hunks over the Christmas holidays.
Unfortunately the men Sophie had allowed into her bed lately weren’t into paddling her ass. They thought they would hurt her and they made her feel embarrassed for asking them to do the naughty spanks on her. Damn them, didn’t they know that’s what she wanted?
In the past, she’d had the perfect men to do that for her. She hadn’t realized how good she’d had it, until they were out of the picture. Anger rushed her as she remembered they had chosen being transferred to another province over continuing to paddle her ass at the Key Club. They’d probably moved on with their lives anyway, thinking her just another conquest.
Without warning her late foster mother’s words rang in her ears.
If you want something, you will have to go out and fight for it because no one will do it for you .
A burst of boldness chased away her shyness about the dress and Sophie shook her head. Her foster mother had been right. Sophie would have to fight for what she wanted and she wanted to be spanked and double-penetrated.
“I’ll take it,” she stated before she even had a chance to think twice about her decision.
“Why don’t you try it on first?” Jewel asked with a wink.
Sophie glanced at her watch. Darn. This trip to the adult toy shop had taken longer than she’d expected. She was booked with clients through the afternoon. Her one o’clock perm was probably already waiting for her. She was running behind and she always prided herself on punctuality.
“No, I’ll take it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, with all the accessories.” Hopefully, when she saw the dress on herself, she wouldn’t chicken out from going to the Spank-Me Ménage night as she’d done so many times before.
*
“Um, Sophie, I need to interrupt,” Sophie’s new part-time assistant Rachel Davenport’s soft voice speared through Sophie’s concentration and she silently wished Rachel hadn’t interrupted her. The spank dress she’d purchased earlier this afternoon was burning a hole in her shopping
bag and she couldn’t wait to get home and try it on.
Reluctantly she forced herself to stop working on her sales figures and looked up to find Rachel standing in her office doorway. Despite wearing makeup, she always had dark circles beneath her eyes and Sophie knew it was because she worked several jobs in order to pay for full-time private caregiving to her dad who had advanced Alzheimer’s disease.
The dark circles wasn’t what captured her attention at the moment. It was the pretty shade of pink flushing Rachel’s cheeks as she nervously twirled a string of her auburn hair around her finger. Past experience proved that Rachel was self conscious when she did that twirl thing with her hair and she wondered what was going on.
“Yes?” she asked as she put down her pen and gave Rachel her full attention.
“There are two men here who have asked specifically for you to give them each a haircut.”
Sophie glanced at her watch. Closing was in ten minutes and she wanted to get home and into that dress. For a split second she thought about turning away the clients but then her late
foster mother’s words whispered through her mind.
Remain professional at all times . No matter what time of the day or how bad you feel you must do your job if you want to keep your clientele growing and happy . Stacey had taught her everything there was to know about the world of running a beauty salon and being a hairstylist. It had come as a horrific shock two years ago when Stacey had literally dropped dead right here in the shop while working on one of her clients. To Sophie’s surprise, Stacey had willed her the salon and her house. Since then Sophie had made it a point to emulate Stacey and never disappoint a client.
“No problem. I’ll be out in a few minutes.
“And Sophie?” Rachel prodded.
“Yes?”
Rachel gave her a rare smile and waved a hand in front of her face as if to indicate she was
Unfortunately the men Sophie had allowed into her bed lately weren’t into paddling her ass. They thought they would hurt her and they made her feel embarrassed for asking them to do the naughty spanks on her. Damn them, didn’t they know that’s what she wanted?
In the past, she’d had the perfect men to do that for her. She hadn’t realized how good she’d had it, until they were out of the picture. Anger rushed her as she remembered they had chosen being transferred to another province over continuing to paddle her ass at the Key Club. They’d probably moved on with their lives anyway, thinking her just another conquest.
Without warning her late foster mother’s words rang in her ears.
If you want something, you will have to go out and fight for it because no one will do it for you .
A burst of boldness chased away her shyness about the dress and Sophie shook her head. Her foster mother had been right. Sophie would have to fight for what she wanted and she wanted to be spanked and double-penetrated.
“I’ll take it,” she stated before she even had a chance to think twice about her decision.
“Why don’t you try it on first?” Jewel asked with a wink.
Sophie glanced at her watch. Darn. This trip to the adult toy shop had taken longer than she’d expected. She was booked with clients through the afternoon. Her one o’clock perm was probably already waiting for her. She was running behind and she always prided herself on punctuality.
“No, I’ll take it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, with all the accessories.” Hopefully, when she saw the dress on herself, she wouldn’t chicken out from going to the Spank-Me Ménage night as she’d done so many times before.
*
“Um, Sophie, I need to interrupt,” Sophie’s new part-time assistant Rachel Davenport’s soft voice speared through Sophie’s concentration and she silently wished Rachel hadn’t interrupted her. The spank dress she’d purchased earlier this afternoon was burning a hole in her shopping
bag and she couldn’t wait to get home and try it on.
Reluctantly she forced herself to stop working on her sales figures and looked up to find Rachel standing in her office doorway. Despite wearing makeup, she always had dark circles beneath her eyes and Sophie knew it was because she worked several jobs in order to pay for full-time private caregiving to her dad who had advanced Alzheimer’s disease.
The dark circles wasn’t what captured her attention at the moment. It was the pretty shade of pink flushing Rachel’s cheeks as she nervously twirled a string of her auburn hair around her finger. Past experience proved that Rachel was self conscious when she did that twirl thing with her hair and she wondered what was going on.
“Yes?” she asked as she put down her pen and gave Rachel her full attention.
“There are two men here who have asked specifically for you to give them each a haircut.”
Sophie glanced at her watch. Closing was in ten minutes and she wanted to get home and into that dress. For a split second she thought about turning away the clients but then her late
foster mother’s words whispered through her mind.
Remain professional at all times . No matter what time of the day or how bad you feel you must do your job if you want to keep your clientele growing and happy . Stacey had taught her everything there was to know about the world of running a beauty salon and being a hairstylist. It had come as a horrific shock two years ago when Stacey had literally dropped dead right here in the shop while working on one of her clients. To Sophie’s surprise, Stacey had willed her the salon and her house. Since then Sophie had made it a point to emulate Stacey and never disappoint a client.
“No problem. I’ll be out in a few minutes.
“And Sophie?” Rachel prodded.
“Yes?”
Rachel gave her a rare smile and waved a hand in front of her face as if to indicate she was
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