Saving Leslie
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Saving Leslie Pt. 06 free porn video
Another new chapter. This is a little lighter than the previous ones. As Senior819 pointed out, Leslie needs a friend to rely on. Someone to keep her grounded. Maybe she has that friend, maybe she’ll find them. From personal experience, I was that friend. I can go into greater detail on this if desired, however: This story is a mismatch of my memory, my ideas, and some more reality. Everyone is over 18, etc. Comments and feedback are of course welcome.
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‘More?’
‘Please.’ Leslie responded, holding out bowl.
‘I’ve said before that I never met a chocolate I didn’t like. It seems that you are much the same way.’ Gen smirked as she dished out more of double chocolate ice cream into Leslie’s bowl.
‘She’ll put away as much as you give her. Look at her face.’ Shawnie commented. Already Leslie had her spoon deep into the scoop of ice cream. Leslie only made a murmur as a response.
It had been nearly a week since she entered this place completely unconscious. In that week she’d been yelled at, thrown into a pool, screamed, yelled, cried, and have been generally combative. Yet, it seemed slowly she was getting better. As a reward for her progress Gen brought in a couple cartons of ice cream. Now the three girls sat in Leslie’s room, sort of a girls night.
‘Okay, so when was it Leslie?’ Gen asked. ‘You’ve dodged the question for a few days now.’
Leslie blushed, the question of course was her first time. She’d been avoiding this discussion for the last few days, but now it seems Gen had buttered her up into talking about it. ‘You first.’
‘Fine, if it’ll make you feel better.’ Gen replied. ‘It was my senior prom. I had a bad week, a very bad week before. I wasn’t going to go at all, even though I spent all my money on my dress. I used to waitress at a Denny’s. No glamor, but it got what I wanted. I paid a lot for that dress.’
‘You said that already.’
‘It was a nice dress! Anyway, a friend of my brother came home. I think Charles had a crush on me. He heard about my week and arranged everything. He swept me off my feet, a room at the Hilton in the city. It was romantic, it was special.’ Gen looked off into the distance as she reminisced.
‘What then?’
‘You want more?’ Leslie and Shawnie both nodded. ‘I had a good night, I’ll spare most details, but it was wonderful. Lite FM playing as we made love by candlelight ‘
‘Oh that’s so romantic.’ Shawnie responded. ‘Mine wasn’t nearly so good.’
‘Well spit it out.’ Gen and Leslie both demanded.
‘My husband was a regular of mine. I had dropped out of school to help my family. Daddy got hurt working the towers. Everyday Bobby showed up at my McDonald’s, ordering the same thing. Asking me out every time.’
‘What sold you?’ Leslie asked as she put down her bowl, a ring of chocolate encircling her mouth.
‘One day he brought his kid sister in. Sweetest little girl in the world. When I saw how he treated her, I was sold. 3 dates later we did it in my room. Tupac hiding our yells of passion. 6 months later there was a ring.’
The girls laughed at it, Leslie had to laugh too, she felt a connection of sorts that she had been missing. Was this what girls did? She was so busy she never had a reference. ‘So you regret that?’
‘How it was done? I wouldn’t have it any other way.’ Shawnie smiled as she looked at the rings on her finger
‘Alright, quit stalling Leslie, when was it?’
Leslie grimaced, as this was a closely guarded secret. ‘Okay, Ok. I was on the set of…I don’t remember what movie.. some high school trash. Anyway, my co star was Rob Harriman. Every time I looked at him I just felt desire. That intense hunger. One day I finally had enough.’
‘Wait wait wait. You’re telling me, that Rob Harriman was your first?’
Leslie nodded, ‘I threw him into a set closet and threw myself at him.’
‘You picked him over Rob Fields? He was the better looking one.’ Gen twinged, a slight hint of jealousy in her voice.
‘He came later. So yep, a broom closet on a movie set.’ Leslie nodded to herself. ‘No way special or memorable.’
‘I’m sorry Leslie.’ Gen stifled a laugh, ‘it just seems so weird, i mean one of the Robs ‘
‘You fan-girled them?’
