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The Rock Chick
Chapter 5
YOUR LIFE IS IN DANGER. NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS.
STAY AWAY FROM RAE!
OK - I admit the note had me rattled for a bit. I mean, it's not every
day that someone slips you an anonymous message warning you your life is
in danger. As I walked home from Rae's salon along the busy streets, I
suddenly felt like Jason Bourne on the run from the CIA. Was I being
watched? Or followed? Pretty dumb, right?
Nevertheless I tried to keep my head down, but couldn't help glancing up
every time I sensed someone looking at me. At the traffic lights a beefy
guy in a tight top held eye contact for just a fraction of a second
longer than normal as we passed, and I nearly started running.
But by the time I got home the initial fright had worn off, and I had
already begun rationalising the note away. It was probably just someone
at the salon messing with me. Maybe even Rae herself, although why she'd
try and warn me away from herself I couldn't think. Perhaps she was
testing me?
Besides, I had more immediate things to think about. As soon as the front
door closed, I threw off my clothes and began inspecting Rae's work up-
close in the bathroom mirror. My body was completely - and I mean
COMPLETELY - hairless. My skin was smooth and soft, and I couldn't help
running my hands over my chest, down my legs, exploring between my legs.
It was strange all right but... it felt so good. Aside from my rapidly
hardening cock, my body felt like... well, a woman's! But not just any
woman - a woman who's making an extra effort to seduce her partner... Not
a trace of stubble or razor burn or hair-above-the-knees that they hope
you won't notice. Just pure, sensitive, silky white skin. Even my nipples
were playing the part: they were tight and rock hard, and when I ran my
fingertips over them they tingled in a way I had never experienced
before.
I leaned my face toward the mirror, my hand still on my cock... and
froze. It was one thing to see Rae's handiwork under the salon lights,
but seeing it in my own bathroom mirror was quite another.
The transformation was as dramatic as it was obvious. My eyelashes were
pure, jet black, top and bottom. The top lashes curled up daintily in a
way that I would have found extremely sexy on a girl, and the bottom
lashes framed my eyes perfectly.
And the eyebrows... gone were my unkempt manbrows, and in their place
were neatly plucked, trimmed and defined brows with just a hint of a
feminine arch on them. The whole effect was to make my eyes look wider,
more innocent and yes - definitely more feminine.
My heart began to pound once again. Unlike my nails, I couldn't hide any
of these changes. People would notice. My co-workers would notice! What
would I say if anyone asked about them? I suddenly had a sense of the
humiliation I would feel if anyone questioned me about the treatments or
my appearance. I'd have to admit to it... but then what?
In a panic, I considered trying to scrub the tint off my lashes, or
staying home from work for a few days until my eyebrows grew back in...
but then the weirdest thing began to happen.
I began to enjoy the idea of being humiliated.
What if one of my co-workers pointed out my tinted, curled eyelashes, I
wondered. My smooth, hairless cock grew harder in my hand.
What if one of them made a backhanded comment to someone else about how
feminine and girly I looked with my plucked, sculpted eyebrows? My cock
was leaking precum into my hand now.
What if they suggested they should hold me down and complete the look
with lipstick and, eyeshadow and eyeliner and blusher and foundation...
I came so hard it splattered up my smooth, hairless chest and onto my
chin...
--
The reality, of course, was very different. In the end, I wore a pair of
old Oakleys on my way to the office, only taking them off once I reached
my desk. Then I made sure I was swamped with work all day; I avoided the
break room, fobbed off any co-workers who tried to make chit-chat, and
basically kept everyone as far away from me as possible.
My plan worked perfectly all day, and as 5:30 crept nearer I was starting
to think I could get away without seeing anyone up close at all. I was
just about to shut my computer off and slink away when my phone rang.
"Hey Simon - it's Tim. Can you grab the Marley file and bring it to my
office? I'd like to run the pitch again."
Shit! Shit-shit-shit!
"Uh... I was just about to head home. Could we do it tomorrow?" I could
hear the rising panic in my voice.
"Sorry Simon - has to be now. Cheers buddy!"
He hung up. What could I do? He was my boss. There was no way out of it -
I had to just go in and pray he didn't notice. Reluctantly I gathered my
files and made my way down the hall to Tim's office.
Tim's door was open as always. He was busily typing something, and he
waved me to the seat across his desk without looking up. So far so
good... I pretended to study the files, although I was far too nervous to
actually read anything.
