She Wants To Help

"Fuck babe," she says, "You are fucking hot today. Look at that outfit you've got on. Booty shorts? Rocking the whole thing out here. Give me a twirl I want to take you in."

I stood there stunned until she claps loudly and then, still stunned, I turn in a stumbling fashion in a perfect circle and then, kind of dizzy with the confusion rushing through me, I end up going a little bit further as I wind up facing a little away from her. A position of which Rachel takes full advantage.

"Absolutely fine," she says, snapping her hand out and spanking my ass just hard enough to make me jump, "Keeping it tight, Ross."

Before I even have a chance to respond she's slipped her arm into the crook of mine and is leading me forward into the bathroom I just left as I meekly protest.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, wishing and hoping for one particular answer.

That she was sincere with all of her compliments and was feeling at least a little bit of what I was feeling. That she was pulling me into the bathroom to flick the lock shut behind us and push me up against it and then she'd flick the button at the top of my shorts open and push her way inside. Down past my panties until she was curling a finger into me while her lips pressed against the nape of my neck and she was untying the knot in my tank top and starting to creep her way up inside and...

Jesus.

I am overcome.

To my disappointment but maybe my safety Rachel doesn't strip me bare and have her way with me, instead she laughs as the door closes behind us and she explains.

"Have you never had a female friend? We travel in packs to the bathroom, that's the cliche. I need to go and I'm bringing you in here with me because I don't do this alone unless I can help it. And besides, seeing you like that has me coming up with a fantastic idea."

Inside the bathroom she sets her little purse aside and turns to me, grabbing me by the shoulders and facing me towards her. She scrutinizes my face, turning at it from different angles and occasionally letting her gaze drift down only briefly before it snaps back up.

"What are you-"

"Stop," she says, cutting me off, "Just give me a minute here. Yeah, I think this'll work. I mean we're close enough and it'd be better if you had your own but I think I can make this work."

She snaps open her purse and starts shuffling through it.

"Make what work?" I ask her.

"Makeup," she explains, pulling out her lipstick and adjusting and touching up her own makeup while she stares in the mirror, "I mean you're fine as fuck today and I am so proud of you for obviously stepping out of your comfort zone, but you can go a little further I think. So I'm going to touch you up and make you up. Because hun I know you're probably new to being a hottie but you really need to go out with makeup."

"I do?"

"Not because you're not hot as is,̃" she reassures me, "You've got some real natural talent there in your tight little butt, but makeup just enhances and emphasizes and I mean... Look it's shitty that guys are dumb but they are and people think that no makeup is light makeup and when they see a girl with no makeup they don't know how to react. You want to stand out? You want to turn heads? You want to draw attention? You need makeup to do that."

Rather than protest any of my intentions, because frankly she'd hit my new perspective right on the money, I instead mumbled out something worse.

"I had makeup," I said under my breath, "It just got all messed up."

I half expected that she wouldn't hear me, sincerely, but to my absolute shock she didn't miss a beat before turning and scrutinizing me.

"It got all messed up?" she asked, a sly and knowing smile crossing her face, "Now tell me sweetie, what could an innocent girl like you be doing to get all messy?"

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