‘I had their poster in my room….how was he?’
‘Overrated. Like everything else he did. Don’t worry, Fields was better.’ A little. She thought to herself.
‘Thank god for that.’ Gen checked her watch. ‘It’s best you get to bed Leslie, seems like tomorrow is going to be a busy day for you.’
Shawnie collected the bowls and made her way out of the room. ‘Sleep well Ms. Ryan.’
‘Thanks Shawnee.’ Leslie watched as Gen picked up the ice cream. ‘Gen can I ask you something?’
‘Of course.’
‘You said it was a romantic time, what happened after?’
Gen went completely still, refusing to turn and face her. ‘We wanted to continue but, 2 days later his unit was called back to Iraq.’ She sniffed as if she was fighting tears. ‘Goodnight Leslie.’
The door shut and with it, the fun spirit of the night left. Shit. Leslie sat in silence for a long time before going to the bathroom. Coming back out a few minutes later, she climbed into bed. What would that be like? She found love and then it left her. For good? Leslie thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
***
‘So what is this?’ Leslie asked as Lee lead her outside. He signed her out without any problems. Something that surprised her.
‘This is a car. Hop in.’ Leslie sighed but complied with his request, snapping herself into her seat as he climbed in. Almost immediately he took off. Lee said little as they drove, instead he hummed lightly to the local alternative station.
The car ride seemed to go on for a good while, so much so that Leslie lost track of where they are.
***
‘Where are we?’ Leslie asked. Outside she saw a fancy looking building, but right next door was a tattoo parlor. Surely he wasn’t thinking she needed a tattoo.
‘A special place.’ Lee responded, killing the engine. ‘Let’s go.’
Leslie followed as he led her forward towards the fancy building. A simple red door seemed the only highlight. What the hell is this place? Her answer was short in coming as they went inside. It was a salon and spa. A high end one at that. Just inside the foyer a bubbly blonde sat behind a reception desk.
‘Hello, I think we’ve been expecting you.’ The blonde looked over at Leslie. Suddenly she felt like she was being evaluated like a hog. It was par for the course so far. ‘Sarah will be down in a moment.’
Leslie backed up a little. ‘Umm, can I have a word?’
‘Of course.’ The pair scooted away slightly.
‘What is this?’
‘It’s a spa day of course. We’re getting you back together, not just mentally, but also physically. That includes improving the outer self.’
Leslie was dumbfounded. ‘but…I’m…..I…..why?’
‘Because you’re worth it.’
Leslie looked at him blankly. No one has ever said that to me. At least I don’t think they have and meant it. She studied his eyes and found no deception, no Hollywood fakery. ‘I…thank you? Does Gen know?’
‘She does. She’s a little jealous, as Gen doesn’t get time for spa days.’
‘This must be Leslie.’ A perky woman had appeared near them.
‘Umm hi.’
‘Hey Sarah.’ Lee responded. ‘Yes, this is Leslie. She needs the works.’
‘Excellent.’ Sarah rubbed her hands together like she was a super villain. ‘Do you have an idea?’
‘Here.’ He pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to her. She peaked in, then came back smiling.
‘I think this is all doable.’ Leslie tried to peek, but Sarah snatched the envelope away. ‘Nope. It’ll be a surprise.’
Leslie slouched, she was not into all these surprises. ‘Fine. Can we just get started then?’
‘Of cou
rse, I’ll have to get some things setup, so Armando will take care of you first. Come with me.’
Leslie followed Sarah, slightly worried but also admiring her. She had long wavy auburn hair, her entire body encased in tight black yoga pants and a shirt with a deep v. As they walked along, Sarah said little, instead leading her through a myriad of hallways until she arrived at a plain wooden door. ‘Armando will take care of you, then we’ll work on the rest of you.’
Sarah knocked and the door swung open. ‘Come in.’ The voice was decidedly masculine.
Leslie walked inside, only to be greeted by a hunk of a man. ‘Hello, I am Armando.’
‘Um. Hi.’ Her eyes worked him up and down several times.
