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breathless for him as we kiss.
I want to wrap my legs around his body but I hang limply in his arms until he sets me on my feet.
He drives me home with a schedule for tomorrow, to transform me into something else, I am not sure if I like the idea.
The waxing , I have had done before but my hair and nails like some sort of bimbo, I hope my boss does not mind if I change his plan a little bit.
I get my best underwear out and select the black trouser suit with the shirt that matched; I will have to change in work after my hair appointment.
Another special appointment, my boss had made for me like the booking at Chanel boutique, he already knew I would accept his proposition before he had asked me, I felt that I should change my mind but I was having fun for a change.
The hairdresser greats me as I enter the hair and beauty salon, I sit down as we generally chat about the weather etc, teasing my hair out of my hairclip she suggests I will look amazing as a platinum blonde, I did not want to go that bright a colour or any blonde for that matter.
“I replied Low lights, a soft caramel maybe but not a platinum or blonde of any shade.” She examines my light brown hair, as she smiles.
“I know just the colour that will enhance your hair , but your boyfriend not going to like it.” I watch her phone my boss before she starts on my hair, he must have given me permission to deviate from his commands as she starts mixing up the colour formula.
As the colour dye sets on my hair, I start to feel that maybe she just agreed to do my hair the way I wanted, but dreaded that I was still going to look at my reflection as an empty-headed platinum blonde.
The mirrors were not visible which is strange for a hairstylist. She ushers me to another chair, thankfully with a mirror. I look at the new me apprehensively with the soft caramels shinning through, and the colour looks amazing.
“He not going to know what hit him, the colour really complements you r skin tones.”
I was impressed with the improvement to myself as she starts cutting into my hair, it was clear my choice was only on the colour but the length did not alter much only slight layers to bring out the colour on the highlights.
Upon meeting the beautician, I refused the bikini waxing but had my legs done, I did make an appointment for next week because she was flustered that I refused another command from my boss. She continues with my make-up and I paid for my own purchases of makeup that she used, my own blushes came when a delivery of underwear arrived in the salon as I waited for my nails to dry.
I take a quick look at the expensive looking lace and satin underwear as I leave the shop, they not like I imagined a man would want me to wear these looked comfortable, and I lift the note out with excitement, it simply said for work.
I was the first to arrive for work, even though I just had a makeover that was typical of my boss not to lose a day’s work from my services, I did have the highest paid accounts in the firm apart from him of course.
I have another look at my hair as I slip on my jacket as I change into my suit, I nearly collide with my boss as I step out of the restroom, his hands went into my hair as he gently kisses me, I reach out for him a mirror image of his brother as we kiss.
He did not say anything but I follow him willingly to his office and I am the one who locks his door. He turns as I slip my jacket off, he lifts me off my feet as he pins me to his door. Undoing my buttons on my shirt as he lifts me up higher, kissing my breasts through the material of my bra my nipples becoming firm with his warm breath, I pull his hair gently as he whispers “Clara.” I moan out from my name whispered so desperately on his lips.
His hands gently undressing me he pushes me into the door, his lips exploring every revealed part of me as he gently
I want to wrap my legs around his body but I hang limply in his arms until he sets me on my feet.
He drives me home with a schedule for tomorrow, to transform me into something else, I am not sure if I like the idea.
The waxing , I have had done before but my hair and nails like some sort of bimbo, I hope my boss does not mind if I change his plan a little bit.
I get my best underwear out and select the black trouser suit with the shirt that matched; I will have to change in work after my hair appointment.
Another special appointment, my boss had made for me like the booking at Chanel boutique, he already knew I would accept his proposition before he had asked me, I felt that I should change my mind but I was having fun for a change.
The hairdresser greats me as I enter the hair and beauty salon, I sit down as we generally chat about the weather etc, teasing my hair out of my hairclip she suggests I will look amazing as a platinum blonde, I did not want to go that bright a colour or any blonde for that matter.
“I replied Low lights, a soft caramel maybe but not a platinum or blonde of any shade.” She examines my light brown hair, as she smiles.
“I know just the colour that will enhance your hair , but your boyfriend not going to like it.” I watch her phone my boss before she starts on my hair, he must have given me permission to deviate from his commands as she starts mixing up the colour formula.
As the colour dye sets on my hair, I start to feel that maybe she just agreed to do my hair the way I wanted, but dreaded that I was still going to look at my reflection as an empty-headed platinum blonde.
The mirrors were not visible which is strange for a hairstylist. She ushers me to another chair, thankfully with a mirror. I look at the new me apprehensively with the soft caramels shinning through, and the colour looks amazing.
“He not going to know what hit him, the colour really complements you r skin tones.”
I was impressed with the improvement to myself as she starts cutting into my hair, it was clear my choice was only on the colour but the length did not alter much only slight layers to bring out the colour on the highlights.
Upon meeting the beautician, I refused the bikini waxing but had my legs done, I did make an appointment for next week because she was flustered that I refused another command from my boss. She continues with my make-up and I paid for my own purchases of makeup that she used, my own blushes came when a delivery of underwear arrived in the salon as I waited for my nails to dry.
I take a quick look at the expensive looking lace and satin underwear as I leave the shop, they not like I imagined a man would want me to wear these looked comfortable, and I lift the note out with excitement, it simply said for work.
I was the first to arrive for work, even though I just had a makeover that was typical of my boss not to lose a day’s work from my services, I did have the highest paid accounts in the firm apart from him of course.
I have another look at my hair as I slip on my jacket as I change into my suit, I nearly collide with my boss as I step out of the restroom, his hands went into my hair as he gently kisses me, I reach out for him a mirror image of his brother as we kiss.
He did not say anything but I follow him willingly to his office and I am the one who locks his door. He turns as I slip my jacket off, he lifts me off my feet as he pins me to his door. Undoing my buttons on my shirt as he lifts me up higher, kissing my breasts through the material of my bra my nipples becoming firm with his warm breath, I pull his hair gently as he whispers “Clara.” I moan out from my name whispered so desperately on his lips.
His hands gently undressing me he pushes me into the door, his lips exploring every revealed part of me as he gently
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