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“Look we can’t do this,” he says getting angry. “Enough!”
Lorenzo grunts, yanking me off his back. He then spanks my near naked butt hard.
“Ouchhh!”
Lorenzo points to my room, and he commands me sternly. “Now, go put a bra on, and panties, we leave in five!”
We go outto a big art gallery opening, and it is sophisticated and classy. I feel out of place, but Lorenzo looks after me well.
He wears a navy suit, blue satin tie, and gold cufflinks.
He makes me feel good, and after the wrestling, and fingers in each other’s mouths, I am still turned on. It’s electric.
Lorenzo said we would not stay long, because we are planning to go and eat. We do, however, end up having a few too many drinks, and we forget to eat.
Two women who appear to know Lorenzo, try to get him alone. I can, however, tell he’s avoiding them. I catch other woman staring at him, and I don’t like it.
It’s weird being with him like this, but I guess we are just friends, after-all.
As a third woman starts to show interest in him, he takes my hand and acts more intimate. It’s hot, but I can see what he is doing. It’s theatre. Even if my heart jumps, I force myself to keep it real, and not think anything of it.
It’s hard.
Finally, we walk for home around eleven, after only eating canapes. We also discuss my make-over as we talk. Lorenzo asks if I want to do something crazy. “Of course,” I answer, wanting to do anything with him.
In bed or out.
Lorenzo pitches me his idea, and I immediately agree to go see his hairstylist pal. She is a movie hair and makeup hotshot, that he knows well, and they’ve done a dozen movies together.
After a quick phone call, we make it home. Lorenzo’s driver Alfred comes by, and the older English gent drives us to Brooklyn in the Bentley. The man is sweet, and I’m embarrassed he sees me tipsy. In saying that, we take two bottles of icy champagne with us. I’m excited, and nervous.
Tallulah,a stunning woman opens the door, and she kisses Lorenzo on both cheeks. She does the same with me, then in her thick French accent, she tells me to sit.
Lorenzo plays barman, as the colorful Tallulah walks around me. She looks me over, carefully, and then she pitches me her makeover plan.
I am soon lost, so I shrug and look at them both. “Do anything you want to me.”
“Don’t say that,” Lorenzo growls low as he passes me a champagne. “Don’t ever say that.”
I quickly stand on tip toes, full of alcohol, and before he can move, I kiss his nose. “Do. Anything. You. Want. To. Me!”
I drop into the cool salon chair and spin in the incredibly cool living room. I spin around and around in the spectacular apartment, and it’s time. Time for me to become anew womanand to begin mynew life.
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STORM
Two hours later, and after way too much champagne, music, on set movie stories, and laughs Tallulah spins me in the white leather chair.
As I stand in front of the full-length mirror, my jaw drops. I turn left and right, and I have been transformed. My hair is now layered, and it seems to have enhanced my facial features.
I am not the nervous girl next door anymore.
Now, I look sophisticated.
And maybe, just maybe, the look will help make my dreams, and sick fantasies come true.
Tallulah steps up behind me. She then puts a black choker necklace on me, and my heart pounds fast.