‘Please, remove your garments and get on the table. Cover yourself up with the sheet. I’ll be outside.’ He left as Leslie started to work herself out of her clothes. His voice was commanding. Deep and resonate, it filled her body with desire and made her loins tingle. Her clothing quickly tossed aside, she slid onto the table between the sheets.
There was a knock on the door. ‘Are you ready Ms. Ryan.’
‘I’m ready for anything you want to give me.’ She responded, ideally hoping he’d give all she wanted. Hopefully she wouldn’t stain the sheets with her desire.
Suffice to say, the massage was heaven. Leslie was practically gripping the table for dear life as Armando worked his way up and down her body. His strong oiled hands slid across her receptive skin. His touch: electric as he worked out her muscles, replacing dull aches with a pleasant soreness. She was putty in his hands, and these were the hands of a master. Was he as skilled a lover as he was a masseuse? Leslie wanted to know.
Unfortunately, Armando was all business. He erased every knot and spot in her body, replacing it with glowing, glistening skin. Beyond the full body massage, he also did something she never expected. Leslie had gotten massages before, but never had she received a scalp massage. He rubbed her scalp in gentle motions, slowly working every part of her hair. Armando paid particular attention to her small ears. Never did she realize her ears were so sensitive.
Her lips parted, releasing a gasp as he gently tugged on her ears. His fingers sliding along the lobe up to the helix making her body quiver. When he finished with a gentle pull on her neck, she was complete jello. It was almost like her body refused to move after experiencing such a delight. ‘You are done. I shall leave so you can change into the robe.’ Armando exited the room, his departure signaled by a solitary click of the door.
For several moments Leslie did not move. She didn’t want to. Rather she just basked in the experience she just had. Carefully, on wobbling legs, she eased herself off the table. Leslie held tight as she slowly made her way to the chair. Gone were her clothes, instead a pair of black slippers and a black oversized robe were in their place. When did that happen? Leslie never heard anyone enter or leave. Yet in all fairness, she wouldn’t of noticed a bomb going off.
She opened the door to find Sarah waiting for her. ‘Ready for step 2?’
‘Anything like Step 1?’ Leslie asked on rubbery legs.
‘That just prepared you for this Step 2, follow me.’ With that, they were off again. This time up a flight of stairs, ending up in a salon. Sarah lead her through the brightly lit area to a side section. There a single cutting chair sat with an array of people standing about. ‘Here we are.’
Leslie sat down in the chair, taking in all the faces. ‘Are you all here for me?’
They all nodded. ‘This is Taylor your stylist. Brad here is your colorist. Mei will be your nail specialist, and later you’ll meet Carmen, your makeup specialist. Now, we’ve seen what the goal is, now we’ll take you there.’ Sarah clapped her hands and the team divided, each one going to their jobs.
First was Brad. He was likeable enough, the gay man new everything about color and tone. He was not content to just change her color, no this was about her whole look. The way he spoke about color you’d think the world would end if there was a grey hair. Strange, Leslie thought, coming from a bald man. He pulled at her hair, dabbing a brush in, occasionally making small cuts and wrapping her hair up in foil. Leslie doubted there was a part that wasn’t touched.
Brad stepped away while her color set leaving her looking like a paranoid freak with tin foil jutting from her head. As if on cue, Mei showed. The small Korean girl wasted no time going to work on her. This girl was full of praise, everything from Leslie’s previous work to her nail beds. Whatever that meant. Not a single imperfection was missed by her discerning eye.
Just as the clear coat was beginning to set, Brad came back and leaned her over the sink. Foil came out as her hair was washed out. Finally, he sat her back up but kept her away from the mirror.
‘Don’t I get to see?’ She asked, both curious and afraid.
‘Nope, I’m afraid not. Captain’s orders.’ He responded, causing Leslie to sigh.
As soon as he left Taylor appeared. The black haired woman evaluated everything. ‘Mmm Brad has done another wonderful job on you. Now it’s my turn.’ Taylor ran her fingers through Leslie’s hair, slowly pulling up portions and trimming them away. Leslie couldn’t see, but she had to guess there was a mountain of hair on the floor. Still, the scissors kept snipping. Every so often Taylor would murmur or make a comment to herself.
