“It looks more like a bunch of red bandages,” I said, squinting my eyes and trying to figure the thing out, “like it’s the result of a scene from a slasher film or something.”
“Oh hush,” she said, slipping into a pair of black stiletto’s.
“I’ll be wearing a little more than you,” I said. I pulled a tiny black sequined dress from the closet that I’d made myself and put it on the bed then started stripping.
It took a while, but eventually I got everything off. Then I remembered I didn’t have any panties on under my long johns.
Oh well, I thought, it’s not the first time Marie has seen my hoo-ha…
I pulled them over my hips and of course, she didn’t give me a second of reprieve.
“Did you get waxed?” she asked with wide eyes.
I covered my pussy with my hands and shook my head.
“No,” I lied.
Four days ago, I’d spent ninety minutes spread open like a gutted fish while a woman Bear paid good money to violently ripped the hair from my crotch in the most savage act I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Trust me, it wasn’t my idea. I’d been going about my day, innocently sewing the skirt of a new pattern I was trying out, when I received a text message from Bear.
‘You have an appointment with Daisy at Daisy’s Spa on Broadway at 2 p.m. Don’t be late.’
That was all the information he’d given me and when I’d shown up at ten to two, my happy, unsuspecting bush blowing in the wind under my skirt, I had no idea the terror Daisy was going to inflict upon me, or my bush.
Only one of us had survived.
I’d walked out of the salon shell-shocked and bare as a baby’s bottom.
I turned away now, hiding my naked pussy from Marie and pulled the dress over my head. I slipped into a pair of sparkly silver heels and added some silver bracelets and dangly silver earrings before checking my hair and make-up.
“All that complaining about the cold. And now, your pussy is bare as a naked mole rat and you aren’t wearing panties?” Her eyebrow was raised so high, it was in her hairline.
“Shut up,” I said, shaking my head, ignoring the creeping rush of blood to my face.
“The dick must be damn good, that’s all I’m saying. For you to go out naked under your skirt like that, Bear must be sporting a monster between his legs.”
I smiled a secret smile.
“Lucky bitch,” she whispered, watching me in the mirror. “You think Bruce has a big dick, too?”
I rolled my eyes at her.
“I’m sure you won’t waste anytime finding out.”
“Damn straight I won’t.”
Chapter 14
“Max, can you take us to Bowery and Delancy in Manhattan, please?” Bruce asked, as we all piled into the back of the car. The streets were filled with an ungodly amount of people, and the crowd flowed down the sidewalks like a rushing river and horns blared around us as taxi’s and countless cars tried to make it down the street in the New Years melee.
“My pleasure,” Max said. “It might take a while, though.”
“Maybe we should have taken the helicopter,” I said to Bear as he put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to his side. I was half-serious, but Marie erupted in a fit of giggles. She’d had a few drinks already, hell, more than a few if you counted the flask she’d taken to Times Square.
“Or maybe the yacht!” she said, cracking up at her own joke. Bear looked at me curiously and I shook my head.
“I told her about repelling out of the helicopter,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You’re getting drunk, Marie!”
“So what! Here,” she said, trying to shove the drink that Bruce had just poured her into my hands. “Catch up!”
I pushed it away.
“No, thank you,” I said. I was feeling a little queasy earlier and the one glass of wine had made me dizzy. Besides, I wanted to stay sober tonight. Mainly, to be present for whatever Bear had in mind but also to sort of babysit Marie and make sure she didn’t end up lost, alone and dead in New York City somewhere. She was known to just take off on her own, which drove me crazy.
“Chloe,” she said, leaning into my knees, “you need to loosen up!”
“I do, huh?”
“Yes!” she slurred. “Right, Bear? Isn’t she so uptight?”
“Marie!” I admonished her.
Bear and Bruce laughed and Bear nodded his head.
“Sometimes, she is, you’re right,” he said, winking at me, “but I’m working on it, don’t worry!”
“I know!” Marie gushed, pushing past me and grabbing Bear’s hand. “She told me about the butt plug!” She squealed with laughter and I shoved her back in her seat.
“Marie!” I cried, mortified.
Bruce and Bear burst out laughing together and I covered my face with my hands.
“Oops, sorry, Chloe,” Marie said, her words slurring together.
“I can’t believe you,” I said, shooting an angry look at her.
“Oh, don’t worry about, Beauty,” Bruce said. “We’re all friends. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I shook my head and grabbed Marie’s glass from her, downing her whiskey ginger.
Everyone cheered and I smiled as I shook my head, doing my best to pretend that little outburst didn’t happen. I looked over at Bear and he winked at me again.
“I like her,” he shrugged.
“I bet you do,” I laughed. “Bruce, tell us more about this party we’re going to.”
“Well, speaking of loosening up,” Bruce said, shooting a conspiratory glance at Bear, “I hope you’re feeling adventurous.”
Bear smiled, nodding slowly.
“Sure, I guess so…” I replied, my stomach quivering.
“It’s a private club,” Bruce said. “It’s hard to get a membership, but I have one. You’ll be my guests. They’re having a huge party tonight. All of New York’s adventurous elite will be there. Right, Bear?”
“Probably,” he replied.
“Sounds good to me,” Marie said, leaning over Bruce to pour herself another drink and shoving her boobs in his face in the process. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he leaned forward, smushing his face in them. She giggled and wiggled them even more.
These two are a match made in heaven, I thought. I smiled, vowing to loosen up and have a good time. It’s not like I was her mother or anything. She’d come to have a good time and she deserved to do just that. It was all harmless fun.
It took another ten minutes of watching Bruce and Marie flirt with each other before we finally made it to our destination.
We walked up to a nondescript metal door with the biggest, tallest, widest and yet most beautiful man I’d ever seen guarding it. His cocoa skin was contrasted by his huge blue eyes. His face looked like it was chiseled from marble. I resisted reaching out to run my fingers over his skin, but it was so smooth, so flawless, what I really wanted to do was lick it.
“Mr. Dalton,” the giant greeted Bear and they shook hands.
“Hello, Terrance,” Bear replied.
“Bruce!” the man said, pulling Bruce in for a huge hug.