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The Makeup Counter by Peggy Sue
I walked up to the makeup counter. You had been walking slightly behind
me, but now you pushed ahead and turned to face me. You smiled at me
sweetly and then your smile twisted a little. I could tell it made you
a little uncomfortable but then your hand went to your pussy and I knew
you were enjoying yourself too. You brought a lipstick out of your
pocket and examined the name on the bottom. As you opened it, your
smile deepened. I gasped as I saw what it was -- much too bright! You
turned to the mirror on the post near you and painted your own lips
thickly and carefully. Then you turned to kiss me.
No one was watching us, but I couldn't tell if that was good or bad for
you, I was too filled with terror and joy. You kissed me lightly,
smiling with your eyes. I could taste it was Estee Lauder All Day
formula you were wearing. It smeared a little and I knew my lips were
getting redder. You smeared a little more, then turned again to the
mirror. When you turned back to me you kissed me again. Then you
showed me to myself in the mirror. My lips showed a distinct blush, but
no red outline. Then you brought the lipstick to my mouth. Chills went
through my arms and legs, and something moved in my brain. I thought I
would swoon. While I watched in the mirror you deftly but lightly
outlined my lips. A woman passing by stared at us and giggled. You
pressed a little harder. Oh God, there I was. It was obvious. I was
wearing lipstick, right out in the middle of a department store, where
anyone passing by could see, and I was enjoying it. I heard more
giggles. Waves of humiliation went through me. Was it someone I knew
from work? What would they say?
As if you sensed the slight wandering of my attention, you stepped
lightly on my foot, then signalled me to follow you. We walked up to
the Estee Lauder display. One of the women came to meet us. She had
waited on me before, but I didn't know her name. She had been very nice
to me. At first she looked straight at me. Her careful look took in my
painted lips, but her kind, professional expression never wavered. I
thought of what you'd said once, that these cosmetics saleswomen were a
kind of prostitute, and I agreed again. When you began to speak, she
turned to face you. Released from her smile, I started to tremble.
There was a slightly sick taste in my mouth, and the taste and feel of
the paint on my lips. I wished I could freeze this moment in time, but
then I shuddered from the weight of it. Someone passed who knew me, but
she didn't notice. I was sweating a little. I was starting to leave the
room from the emotion.
You showed her the lipstick you were wearing, All Day Parallel Red was
the name, and then you turned clinically to me. "You see, it's too dark
for him," you said, putting it against my mouth and pressing hard this
time, "what he needs is what this looks like when I use it lightly." You
continued to outline my mouth heavily. I knew it was now a very bright
red. My cock began to throb, bringing me back a little. Waves of
emotion went up and down my neck and into my head. My whole back let go
at once, with a popping of vertebrae, but there was a tightness in my
left temple like a vise clamping on. You smiled as you twisted the
lipstick back down -- I was now fully painted. My feelings towards you
wavered back and forth between admiration and terror. I wasn't really
sure what you'd do next.
The saleswoman smiled in acknowledgement. "I see what you mean," she
said, "here, what do you think of this one?" The tester she pulled out
was called Perfect Knowing Red, a lighter red that I already had a tube
of. I started to say so, but a warning look from you silenced me. I
knew that if I spoke and took charge, you would walk away and leave me
desolate, my cock pointing vainly at nothing. I reached down and touched
it reassuringly. You asked if there was a way you could try it on me.
The saleswoman nodded and took out a lipstick brush and handed me a
tissue to wipe off the bright red. Most of it came off easily, because I
had only been wearing it a short time. The saleswoman took the brush to
the tester and offered them to you. She too had your secret smile now,
aware a little of the stakes of this game. "No," you said to her, "you
do it."
Her smile deepened as she turned to face me. Deftly she outlined my
lips with the new color, using the brush. Then she turned to the body
of my lips, painting them thoroughly. "You see," she said, fully in the
game now, "it goes much better with his complexion." It was much less
bright, much better with my face and my clothes, and all three of us
smiled warmly to see it. "Yes," you said, "that's much better, we'll
take one of those. But don't you think he needs some cheek color to go
with it." At this, I'm sure I fainted a little, but I caught my
toppling body on the counter and came back to attention with a jolt.
The two of you started looking at blushers, discussing me clinically as
if I wasn't there. My cock was there, and so were my lips, but I was in
a daze by then, so that when one of you put something on my cheeks with
a brush, I was only half looking. You were nodding your head, I think,
I'm not sure. My glasses came off and I felt something near my eyelids,
mascara, I supposed. I guessed I should be glad, but I was too
overwhelmed. I kept seeing my father's forbidding stare. I wished I
could get into the room because so much I wanted was happening, but it
was happening to me and I couldn't control it, and I was so humiliated
that I wanted all of this so badly I could ache from it that I could
hardly breathe.
You took out some money and paid for the lipstick and the blusher. "Oh,
don't put them in a bag," you said, "he'll wear them." Waves of emotion
were going into my head so fast that I almost swooned again. You took
the new lipstick out of its fancy box and handed it to me, pointing to
the mirror. I opened the new tube and twisted it free. I stepped to the
mirror with the brand new lipstick and painted my lips very carefully.
My eyes were all made up, too, and there was a subtle but distinct blush
on my cheeks. I was wearing more makeup than the saleswoman! Both you
and she applauded quietly as I finished and put the lipstick away. My
heart pounded at me. I was in bliss.
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