6: New Year’s Threesome

LILY-ROSE'S POV

DECEMBER 31st, 2025

"Oh, sweetie. I'm so sorry," Addison said, hugging me tightly as we stepped out of her car. She had picked me up at sunrise and taken me to a greasy breakfast spot, where I spilled everything.

I told her about the cheating, the photos, the comments about my body, and the child bride secretary.

"Don't worry," she whispered, pulling back to look at me. "I'm pulling out all the stops today, and when I'm done with you, that bastard won't know what hit him. He won't even be able to breathe when he looks at you."

Addy led me inside the Hedonism Spa, and my jaw hit the floor. I felt like I had stepped into a high-budget pornographic fairytale, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and musk. It was a sexual heaven.

There were girls dressed like naughty fairies in nothing but sheer wings and tiny leaf thongs. Some of them were swinging from vines made of ivy and roses. Their breasts bounced freely as they giggled, and men in leather harnesses lounged on velvet cushions while being hand-fed grapes by gorgeous boys and girls. It was raw, carnal, and intoxicatingly beautiful.

"Addy, I love what you've done with the place," I breathed, feeling my own blood start to hum. The last time I was here, it was just a regular spa with private massages.

"Thanks. Now come," Addy smirked, pulling me toward a private suite. "I have someone special to give you the works, and his name is Bick, short for Big Dick."

"Addy!" I gasped, blushing furiously.

She pushed open the door, and my eyes fell on a chocolate Adonis. He was massive, with muscles rippling under skin like polished mahogany, and he wore only a scrap of white cloth around his waist that was cut impossibly high at the sides. The bulge beneath was impossible to ignore, and Addy hadn't lied. He was hung like a horse.

"Bick, this is my girl Lisa," she said, using a fake name for me. "Give her the dirty girl special."

"Wait. That doesn't sound right," I stammered.

"Relax, Lisa," Bick rasped, his voice deep like rolling thunder. "Let Bick take care of you."

Addy slipped out, and I let Bick help me out of my sweats. He deliberately pressed his lips against my tummy as he pulled my bottoms down, kissing my skin lightly, and I couldn't help but shiver. "Bick, wait," I let out.

"Don't worry. We don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. The dirty girl special is just for me to please you with my hands," he explained.

"Ok."

He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and laid me on the soft massage bed.

"Just relax," he cooed, and I watched him lick his lips. "Lay on your belly," he told me, and I did.

He started by rubbing warm, scented oil into my skin, and his hands were huge and firm as he kneaded my shoulders before moving down my back.

"Say peaches if you want me to go lower, but say mangoes if you want me to stop."

I moaned. He continued down below, and he began to massage my ass. It was getting so wild, and it felt so good, but I yelled, "Mangoes." He immediately stopped.

He spun me over and worked his fingers along my body, his thumbs grazing the undersides of my heavy breasts, teasing the tips until they were rock hard.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Good," I whispered.

"Now I'm going to get rid of all this hair," he said, then added, "Spread your legs for me."

I did as he asked, and then came the wax. He was meticulous as warm wax coated my pussy, my asshole, my armpits, and my legs. Each time he ripped a strip away, he soothed the skin with firm pressure, and when he reached my inner thighs, his fingers brushed against my clit "accidentally." I knew he was testing how far I would go, and when I moaned, he chuckled. By the time I was completely smooth and bald, I was a whimpering, quivering mess.

"You're so sensitive," Bick whispered. He stopped and then asked, "Do you want me to continue?" I nodded, so he took his gloves off and washed his hands before sliding two thick fingers into my soaking, freshly waxed pussy while his thumb rubbed my clit.

I arched my back and curled my toes as sparks shot through me. I hadn't been touched like this in years.

Jimmy never fingered me, and he claimed he didn't like doing it for other women either.

I screamed into the pillow as a massive, toe-curling orgasm ripped through me, my juices coating his hand.

"That's a good girl," Bick said as he handed me a towel. "The shower is over there."

After my shower, the rest of the day was a blur of luxury. I got a mani-pedi, then Addy washed, cut, and styled my hair into voluminous waves, and she applied makeup herself, giving me bold red lips and golden eyeshadow that made my green eyes pop like emeralds.

By the time we finished, it was 5:00 PM, and eight hours of transformation had passed.

Addy took some pictures for her social media pages, and then I left in a cab.

When I got home, Bernice’s car was at the gate. She had come for the boys, but Penny would stay home with the nanny.

My phone buzzed with a text from Jimmy saying he was getting ready at a hotel suite near work. He also told me to meet him at an address he sent and that I shouldn't be late. I rolled my eyes and headed inside the house.

The kids gasped when they saw me.

"Mommy, you look so beautiful!" Dustin cheered.

Bernice actually smiled, a real, genuine smile. "There's the confident woman I met eleven years ago," she said. "The kids and I will leave you to finish. Oh, and some items were delivered for you today. Paula put them in your room."

I hurried upstairs and saw the garment bag hanging in the closet, plus there was a big box on the bed. I opened the box first and saw that there was a pair of Louboutins.

"OMG. This is so cute," I said as I examined them. Then I went to unzip the bag and nearly fainted.

The dress was a masterpiece. I took it out, and a note fell out. I laid the dress on the bed and read the note.

~Mrs. Fowler, please do us the honor of wearing this one-of-a-kind GNOIR dress. We had it specially made for you. We also sent matching color shoes, courtesy of Louboutin. We are confident we got the right size in every area. We'll be waiting with bated breath to see you. — S & K Belafonte~

For some reason, the last line of the note made my pussy begin to sing.