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"Oh," I say in surprise, then remember my manners. "Nice to meet you."
"I'm your hair girl," Diana states.
"Makeup!" Nira adds.
"They know everything there is to know about the club," Riggs adds.
Part of me feels relieved, and the other part not so much. Both women have a confidence about them, and I wonder if they've gotten Riggs's other subs ready in the past.
Did they help Aria?
I can't dwell on it long. Before I know it, I'm in Riggs's bedroom suite, along with several large black cases.
"Do you have bleach in there?" I ask Diana.
"Sure."
"Can you turn me back to my normal blonde?" I ask, no longer debating about my hair color. Since Aria showed up with locks the same as mine, I've been dying to switch back.
"Umm..." Diana glances at Nira.
Nira smiles. "Why don't we go talk to Riggs first?"
I refrain from rolling my eyes. Of course they'd seek his permission. I insist, "It's fine. I already asked him, and he said I could turn my hair any color I wanted."
They exchange more uncomfortable glances.
"Look, I'm his sub. So it's my fate on the chopping block. I can assure you he's okay with it. Besides, I wouldn't want to get punished, right?" I add.
A tiny laugh comes out of Diana. "You're right."
"Unless you like punishments?" Nira asks.
I shake my head and smile. "Nope. Now, can you turn me blonde?"
Diana relaxes. "Okay."
It takes hours to change my hair color, then style it. Diana tells me that Riggs already instructed her on what he wants done. She puts half my hair up and leaves the rest down in long curls.
Nira creates smokey eyes and adds a silver shadow to my lids. Then she applies a matte red lip stain to my mouth.
A short, black slip dress is on Riggs's bed when I step out of the bathroom. It reminds me of something a woman would wear to bed, not go out in. A pair of black stilettos, with diamonds encrusting the heels, sits next to the dress. They're taller than what I'm used to wearing.
I tell the girls, "I think he forgot my bra and underwear."
Diana's lips twitch.
Nira bites on her smile.
"What am I missing?" I ask in confusion.
"There's no bra and underwear. He just wants you in the dress and shoes," Diana states.
My stomach flips. I've worn less to Cheeks, but something about not having anything underneath the silk material makes me nervous. It's barely going to cover my ass.
Nira unzips the dress, ordering, "Take off your robe."
I hesitate.
