CHAPTER EIGHT
Friday came faster than expected. I rushed home from school and jumped into the shower. Luckily, the hot water was working again and I took my time, enjoying its warmth. I stood under the hot stream, carefully washing my hair. I massaged my scalp and took my time, wanting my hair to be perfect. After all, this job relied on my looks, so I had to look my best.
I scrubbed down my body with an exfoliator until my skin was all nice and pink. At one point, my fingers grazed my nipples to find they were rock-hard. I didn’t even realize that I was thinking about all the hot men I had seen on the website.
Austin was once again pinning me to the bed. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking it back and forth with his tongue as his other hand traveled down my body. It snuck into my panties, his thumb caressing my clit. I couldn’t help but moan as I bucked my hips into the air, my body silently asking for more.
With his free hand, he pinned my wrists above my head, keeping me trapped under his piercing gaze before kissing my lips. I melted into it, my hips still grinding into the air, searching for him. He continued to tease me, one of his fingers pressing inside of me before he pulled away, a smirk on his face. I groaned, wanting more.
I shook my head, chasing the fantasy away. I didn’t have time for this. I blushed darkly, realizing where my own fingers had been. I washed my hair one more time, conditioning the tips before I jumped out. I wrapped a towel around my chest and grabbed my makeup bag, placing it on the vanity. I would have to do an amazing job with it.
I rummaged through my stuff, looking for my hairdryer. It had been so long since I had to doll myself up. Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t been to a proper date in over a year, maybe even two.
Eventually, I found it at the bottom of a drawer and plugged it in. I curled my hair around a brush, forming some subtle curls that I hoped would suit me well. I pushed my bangs into a side-swept style. By the time I was done, my hair seemed to shimmer. I smiled, grabbing a small broach and pinning up half of my hair, letting the other half fall in ringlets down my shoulder. My hair hadn’t looked this nice in ages.
Feeling confident, I opened my makeup bag, ready to tackle my next task. I was lucky that my skin was pretty nice to begin with. It saved me the step of putting on concealer. Besides, after the exfoliation in the shower, it looked even better than usual. All I had to do was put on some eye makeup, maybe a little blush, and finally, lipstick. I could handle that.
I primed my eyes first, making sure I covered everything. I didn’t want my eyeshadow to crease or fade during the night. I didn’t know what I would end up doing, so I wanted to make sure my makeup would last.
I grabbed my shimmery turquoise color and applied it to the inner third of my eye. I was so close to the mirror that my nose was practically touching it. My hand shook as I tried to apply the shadow. I was nervous. I hadn’t worked so hard to put on makeup in quite a while… I had no idea whether it would come out good or not.
Next, I grabbed a vibrant green color and packed it into the center of my lid with a worn-out brush I had in the bottom of my bag. I struggled to get an even coat, but eventually, I managed, blending it in with the turquoise.
“Oh c’mon… where is it?” I looked through all my makeup, looking for my favorite color: midnight blue. I finally found it and applied it to the outer v, connecting it with the green.
I pulled back to see the result. My eye seemed to shimmer in a mixture of blues and greens. I grinned. It seemed like my makeup skills were still up to par. Ready to finish up my look, I grabbed the eyeliner and traced my waterline before I dabbed my bottom lid with a bit of the midnight blue.
Finally came the mascara. I coated my lashes evenly. “Damn…” I chuckled. I didn’t think it would look this good. Feeling ready to put on the dress, I unzipped the bag Victoria had given me, unveiling it for the first time. With school and everything else, I hadn’t had the time to look at it.
I gasped the moment I opened it. The dress was gorgeous. I could tell it was a designer piece, just by the expensive material and the way it was cut. Even in the dull light of my bathroom, it sparkled like the night sky.
Feeling giddy, I slipped it on. The material was soft and form-fitting, perfectly hugging all of my curves. My curves were often my biggest insecurity, but when I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t even recognize myself. Somehow, the dress gave me a flawless hourglass figure, making me look like I belonged on a magazine cover or something.
I moved closer to the mirror, in a state of shock. The dress had a dipping neckline that showed off my large bust. I blushed softly, seeing how good it looked. I turned around and admired myself. The train in the back was a nice touch. Victoria seemed to have amazing taste. I wondered how she had managed to guess my size so accurately. I hadn’t even given her my measurements.
I looked at my phone. 5:50. I still had to put on lipstick! I hurried back to the vanity, my heart pounding as 6 PM got closer and closer.