Working on brooke's makeover

Vanessa

Vanessa wasn’t really sure why she was doing this as she drove the car toward the shopping complex the man had pointed out. She looked over at Brooke sitting in the passenger seat. Her daughter seemed completely disinterested, almost bored. The stranger had told her to slut her up. Didn’t Brooke have any reservations about it? Vanessa had always been so proud of how straight-laced her daughter was. So why had she agreed to this so easily?

That dissenting voice felt small and far away in the back of her mind, easy to ignore. What mattered right now was the task. Brooke had to look like a complete slut and they only had two hours.

Vanessa pressed a little harder on the gas. Soon they pulled into the parking lot of the shopping complex. She grabbed Brooke’s hand and dragged her inside, heading straight for a shady-looking nail salon tucked near the back. The attendants glanced at the two of them, two neat, upper class women who clearly didn’t belong in a place like that. They were used to trashier clientele, maybe the maids and low-income women who worked in the big houses nearby.

Vanessa walked up to the counter and asked for the premium manicure and pedicure package she spotted on the service menu on the table. The second she pulled out and waved a thick wad of cash in their faces, the side-eyes disappeared and the employees put on their best customer service smiles. She dragged Brooke over to one of the chairs and sat her down.

Brooke rolled her eyes as the workers started preparing her hands and feet. Vanessa could tell her daughter had never gotten a pedicure before. She just wasn’t the type to care much about her appearance.

Vanessa knelt down next to her daughter’s chair and asked, “How are you feeling, honey?”

Brooke answered in a bored voice. “I’m not sure why I need to do this, Mom. I’m not really the slutty type.”

“NO!” Vanessa said loudly, surprising both Brooke and herself. “You shouldn’t say that. That man wants you to be a slut, so you’re going to be one. We’ll have no arguments. Am I understood, young lady?”

She put her foot down, her voice firm.

Brooke blinked. “Like… what even is a slut anyway?”

Vanessa was taken aback. She hadn’t even considered that her pure daughter might not know what being a slut meant. She had a lot of work to do.

“Oh baby girl, I am sorry, mommy’s here for you. I’ll help you with everything!” she responded.

While the workers scrubbed Brooke's hands and feet, Vanessa started making a mental list of all the things her daughter would need to learn to be a good slut.

About half an hour later, the employees were finally done with Brooke. Vanessa leaned over and checked her daughter’s hands and feet. The nails looked clean and sharp with a glossy black gel polish. The man hadn’t specified the color, but Vanessa still wanted her daughter to have some kind of high-class look about her even as a slut. She justified it to herself that at least her daughter wouldn’t be some trashy slut. That made her feel a little better about the whole thing.

She threw a thick stack of bills onto the front counter without even bothering to count it. It didn’t matter. The woman behind the counter quickly scooped it up with a grateful nod.

Vanessa grabbed Brooke’s hand again and pulled her out of the nail salon. She looked around the shopping complex until she spotted the next store, a beauty salon a few doors down. It looked just as shady and low-income as the nail place, with faded signs and a couple of questionable-looking women smoking outside. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. Time was running out.

Vanessa turned to Brooke and spoke clearly. “Come on. We’re not done yet.”

Inside the salon, the air smelled strongly of chemicals. The stylist, a tired-looking woman with overly bleached hair, raised an eyebrow at the two of them. Vanessa didn’t waste any time. She told the stylist exactly what needed to be done, everything. Longer, brighter blonde extensions, heavy makeup, the works. The stylist nodded fast, already seeing the dollars in her eyes.

They took Brooke straight to the backroom. Vanessa watched as the workers made her daughter strip completely naked and lie down on the waxing table. Brooke’s body looked even better without the baggy clothes hiding it, smooth skin, perky C-cup tits, a flat stomach, and that round ass. Vanessa felt a strange mix of pride and unease as she saw her daughter exposed like that.

As the hot wax was applied and ripped off in strips, Brooke winced but stayed quiet. Vanessa knelt down next to the table, close to her daughter’s face.