Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 10

butterfly

At 11:30, just as I was about to walk out the door, the phone rang again.

All that she said was, "Enjoy Von Rhine's."

I had already googled it and had gotten the address to put into my GPS. It wouldn't take more than fifteen minutes to get there, but I didn't want to be late. It was uncanny as to how she seemed to know my every move, my every thought.

After nearly twenty minutes and driving around the block twice looking for parking, I walked into the chic salon. I hoped that my Mistress didn't want me to get my hair cut really short, or styled in some crazy way.

A woman who looked like a runway model was sitting behind a desk at the front door. She had light brown hair pulled back into a bun, flawless skin, and inquisitive brown eyes. When she saw me, she turned up her nose like she smelled dog shit.

"Is there something I can do for you?" she questioned in a voice that clearly told me she really didn't want to do anything for me.

"I have an appointment," I stammered. "Your name?" she asked in disbelief.

My mind raced. What the hell was I supposed to say? My Mistress didn't know my name. Would he have just made the reservation under butterfly?

"Oh, you must be butterfly," a tall, curvy woman said, walking up to me.

I nodded dumbly. I was a professional, independent woman, but here, I felt out of my league.

"My name is Dinah Jane, but everyone calls me Dinah. I'll be taking care of you today."

Like the woman who greeted me, she had flawless skin, honey blonde hair, and brown eyes, but instead of looking harsh and cold, she had a friendly air about her. It was amazing the difference a smile could make.

"Will you please come with me?" I nodded and walked behind her.

"I um, I'm not sure what I'm doing here," I stammered as we walked down the hall.

"Oh, sweetie, don't you worry about a thing. Your Mistress has given us very specific instructions. You won't have to make a single decision."

"You know about my Mistress?" I asked in disbelief. I knew she had made the appointment, but I didn't know she had identified herself as my Mistress.

"Yes, butterfly. Don't be alarmed. We're very discreet here. Now, why don't we get you just the way she would like you?" She pushed open a door to a small room with what looked like a doctor's examination table. "I'll give you a minute to undress. You may put your things on this shelf, and then put on this robe."

It was all going too fast. What did she mean undress? What was going to happen? The confusion must have been evident on my face.

"Your Mistress has many things planned for you today, but she would like me to begin with waxing."

I sighed in relief. Of course; it was a spa. I felt silly for thinking something sexual was about to happen.

"Her instructions are no hair from the waist down."

Her words registered. From the waist down? Did that mean my pussy too? I kept it trimmed, but I'd never had it all gone, and I'd never been waxed.

"Is something wrong?"

Clearly she'd noticed my hesitation. "Um, I've never been waxed. And um, when you said everything from the waist down, did you mean my...um... my..."