Hilarious SPA surprise

Chapter 12: The Morning After

The morning light streamed through the curtains, illuminating the carefully organized chaos that had become Mark's life. He stood in front of the mirror, feeling the cold weight of the high heels Lisa had chosen for him. They were elegant and demanding, just like her, and he couldn't shake the sense of dread that accompanied wearing them.

Dressed in a simple shirt and tailored pants, he hesitated, wondering if he should add something more to his outfit. Just as he was contemplating this, Lisa walked into the room, her expression turning from sleepy to fierce in an instant.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, crossing her arms as she surveyed his appearance.

"I'm getting ready for work," Mark replied, trying to sound nonchalant, though his heart raced under her scrutinizing gaze.

"No, you're not," she said, her voice icy. "Not without what we discussed yesterday."

Mark's stomach knotted as he realized what she meant. "But Lisa, I—"

"No 'buts'!" she interrupted, her tone brooking no argument. "You need to be presentable. Get back to the vanity and put on a full face of makeup. Now."

Mark's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he knew resistance was futile. He returned to the vanity, where a myriad of cosmetics lay waiting for him. Lisa stood behind him, watching intently, her presence a constant reminder of the control she wielded over him.

"Start with the foundation," she instructed, her voice steady. "And remember to blend well this time."

As Mark worked on his makeup, he could feel Lisa's eyes on him, scrutinizing every move he made. With each stroke of the brush, he felt more vulnerable and exposed. He focused intently, trying to meet her expectations, but the weight of her gaze made it difficult to concentrate.

"Good. Now the eyeliner. Make it sharp and defined," she commanded. Mark took a deep breath, steadying his hand as he traced the line along his eyelids. Each mistake felt magnified under her watchful eyes, and he could sense her impatience simmering just beneath the surface.

When he finally finished applying the lipstick—a deep shade that contrasted starkly with his nails—Lisa stepped back to inspect her work. She tilted her head, examining him from every angle, and after a moment, she nodded, satisfied.

"Now, that's more like it," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Now you're ready for work."

As Mark walked into the office, the clacking of his heels echoed in the hallway, drawing the attention of his colleagues. Whispers followed him as he made his way to his desk, a mixture of surprise and curiosity coloring their reactions. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he adjusted to the attention.

"Wow, Mark! You look... different," one of the women said, a playful grin spreading across her face.

"Is that a new look for you?" another chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mark forced a smile, but inside he was a whirlwind of anxiety and embarrassment. The women around him exchanged glances, clearly entertained by his appearance. Despite the nervousness twisting in his stomach, he felt a strange thrill at their attention.

Just as he began to settle in, he received a summons to his boss's office. His heart raced at the thought of facing her, but he had no choice. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and stepped inside.

"Ah, Mark," his boss said, her voice smooth and confident. "Come in. I've been hearing quite a lot about you today."

Mark stood awkwardly in front of her desk, trying to maintain his composure as she studied him. "I hope it's good things," he managed, though his voice wavered slightly.

"Let's see about that," she replied, rising from her chair. She walked around the desk, inspecting him closely. "I must say, I approve of this bold new look."

Her words sent a shiver down Mark's spine, and he felt his pulse quicken. Before he could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a firm kiss. It was unexpected, and his mind raced as he tried to process what was happening.

"Keep up the good work, Mark," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye as she pulled away. "I expect to see more of this side of you." With that, she stepped forward, her gaze lingering on him as she pulled him closer. He saw how her eyes sparkled with lust and how her glossy pink lips glistend with her gloss. Then she pulled him forward and pressed her lips firmly on his. He tasted her lipgloss as she stuck her tongue deep inside his mouth.
"I am extremely horny now, Mark", she whispered in his ear. To prove that she guided his hands down under her skirt where Mark felt her dripping wet pussy, without any restriction of underwear. Mark's Boss cleared her desk and spread her legs, where Mark now saw her creamy glistening pussy juice. Before he could say anything she pulled his head into her crotch and forced him to lick her clean. As Mark found out she was quite the woman when it came to pussycream, he really had to lick hard to make sure he got it all. The taste of her creamy pussy was strong in his mouth as she came hard on his tongue, streaming her juice with large amounts into his mouth.

Then she kept his face there for just a moment longer before she returned to her desk, leaving Mark breathless and bewildered. Before Mark she called him back. "Redo your makeup Mark, you look like a mess", she said smiling.

As he walked back to his own desk, he couldn't shake the feeling of being caught in a whirlwind of changes—his life had transformed completely, and he was still trying to find his footing.
The taste of uncertainty lingered, mixing with the remnants of lipstick and the thrill of unexpected encounters, and he realized that this was only the beginning of his new reality.