Breaking Her Own Rules

11

Request from Denny Mason.

I sighed. I was only out with him last night. I put my head up at the mirror and tentatively touched my face, a slight hiss on my teeth.

The welt from Maggie's slap was gone and I had a slight bruise on my cheek. It wasn't as bad as the bruises that were fading on my legs, and a bit of make up will touch that right up.

I accepted the request and the details came through. 4pm pick up. Function. Casual wear.

I frowned. Casual wear to a function?

I went back to the mirror and looked at the slight pigmentation on my cheek. I'm over my anger now. Maggie had a right to be angry, but violent?

I applied the make up gingerly, slowly covering up the bruise before setting my hair in rollers.

I straightened my fringe and played with it in the mirror. I looked side to side. It isn't that bad, really. Maybe I'm getting use to it. But I'm not going back to that hair dressers again.

Why do hairdressers take of nearly 4 inches in a trim? I only wanted 5cms cut off.

I did up the roller before putting another one in, flicking at my fringe. Argh! This is frustrating!

After I did my hair, I went to my bedroom for something casual.

Jeans? Long skirt? I looked at my legs in my shorts. I still had some bruises and as much fun as Paintball was, I don't think I want to do it again anytime soon. But it's not like I have any other clients. I've only got Denny now and I am still a bit peeved about that. But there is nothing I can do about it. I'll have a talk to Dean, see if he can get me another.

Once I was ready and at the manor, I went to Dean's office.

"Hey baby!" Dean smiled as I came in. I smiled at him as I went to the lockers, placing my leg on the stool.

My high slit pleated long skirt broke away, revealing a leg. I placed a little handgun in the garter and fixed my skirt up before facing Dean.

My plain white shirt stopped just an inch before my skirt, revealing a little bit of skin, as my white skirt covered my legs.

"Love the skirt." Dean said as he got up.

I looked down and smiled. The bright red roses and green leaves covered the bottom of the skirt and exposed my wedges.

I felt Dean's hand on my face as he pulled it up to have a look at my cheek.

"Was there any damage?" He asked. My face is pale, so damage is very visible, even the smallest mark.

"Yeah. It's covered." I told him. "What the hell was her problem?"

"Because you have Denny Mason. Don't worry about it, doll. She got the same treatment when someone else had him before he requested Maggie."

I frowned and I felt my stomach twist up. "So I'll be the next in line to smack someone about when he gets bored of me?"

Dean just smiled, a sad one.

"Dean," I started. "I only have him as a client. I need more clients. Even just one more."

"Mr Mason requested exclusively for you."

I groaned as I sat down, my bag had a chain that slipped off my shoulder. "So?"

"So, he wants only you."

"But why can't I have more clients?"

"Because he..." Denny stopped and frowned. "I'll see what I can do."