Finally, the scissors went down and a comb went through her hair. A blast of wind hit her hair as a blow dryer hit her. A brush hit and everything was combed out. Overall, this experience was disconcerting for her. Rather, she wanted to see what the heck was being done to her head. After several moments, the dryer went away. Taylor and Brad both came over and walked around her, evaluating the result.
‘I think we’ve done an excellent job here.’
‘As usual.’ The pair fist bumped, causing Leslie to roll her eyes. Am I the only sane one in this state?
As if on cue, Carmen the makeup lady showed up. Her bubbly personality was actually not that bad as she went about her business. The redhead explained everything as she dabbled makeup on her face. Leslie didn’t like makeup, but she knew she probably needed it. All my scars from my life. When Carmen was finished she pulled back and gave Leslie a once over. ‘Another masterpiece.’
‘Can I see it now?’ Leslie whined. The suspense was getting to her.
‘I suppose.’ Sarah responded. Behind her the rest of the team gathered. Sarah put her hands on chair. ‘Welcome Leslie. Welcome the new you!’ Leslie spun around in the chair coming face to face with a mirror. She yelled out in surprise, as she wasn’t sure who the girl in the mirror was. Actually, she knew exactly who it was.
Gone was the boxed blonde hair. Now brunette locks poured off her head,cascading with highlights and ending in slight curls just above her shoulders. To Leslie it looked like they matched her original hair color. The color she started with, the color before she went crazy. She ran a manicured hand through the tresses, admiring their feel.
I don’t think my hair has been this good in years. She thought to herself. Her eyes drifted lower. Carmen had done an excellent job with makeup. When she looked in the mirror she didn’t see the girl that lived off liquor and pill bottles. Rather she saw her old self. The one with the bright brown eyes. The one she now desperately wanted to be.
‘Well?’
‘I love it! This is like how I used to look.’
‘Excellent. That’s the look we were going for.’
‘Wait, is that what Lee gave you?’ Leslie looked back at Sarah.
She nodded, pulling out an envelope. Leslie opened it and pulled out a single photo. Almost immediately she recognized it. One of her last big hits was ‘Bad Girls’ a high school drama/comedy. This photo was from the pre
miere. In it, she had a black top matched with a red knee skirt. An over the shoulder look from her, a hand on her hip. Leslie looked sassy, she looked alive.
Wait, why does he have this? She had little time to consider that before Sarah interrupted her. ‘If you’ll come with me Leslie, we have one last thing for you.’
Leslie eased herself out if the chair and followed Sarah. In the adjoining room, which was actually a changing room, a set of clothes was laid out. Unlike her latest fashions, which consisted of jeans and t-shirt, this was fancy. Leslie equated it to date clothes. Date clothes?! He better not be taking me out! Rather than go with her gut instinct, she tried to ride this out. ‘Wow. What’s all this for?’
‘I’m not sure, Lee says he says something else planned for you.’ Sarah’s response caused Leslie to slouch. Great. ‘Speaking of…’
‘Hey Leslie.’ Lee had come up from where ever he was hiding. ‘You’re looking lovely.’
‘Lee.’ She responded curtly, not sure yet how to take in the entire morning. ‘You arranged all this?’
‘I had some help.’
‘Well, thank you.’ Oh please don’t let him ask me out.
‘You’re welcome, now come on, it’s time to get back to work.’ Lee turned and started to work his way out.
‘Right.’ Leslie responded. She was glad that he was all business, yet there was some slight nagging in her. In her heart, Leslie was slightly disappointed.
***
Leslie was surprisingly content munching on dinner. This day had gone much better than she expected. Even the bland food seemed a little better. That peace was abruptly shattered however.
‘Hello Leslie.’ Immediately she went still. Rob Fields slid into the chair across from her. He wasn’t her first, but he still held a bit of terror in her soul. Rob Fields was the one that started her on drugs.
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