Page 80 of Tame Me

“Thanks.” While I put my contact in and blinked it into place, Lolita walked out to the lounge room. When she returned, she had a large plastic wet-pack in her hands.

“Brought the secret weapons.” She unzipped it to reveal the most organized and comprehensive makeup kit I’d ever seen.

“Jesus, we could be here all night.”

“Ha, funny. This is only a fraction of my makeup. Now, what about the wigs? Which one do you want?”

I turned to the wigs that I’d lined up on the towel shelf in my bathroom. “I should wear the black one because that’s what I wore for Mason last time.”

“Oooh, look at that red one.” She pulled the wig off the shelf. I grabbed the black wig again. It was a disaster, but that only made it perfect for my rock-chick look. I showed Lolita how I pinned up my hair and then pulled the wig on.

She chuckled. “Oh yeah.” She pointed at me. “I remember picking you up at the park dressed like that. Holy shit, that was a hoot. Tonight’s gonna be a total crack-up.”

We chinked our glasses again, and I took a long sip of my drink. The wine was delicious, but on an empty stomach, I was already feeling the effects, and that was dangerous.

“Where shall we go for dinner?” I’d need something substantial if I was planning a big night of drinking. Pasta jumped to mind. “How about that Italian place around the corner? We can share a pizza?”

“I just escaped pizza at my house.”

“You can have a salad then, and I’ll have risotto.” I hoped my eyes reflected my eagerness.

“Okay. Sounds good. What time does the band come on?”

“Not until ten.”

She clicked her tongue. “Cool, that’ll give us time to have a few wines before we get there. Now help me out with this wig.”

By the time we finished in the bathroom, I was transformed with my black wig on and violet contacts in, and I’d recreated my makeup from my last time with Mason with gold eye shadow and very dark eyeliner. Lolita looked stunning in the fiery red wig and green contacts. She’d enhanced her eyes with a dozen colors, so her eyelids blended from a light pink to a dark purple. On me, that makeup would look ridiculous, but on Lolly, the bold colors looked incredible.

We raised our glasses at our finished looks and drank the last of our drinks. Back in the kitchen, Lolly filled our glasses again, and we dressed in our cheeky Memphis outfits. I pulled on faux leather leggings that Lolly had insisted I buy on our last shopping spree.

As I’d been thinking about what outfit to wear ever since I’d texted Lolita this morning, I removed a pair of thigh-high purple boots that I’d never worn. In reality, I never thought I’d wear them, but I’d loved them so much when I’d first seen them in the shop that I’d bought them regardless.

“What do you think of these?” I held the boots up.

She turned to me wearing nothing but a G-string, and I was shown once again just how perky her boobs were. “Fuck, babe, they’re fantastic.” She reached for one. “Where’d you get these?”

“I bought them years ago from this obscure boutique down in Broadbeach. I’ve never worn them, though.”

“I’ll have to borrow them sometime.”

“Sure.” Her stamp of approval was perfect, and I took the boots to the bed, sat down, put on socks and pulled them on. The boots had a velvet finish, with a fake lace that zig-zagged all the way up the front of the boot. The heel was about eight inches but with the wedged toe at the front they didn’t seem that high at all.

I stepped up to the mirror and tried to ignore my lopsided boobs as I checked out my boots. “What do you think?”

She turned to me, wearing a tight-fitting dress in a shimmering rose-gold fabric that hugged her curves perfectly. The dress was very, very short, showing off her shapely tanned legs. With her red wig curled over her shoulder, Lolita looked a knock-out.

“Wow! You look amazing.”

“Thanks. I bought this today.”

I chuckled. “Did you?”

“Of course. Never miss an opportunity to buy a new dress.”

She said it so matter-of-factly that I had to laugh.

“What? I mean it.” She pointed her blue nail at me. “You should etch that piece of wisdom into your memory. Now that you’ve got Saturday nights off, there’ll be no more excuses from you when I ask you out. And we need to fit in a hell of a lot more shopping time to keep topping up your sexy new wardrobe.”

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