The typing stopped.
"Simon?" I didn't dare look up - I just kept staring at the file. Oh crap
- what would he say?"
"Yeah?" I held my breath.
"Shall we get started?"
And so we did. We talked through the account, planned the pitch and
chatted away just like normal. Don't get me wrong - I was nervous as hell
that he'd notice the changes, or make a joke about my appearance, or
something. But Tim was totally professional as always - charming, funny
and charismatic.
I slowly found myself relaxing, my fears fading. Maybe he didn't notice
the changes, I wondered. Or maybe he did, and just didn't care? Or maybe
he did care, but was just too polite to say anything? A guy could go
round and round in his head wondering these things...
It's not like I wanted him to notice... Did I?
"OK - I think that about wraps it up! Thanks Simon - see you tomorrow."
I gathered my files and got up to go. It was dark outside - I'd lost
track of time, but at least a couple of hours had passed.
"Oh - Simon?"
I was nearly at the door. There was something in his voice.
"Yeah?"
"Who cuts your hair?"
I froze.
"Errr... why do you ask?"
"Well, necessity really. My usual barber closed down a few weeks ago, and
I need a haircut before the pitch next week. Looks like your chap does a
good job, so I thought I'd snag their number. Assuming you recommend him,
of course?"
Relief coursed though me once more.
"Uh... sure. She's a she, actually. Rae. And yeah - she's the best!"
I gave him Rae's details and turned to go once more.
"Thanks Simon!" he said. "I'll be sure to tell her you sent me!"
It wasn't until I was half way home that I realised what a terrible
mistake I had just made. Rae and Tim would definitely start chatting
while she was cutting his hair. They were both chatty, friendly people
after all.
What if she told him about the contract, and my treatments? What if she
decided he was better looking than me and asked him out? He was an
objectively good looking guy, as well as smart, funny, single and the
boss of his own company. What on earth did he have that I didn't?
The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that, by giving
Tim my number, I had not only just ruined my professional life but I'd
also blown my chances with Rae.
If only I'd known!
--
The rest of the week flew by. To start with I kept my co-workers at arms
length as much as I could, but Tim's lack of interest in my appearance at
the meeting had calmed my nerves a bit. Every now and then I thought I
glimpsed someone looking at me strangely, and once I thought I had walked
in on two temps whispering about me in the break room. But I convinced
myself that I was just being paranoid, and as the days passed without
incident I began to let my guard down bit by bit.
By Thursday morning, my thoughts had turned instead to my date with Rae
the following evening. I hadn't heard from her all week, and I still had
no idea what we would be doing or where. I guessed, knowing a little
about Rae, that it would not be a movie-and-meal sort of date, but beyond
that I had no idea what the evening had in store.
I must have checked my phone every 15 minutes, but I still hadn't heard
back from her by the time I left work. Only 24 hours to go - had she
forgotten? I spent the journey home trying to decide whether or not to
text her myself.
Fortunately, less than a minute after I got home, my phone chimed. It was
from Rae!
"Hey Simon - looking forward to tomorrow night. Meet at Gigi's, 6:30pm.
Wear tight trousers!"
Relief mingled with excitement. I had a feeling Friday night was going to
be epic...
--
I'd been at the club for almost half an hour when Rae arrived. It wasn't
that she was late - I'd just been so nervous about being late myself that
I'd gone straight from work, and was already nursing my third beer by the
time she walked through the door, bang on 6:30.
Rae looked even more beautiful than ever. She was wearing a sheer, long-
sleeved top under a loose black t-shirt featuring a long-forgotten band.
I could see her tattoos clearly through the top, the familiar ones on her
arms and breasts competing with a newly uncovered collection for my
attention. A red bra strap hung rakishly over one shoulder.
Her black skirt was so short it barely reached to the top of her torn
fishnet stockings, which seemed to be held up by an old-fashioned
suspender belt. As she walked towards me I caught a flash of red beneath
the skirt. Her legs were long and shapely, and yet more tattoos were
visible through her stockings, though I couldn't make them out. Her calf-
length stiletto books clicked loudly on the floor as she swayed towards
me.
But, as always, it was Rae's hair and face that really captivated me.
She'd changed her hair colour once again, this time to a shimmering
silver with subtle flashes of blue running though it. Unusually, she had
it loosely tied back, revealing her heavily pierced ears; for the first
time I could properly see the elf-like points at the top of each ear. Her
eye makeup was as dark and smoky as ever, her long eyelashes thick with
mascara, and her lips were a deep plum shade.
