be leaving work. Adrenaline kicking out any fear of not seeing them again, “damn! You're right, I got to get home and cook dinner!”

The girls shared a knowing glance, “well, get dat ass outta here,” Teri demanded.

“Bye,” Vyki waved as she sashayed to the front door to her car.

Hearing the front door close, Teri vocalized what the others were thinking, “damn that guy can work that ass.”

Jewel chuckled, “you only saw the half of it...”

Vyki started up her phone and started her drive home. Telling herself the gas will be fine, she fiddled with her phone to get a delivery setup so she could focus on cleaning up. She was not happy about how pink her nails were. They looked fabulous! She just knew Paul couldn’t be caught in them.

Getting home, she tossed the gadget in the bag, slid her sandals back on, and quickly strutted inside. Hanging up her dress, she quickly got her special lingerie cleaning and hung them in the guest bathroom to draw. She closed the door and hoped Molly wouldn’t think about going in there.

As she put the salon outfit away, she was about to remove her panties when a naughty thought crossed her mind, and she kept them in place. Digging into her workout clothes, she found the pair of navy biking shorts and the blue half shirt. Since Molly’s been so distant anyways, she could at least have some comfort.

Running to the bathroom to clean up her face, she tried to remove the nail extension, but they weren’t coming off. Grabbing the acetone cleaner thinking it might be the polish holding them on, she drove her nails into it and was glad to feel them finally release. Hearing the doorbell of the food delivery, she slid the shorts and shirt on. Glancing in the mirror, she gripes she didn’t do enough crunches before running to the front door, muttering to herself “does ‘contactless’ mean anything anymore,” feeling her voice break.

Opening the door, Paul thanks the delivery driver for the sushi as he takes it to the kitchen to plate it up for dinner.

As he hears Molly pulling up, he glances down at his feet, he sees the pink nail polish never got removed. Running to their bedroom, he grabs a pair of ankle socks and slips them on as he hears the door open.

“Hey, babe,” Paul shouts out glad he did have the inhaler timing right.

Hearing his voice, Molly is seriously considering asking to break their abstinence. She’s had a hard time focusing today thinking about all the different ways she wishes she had used him over the weekend. Maybe if she just took off her dress here in the entry way he would find it appropriate to discipline her. Shaking her head to silence her very loud inner brat. “I’m home, Sir,” she says stepping into the dining room.

Seeing him bring in the plates of sushi, all hope is washed away. Seeing his very bronze skin she is reminded that today was his tanning session and physical activity would be off limits. It was only after her brain processed his skin that his outfit struck her. “Whats with the shorts?” she asked as she sat down.

“oh, with this being the final tanning session, I needed to make sure that clothes didn’t ruin anything,” said as a white lie as he flexed his pelvic floor to feel what was left after Vyki’s session.

Turning to get drinks, “you want a wine or something? Though a white might work well with the sushi.”

Seeing him walk away, Molly was not expecting to see half his ass hanging out of his shorts that molded his cheeks into clearly separate globes like a pair of booty shorts. When he leaned back into the room, she was caught open mouthed as he asked again, “babe? White wine good with you?”

“Sure, ya.” She sputter out.

As he returned with the wine, she stole a look of crotch but was surprised she didn’t see the expectant buzz considering how tight they were in back. However, as he sat down obscuring her view, she was sure it was just a trick of her mind to avoid getting driven hotter. Resolving herself not to look again to avoid temptation, she drove it from her mind.

Paul was surprised not to get any comment from her. He figured he’d either rile her up with lust from a sexy look or a aggrivate her with the overtly feminine shorts he could play off as a joke and go change. However, her lack of any reaction just told him how distant she was making herself. We’ll, if she was going to stay ice cold, he’d at least have someone keeping him warm as he ground his ass into the chair, while he politely asked, “so, how was your day, hun? Anything interesting happen?”

Molly was surprised he wanted such mundane discussion but was thankful he showed interest in her day, as she relayed the gossip of her day.

Paul was happy to let her droll on as he continued to squeeze and play with his toy trying to see how he could move and rub it while sitting in the chair. He was able to get very worked up just from manipulating Sir Bill’s plug by the time diner finished. He suggested watching a history documentary on Netflix they had been interested in seeing for a while.

She adjourned to the living room while Paul picked up the dishes. He was surprised she didn’t say something about his raging hard on as he went to the kitchen. Reaching down to feel it, he realized now why she hadn’t said anything about his erection. Apparently the salons gaffs were tight and padded well enough, he still gave off a smooth, flat front. He was impressed with them, but almost more offended Molly hadn’t said anything about the absence of a bulge. At least then he could have stopped the joke.

Determined to see if she would say anything at this point, he returned to the living room and sat in the recliner to give her a clear view of his crotch from the couch.

Molly had been hoping to snuggle, but she took his meaning of removing temptation by sitting away from her so she turned to let herself be engrossed in the edutainment.

True to their old selves, they turned in shortly after 9. Molly was first done with her bedtime prep and slid under the covers naked while Paul was still in the bathroom.

After releasing himself, Paul was about to head to bedroom when he saw the light go out from under the door indicating she had gotten in bed and was already trying to sleep.

Looking at Sir Bill’s cock on the counter lonely and cold, too. Vyki did a quick cleanse and got a cover for Sir Bill’s plug. Slowly working him in as she normally did, driving herself nearly mad, she had to cover her mouth with her hand to hide the moan.

Replacing her pink panties and blue booty short, she tugged up on the thong to make sure Sir Bill would stay good and warm all night, missing her exposed whale tail as she left the bathroom.

Seeing the other girl turned away and lightly snoring by this point, Vyki sashayed over to their bed and slid in under the covers. Squeezing her internal guest, she was happy Sir Bill would be sleeping with them all night.