5.

LILY’s POV

I will be meeting my mystery man in less than ten hours, too small to plan anything but enough time to change my mind, why then am I not doing just that? I looked at my phone again for the address he sent to me. I am supposed to get shaped up in the spa just for him.

I wonder if he convinces every woman he fucks to jump through this many hoops? I wonder if he pays sessions for all the girls he fucks, or just a few.

At least that information is not strange to me, whoever I am going to meet is meant to make me the beautiful version of me.

“Hey,” A hand touched my shoulder.

“What?” I jumped up,

“I have been calling your name, Lily. Since you didn’t answer, I let myself in”

“Oh I’m sorry, there are a lot of things on my mind”

“I know, but your brother is going to be alright” She put her arms around me and enveloped me into a warm hug.

“I know. He has to be. Not when I am doing this”

She looked at me then, maybe finally understanding what might be going on. “You did?” Her eyes popped in surprise and I had not even answered her question.

“Yes, I signed up and I am meeting one of them soon”

“Oh my god! Lily! You are becoming brave! I am proud of you”

“Uh, not the reaction I was expecting. Ain’t you worried I might be meeting a kidnapper or a serial killer?” My face creased as I questioned her.

“Oh trust me! I am sure he is not a serial killer. PLACEBID.com is very careful with that. You have nothing to worry about, girl. I am more excited you will lose your V card and get money are the same time, I feel like a proud mummy”

“Oh shut up!” I want to believe her and I want to believe the person I spoke to last night was not a serial killer.

“If I don’t arrive in the morning, go to the police! Tell them everything” I warned her.

“That I will do. Now, enjoy your life without worry since I have given you my word. But I know you will be okay”

“Well, I have to go get dolled up”

“Just like I have to get my ass up to work for my afternoon shift! I have to work extra hours now. But please do me a favor. Have some fucking fun, will you?"

It didn't take me long before I found the Spa, it's a big Spa, and it is well known.

The woman who came to attend to me did a good job of calming me down with a big smile. Through signing in and changing out of my clothes to getting started, I began to feel myself relaxed.

She didn't speak a lot of words to me, but she was having me spread my legs bare on a table before her in a very classy but simple room in no time. And even though I should feel ashamed, it was anything but.

She sticks her head between my legs checking for what might be done to my pubic hair.

I flinch as a huge chunk of hot stuff lands on my lower body. I have my fists gripped at my side and my teeth gritted in preparation for what's to come, but that wasn't so bad. Or so I thought before she gripped the wax and pulled it out without warning. My body is torn by a hot pain and the ripping sound. “Fuck!! Fuck!!” I murmured under my breath, I threw my hand on my head to tell myself not to cry.

But I'm so shocked beyond words by the pain in my pussy that I don't remember to scream in pain. Tears sting the corners of my eyes.

“Is this your first time?” The woman asked, still smiling down at me. And no, her smile was giving nothing but pain this time.

“Yes,” I answered, breathlessly.

“You will get used to it, especially if you are with Mr. Blackwood”

Mr. Blackwood, that's his name? There was nothing like it on the site, I get that he is trying to play safe by hiding his identity.

“He likes it when his pets are clean down there” Hmm, of course, she knows that I'm a pet.

She slaps my tender pussy with a huge chunk of liquid heaven. I flinch from the slap but relax at the cooling sensation of whatever magical moisturizer she's applying. "Healthier to scream, I always say."

"None of this seems particularly necessary for health," I groan between clenched teeth, though the cream is starting to cool the burning sensation at last.

I'm starting to wonder if half a million dollars is going to be worth all this after all. I mean, what's next? A full-body scrub with sandpaper? Boob implants? Who the hell knows where this will all end... Maybe he will even tell me to walk naked to him.

When the Spa esthetician leaves the room, indicating I can get dressed again, I slide off the table to check myself out in the big mirror placed in the room.

I looked down between my legs, and it did look very neat and tidy. I run a hand between my legs and marvel at the baby-smooth skin. It's still bright red, angry from the wax, but the red is fading already thanks to the miracle lotion she used.

