Lucy gets giggley

Lucy's vision blurs. Her head falls back.
The smiling face of Ms Sarah leans over her.
"How we feeling Love?" Ms Sarah asks.
"mmm I feel...wonderful" Lucy murmurs.
"Excellent, now we don't want to get you're clothes messy, plus we'll be picking out a new outfit, so you better step out of that tragic pantsuite."

Lucy looks down and sees how boring her clothes are.
"Why do I dress like a man?" Lucy frowns.
"I expect you're afraid of the wild sexual woman that you really are" Ms Sarah takes Lucy's clothes.
"And that awful bra and panties please, plain white ugh"
Lucy complies and stands there naked sipping more champagne.
"I think you may be right she giggles"
"Well then you won't ever need these again, because we're going to let that wild sexy slut loose"
and with that Ms Sarah dumps the clothes into an incinerator.
Lucy watches "oh my god! I'm hooped now"
She laughs while the sane business woman in her head screams "you have a board meeting today
and you have NO CLOTHES"

Ms Sarah hands Lucy a black pvc dress. "Put this on love until we pick out you're new clothes.
This is will keep you clean" Lucy squeezes into this ultra mini. It goes up to just under her chin but
barely passes her crotch. The pvc presses her breasts and her rising nipples strain against the plastic.
Lucy laughs "I better not drop anything hahahahaha".

"Lie back" Ms Sarah guide Lucy to the reclined chair. "Lets get started"
Ms Sarah opens the tight bun that holds Lucy's hair. The hair falls past her ass.
Ms Sarah smiles and without saying a word starts cutting. Hairs starts flying. Lucy sipps her champagne "Oh my"
The cutting stops as quickly as it starts. Lucy realizes that there is one mirror and there is a drape over it.

Lucy giggles "Can I see how it's going?"
"No" Ms Sarah says flatly
"Please Lucy whines"
"I can stop now and you can leave looking as you are right now with you're unstyled hair and wearing this dress"
Lucy panics "no no please"
"Well then, quiet" Ms Sarah commands.

Lucy stays quiet as a creme is applied to her hair, she feels it tingle.
Later the creme is rinse off and more creme is applied. Then that is rinsed and Ms Sarah resumes cutting.
All the while Lucy lays quiet and the voice in her head lectures her and tells her she is in deep deep trouble.

"Okay time to pick and outfit." Ms Sarah hold up two black garment bags.
Lucy looks at her and says waveringly "umm, how do I pick if I can't see what they are?"
Ms Sarah scowls "Did you or did you not submit you physical appearance to me?"
"I did"
"So pick"
Lucy thinks of bolting and running out of the salon, but she has not seen her hair and is dreading what's been
done to it, and what can be worse than the ultra mini she has on now. She can't miss the board meeting she
has with the client today and she didn't count on not having her pantsuite.

She closes her eyes and points to one of the bags.
"Excellent choice" Ms Sarah laughs.
Lucy starts to feel sleepy.
"Right on time" Ms Sarah takes the glass from Lucy's hand.

Lucy slowly wakes up, she faintly hears the babble of voices around her. She opens her eyes and discovers she sitting
on a park bench outside her client's office. The clock on the wall says she has 15 min til her meeting starts.
"Oh my god" I almost missed it. She quickly stands up and has a sudden flash, didn't I get my hair done today?
The memory seems fuzzy and so long ago.

She quickens her pace. The sound of her shoes on the floor makes her stop. Normaly her soft shoes are nearly silent.
Now there was a loud click. She looked down and then to the mirror in the foyer.
She screams and all eyes lock on her. The women look away in disgust while the men continue to stare.
Their eyes start with her shiny black boots with 8 inch stilletoe heels.
Black fur trims the boots where they stop at mid thigh. Lucy looks for a zipper or someway to get them off.
They appear to be skin tight and permament.
The leering looks follow up her legs to the fishnet stockings and garter up to a big band of black fur that encircles her
like a fuzzy super miniskirt. Her waist is pull impossibly narrow by a purple velvet corset. Again with no visible way
to get it off. More black fur encases her breasts. A furry 4 inch collar encircles her neck and a purple leash dangles down
her back. Her face is a painting of bold lips and large dark eyes. Ornate earings dangle and fine chains link with
each nostil. Her hair, once a fine glossy black bun, is now a pseudo mohawk. Skin tight short black hair on the sides,
with tall purple spikey hair down the middle.
As she turns she sees a tattoo on her shoulder blade "Property of Mistress Kara"
Her eyes go wide "I'm gonna kill her"
The elevaor opens and standing there is Mr. Johnson, her client.