It was a look that demanded attention, and I could see heads turning in
the bar all around us as she strode casually toward me. I felt a swell of
pride that this beautiful, sexy, strong woman was here to see me; a
feeling that was quickly followed by a rising sense of panic at my own
inadequacy. Who was I kidding - there was no way I could hold onto
someone like Rae for more than five seconds!
But before I could even begin to consider a run for the exit, she was
upon me. Without a word, eyes locked on mine, she pushed my table to one
side and planted herself in my lap, legs astride my own. Her lips pressed
into mine and her warm mouth opened in a long, deep kiss. I could feel
her whole body press into mine, the mingled scent of her perfume, hair
and makeup overwhelming me. Everything else fell away, and at that moment
I knew... I was hers.
I don't know how long the kiss lasted, but do know that I really, really
didn't want it to end. Rae's hands had explored every inch of my hairless
chest beneath my shirt, running again and again over my nipples, each
time sending electric thrill to my cock which was straining towards her
through my tight jeans. I was in heaven!
But, eventually, Rae slowed the pace of her kisses and, cupping my chin
in her both hands, gently pushed my head back. She looked down at me with
those gorgeous, smouldering eyes.
"Hey there, beautiful!" she said. "Are you ready for some fun?"
I blushed - I'd never been called "beautiful" before. But part of me also
determined that I wasn't going to be a total dork. I figured I had one
shot to impress, Rae, and I wasn't about to let myself just become a
gibbering wreck.
"Ready for anything," I replied, as smoothly as I could. "You look
amazing! Can I get you a drink?"
Rae pulled over a second chair and sat back casually opposite me, one
stiletto propped in my lap. Her lips twisted in a teasing smile.
"A drink would be great. But are you sure you want to go to the bar like
that?" She dug the point of her shoe gently into my crotch, and I
suddenly noticed the extremely prominent bulge in my trousers. I sank
back into my chair.
Rae pressed her toe harder and smirked. "I'll have an orange juice
please," she said, flicking her eyebrows toward the bar.
I blushed deeper. "Just... give me a second," I said.
Rae removed her foot and sat up. She leaned towards me, her face suddenly
serious. I leaned forward too, thinking she was about to kiss me again,
but she stopped short and held a finger to my lips with one hand, while
the other reached out and began gently caressing my cock through my
trousers.
"I think we she get a few things clear before we go any further," she
whispered softly. "I don't date very often, but when I do I expect to be
in control. That means, when I ask you to get me a drink, I want you to
get up immediately and go to the bar. I don't care if your cock is
bulging out of your trousers - that's not my problem. Do you understand?"
I was shocked - I had never been spoken to like that by anyone. And
yet... it seemed to make perfect sense. I was used to Rae taking charge
in the salon, and I had come to trust her unquestioningly. In fact, her
assertiveness, combined with the gentle stroking of my cock, seemed to
arouse me even more. I nodded dumbly.
"Good! Off you go to the bar then." She sat back and took out her phone,
her attention suddenly elsewhere.
"Oh - and OJ for you as well. I need you sober."
I stood up and straightened my trousers, hoping to ease my cock to a less
obvious position. A quick glance revealed that I'd just made it worse -
the outline of my cock was plainly visible to anyone who cared to look.
Rae stifled a giggle as I shuffled sideways out of my seat towards the
bar. At least, I thought, my glowing cheeks might distract people from
looking lower down at me.
I made it to the blessed cover of the bar and ordered the drinks. By the
time I returned to our table, my cock had fortunately retreated to a less
prominent size.
I placed the drinks on the table and sat down. Rae put her phone away and
sat up, anticipation written all over her face.
"Would you like a present?"
Shit! Should I have brought her a present? I didn't know there would be
presents!
"Uh... sure. Thanks - you shouldn't have!"
Rae winked and placed a small box on the table. It was about the size of
a couple of paperbacks, wrapped in pink paper and tied with a red ribbon.
"I want you to take this to the bathroom and open it in private. There's
a card inside that will explain what you need to do. You've got five
minutes to do everything it says or the date's off. Got it?"
"Hang on... what? Can't I just open it here...?"
"No. Four minutes fifty. Better hurry!"
What the hell? We were only ten minutes into the date and it was already
getting weird! Nevertheless, I only hesitated for a second more before
checking my watch, grabbing the box and dashing for the toilets.