Without thinking so much about it, my fingers drift to my clit, massaging it gently. As they do, as I watch myself in the mirror after being molested by the spa esthetician, all I can think about is the way Mr Blackwood will touch them and compliment me yesterday.

My fingers stroke across my clit in a slow, circular rhythm. My lips part, and I gaze at myself, naked in the changing room mirror, trying to picture what Mr Blackwood sees. My pert breasts and my tight waist. I run my free hand over my hips, up my stomach to circle my nipples. With my other hand, I trace the lips of my pussy, feeling a drop of moisture there as I start to breathe faster.

I imagine him standing behind me, watching me touch myself. His hard eyes were on my bare pussy. I picture him wrapping his arms around me from behind and stroking me, teasing me with his fingers. I close my eyes and my hand becomes his, toying with my clit, so close to touching the hard little sensitive spot at the tip, but never quite getting there. Dragging this out as long as he wants.

Pretty soon I'm sagging against the mirror, heart pounding as I finger myself harder, faster. My clit feels so sensitive, my pussy tight and wet with desire, every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation as I race toward a climax . . .

Just then, I saw the door open and immediately put my jeans and top in front of me, to cover up, as if she had just not seen the whole of me, But then the shame of her seeing what I had been doing got the better of me.

“Oh sorry, I didn't know you were. . .uuhum. . . Never mind.” She stopped, then passed two big boxes to me “You are supposed to wear these when you meet him today. When you are done, meet me at the Salon for your hair and makeup”

I nodded my head in reply, I could not bring myself to say anything. I rushed to put the boxes on the table and open them to check what was inside. I unfold a gorgeous black silk gown from within a fluff of gold tissue paper. It's floor-length, with a slit up one side, tasteful yet just revealing enough to tantalize. The neckline is similar, dipping low enough that it would show only a hint of cleavage if I had much to display. It's a very sleek, modern style, the kind of gown you see on the red carpets of a Holywood award show. Definitely not the kind of gown you wear to a paid hookup, I think.

The second box was heavier and when I finally looked into it, it contained black stiletto heels that screamed money, It was not so high, I would have wondered how I would walk in it. But these pairs look comfortable. I wonder if he buys designer clothes and shoes for all his pets.

But that was not all, in the box that contained the dress was another soft container, I opened it to see red lingerie. Oh, I'm supposed to wear what he wants even down to my underwear! Great! I wanted to be angry but I was the one who told him I was willing to do anything, to learn everything!

It's a thong, if you can even call it that since it looks more like a string of dental floss mated with a patch of lace. And then there's the top, Red just like the panties, lace as well.

it's a full bodice, complete with a bustier designed to give my breasts a solid push. I checked the size tag hesitantly, worried I might have given him the wrong impression that I had a big breast. But no. It's exactly my size. Even the shoes fit perfectly. As if he had taken his time to find out all about me.

I walked to the salon looking powerful and very sexy, never have I felt like this. Never have I had anyone buy anything like this for me. It might not mean a lot to him but this means everything,

“Please sit, we only have a few hours and there is a lot to be done on that hair of yours” The Spa Esthetician pushed me down on the seat before her and in less than two hours she was done.

My phone didn't ring at all during my time there, he didn't even bother to ask if I was still showing up for our meeting. Maybe my builder here has told him everything. I should not get it past her.

"Be careful with his type," she says as I started to exit the Spa. "They'll eat you alive if you let them."

I was not sure what to make of that, but I thought it was better not to ask. It's just one night. And I will be out of his life forever after tonight.

“Thank you” I replied and left the Spa.

A black limousine was waiting outside the Spa, and while I wondered who it was for, A handsome man opened the door and came towards me, but I knew he was not Mr Blackwood

“Miss Collins?” Okay, he found my real name too. What does he not know about me now? I hope he doesn't know about my brother. I don't wish for him to know these things about me.

“Yes”

“Mr Blackwood is expecting you” Of course. Why did I think he would not be in charge of my transportation as he has been in charge of everything else?

As the car started to move towards our destination, I could not help but anticipate in fear and interest on what the night would hold for me.