Safely installed in a cubical, I tore off the ribbon and paper and opened
the box. A card lay in the top. As I lifted it out, I smelled Rae's
perfume on it. Underneath were a pair of dark red, lacy panties, a
squeezy tube, a weird metal paperweight thing and a stretchy rubber ring.
What on earth was I supposed to do with these?
Conscious of Rae's time limit I scanned the card. Then, in shock, I read
it again more closely:
FOLLOW THESE INSTRUCTIONS EXACTLY OR THE DATE IS OVER.
REMOVE YOUR TROUSERS AND THROW OUT YOUR UNDERWEAR - YOU WON'T BE NEEDING
THEM
APPLY THE LUBE TO THE BUTT PLUG AND INSERT IT CAREFULLY IN YOUR ASS
PULL THE COCK RING OVER YOUR COCK AND SLIDE IT TO THE TOP
PUT ON YOUR NEW PANTIES
PUT YOUR TROUSERS ON AND COME BACK TO ME.
TICK TOCK!
I think there was probably about five seconds where I considered jumping
out the window, calling a taxi and running home. It seems strange now,
but back then I had never even seen a butt plug or a cock ring, and I had
never dreamed a woman might want me to wear panties for her, even as a
joke.
But, as my rapidly stiffening cock told me urgently, apparently all this
was exactly what my body had been missing all these years. And I wasn't
about to pass up on the chance to see exactly where this particular
rabbit hole would take me.
I struggled out of my shoes and trousers. The cockring was made of pink
silicone and covered in studs in the inside. I stretched it over the end
of my cock and worked it quickly down toward the base. I had already
started to leak pre-cum by the time it was in place.
I turned my attention to the plug. It was cold and hard and surprisingly
heavy. Although I now know it was one of the smallest plugs you can find,
right then it seemed huge and I had no idea whether I could fit it in my
ass. A quick glance at my watch told me I had two and a half minutes
left. It was now or never.
I quickly squeezed a blob of lube onto the tip of the plug and bent over,
positioning the plug as best I could at the entrance of my asshole. I
whimpered slightly as the cold, slick metal met my warm, hairless skin. I
pushed.
At first nothing happened. Conscious of time slipping away I began to
panic and pushed a bit harder. It hurt a little, but I persevered. Then,
ever so slowly, I felt the plug begin to slide inside my tight hole. The
sensation was extraordinary - uncomfortable and delicious and weird and
thrilling all at the same time. It stretched me wider and wider and then,
just when I thought I could take no more.... It slid inside, and I felt
the jewelled base nestle against my asshole. It felt good!
I had no time to enjoy the new sensation, though. With less than a minute
remaining I pulled the panties up over my thighs, arranging my throbbing,
dripping cock as best I could. I yanked on my trousers, thrust my
underwear into a bin, scooped up the card, the lube, the box and my
shoes, and ran for the door as fast as my new accessories would allow -
which wasn't very fast.
Rae was lounging cooly in her seat as I hobbled over and threw myself
into my seat. The plug jarred inside me, and I instinctively straightened
my back, hoping to relieve the pressure. It helped a little.
Rae checked the time on her phone and smiled. "Five seconds to spare. Not
bad, I guess. Did you do everything on the card?"
I gave her a nervous smile. "I think so."
"Well OK then! I know this all seems a bit extreme right now, but I
figure it's best to get these things out there up front. I really like
you Simon, but I'm looking for a particular kind of man - someone who's
comfortable letting me be in control and who can take instructions well."
She leaned forward and slid her hand down the back of my jeans, teasing
her fingers over the lacy waist band, then lower toward my ass crack. I
shifted in my seat, and a single finger found its way down to the base of
the plug. She pressed gently, and I moaned as I felt the plug shift
inside me. My cock stiffened within the unfamiliar tightness of the
panties. Seeing it start to bulge through my trousers once more, Rae
began gliding her other hand up and down it, tracing its outline from the
tip to the base. As aroused as I was, I looked around nervously, but the
bar was still pretty empty and we were fortunately out of the way enough
to escape notice.
Rae seemed to be enjoying the sensations she was causing me; her eyes
were slightly glassy and she bit her lip sensuously as she pressed the
plug deeper into my ass and stroked my cock more firmly. She leaned
forward until her lips brushed my ear.
"This is how I want you in the salon from now on. Every visit - with a
plug in your tight little arse, a ring around your cock and proper
underwear over the top. Do you understand me?"
I swallowed hard and nodded, concentrating on not being overwhelmed by
all these sensations.
"Good boy. It will make me so hot to know that when I'm cutting your hair
or waxing your chest or plucking your eyebrows, you'll be properly
dressed underneath."
Her fingers lingered over the head of my cock, and I realised that my
precum was started to seep through my jeans. Rae grinned.
"Looks like you like that idea as well. Hoped you would!"
I didn't know what to say. I was astonished at the situation, at my
reaction... at myself. My body was responding to her in ways I wouldn't
have thought possible, and all I could think was that I wanted more!
Rae reached up and gently traced a painted fingertip over my eyebrows,
smoothing the shape she had created. She traced it ever so gently through
my thick, dark lashes she had tinted and permed. She ran her fingers
through my hair, her sharp nails sensuously brushing my scalp. I ached
for her, and when she tightened her grip on the back of my neck and
pulled my lips toward her, I melted. We kissed, long and deep and slow.
When at last we broke apart the whole rhythm of the date changed. Rae was
visibly more relaxed, and the date quickly became far more normal - at
least, what I thought of as normal back then. We drank our drinks and
chatted about our interests and experiences and our love of music.
Rae had dozens of stories about her early experiences on the Australian
Rock scene. She'd run away from home aged 17 and become a roadie for a
local band as they'd toured the country. She'd once nearly driven a tour
bus off the road in the middle of the outback because she'd been giving a
bassist a blow job and he came so hard he'd practically knocked her out.
Her first night in the UK she'd gone to a gig and hooked up with the lead
singer of a band which was small-time then, but which was now selling out
international stadiums. And those were just for starters!
Rae had been everywhere and met everyone and had met at a dozen famous
rock stars. Next to her my own stories of travel in Africa and university
parties in Newcastle felt tame and quaint. But Rae listened attentively,
laughed at my jokes, sympathised with my most embarrassing moments, and
generally made me feel at ease. By the time we ordered some food, I'd
almost forgotten about the panties and cock ring, and my ass was slowly
adjusting to the discomfort of the plug.
A band was setting up on the stage, and the bar was steadily filling up
with fans dressed and ready for the gig. I noticed with pride how many
heads - male and female - turned when Rae walked to the bar; there were
admiring glances at her tattoos, her hair, her clothes, her piercings and
her ears. In a room full of people desperate to prove their unique style
and individuality, she was the only one who stood out.
The band was great - mixing Indie sounds with some classic rockabilly
riffs, they had the crowd dancing in no time. Normally at gigs I'd sit at
the side and just listen, but Rae had me on my feet by the third song,
and together we danced and cheered and sweated right at the heart of the
dance floor.
As I moved, the plug shifted inside me; at first it was uncomfortable,
but gradually I came to enjoy the sensation of fullness and pressure. The
panties helped too; the sensation of the flimsy material on my cock and
hairless thighs was a constant stimulant that kept me semi-erect
throughout the night.
Rae's dancing was fluid and unselfconscious and sensual. She took every
opportunity to tease me, reaching her fingertips into my waistband to
touch the panties, pressing her navel against my crotch, grabbing my ass
and tracing the base of the plug through my jeans.
Gradually, a sort of euphoria took me over. Between the pounding music
and Rae's constant contact and the overload of sensations on my body, my
mind slipped into a blissful trance. We danced, we touched, we kissed and
we danced some more.
Suddenly I became aware of a blast of cold air on my face. I looked
around; we were walking hand-in-hand along an unlit street in an
unfamiliar part of town. Frowning, I struggled to remember how we'd got
there. There was the dancing... then Rae had taken my hand... and then
nothing until right now.
"Here we are," said Rae. I looked up.
We were standing outside a long, low, concrete building that looked a bit
like an old factory. In the near perfect dark, it had a creepy, abandoned
feel to it.
Suddenly, the words of the note shot through my mind. "YOUR LIFE IS IN
DANGER. STAY AWAY FROM RAE."
Where the fuck was I? I was with a woman I hardly knew, in the middle of
the night standing outside a building that could easily have been used as
a set in a horror movie. What the fuck were we doing there?
As if in answer, a red neon sign suddenly buzzed noisily to life above
our heads. It flickered, then settled. I read the words, desperately
hoping they would give me some clue as to why we were there.
In curling, stylised script it simply said, "Katy's Place."
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