"Baby!" She called out to him softly from the dresser as he stepped into the room after his shower. His body was nothing spectacular. Yes, he had that lean build she liked, but his lower abs were buried under a small pouch of a belly. His arms showed tone, but only when he moved them and they flexed. It was a good starting point, and he'd get better with time. She'd make him better with time.
He turned toward her just as he finished tucking the corner of the towel into his waist. She was in front of the mirror, in her maroon pencil skirt, and a black top to go with it. She had just finished putting some eyeliner on. Putting it down, she went for her lipstick. He walked to her.
Uncapping the lipstick, she looked at him in the mirror. Her expression was that of content smile.
"Leave the towel somewhere, and come back? On your fours this time.." She turned back to the lipstick in her hand.
He went back into the bathroom and hung the towel off a hook, next to hers. Meanwhile, she twisted the bottom of the lipstick slowly, and the lipstick began to slide out of the container. Soon, he returned without the towel. She unwound the whole thing and the lipstick was ready to use. She looked up at her face in the mirror and leaned in to apply the lipstick. Before she began, her foot rose up behind her, in front of his face.
"Kiss it.." She said, and began to apply her lipstick. He pecked softly on the ball of her foot. It smelled way better than before, and it looked cleaner than ever. He missed the stink a little though, in a way.. as if this was not bad enough. As soon as he leaned back from the first kiss, she put her foot down and showed him the other one, going back to applying her lipstick. He kissed the other foot too - the same way as the first one. The foot dropped back into its place. She stayed silent and went on to finish putting on her lipstick.
When she was done, she pursed her lips together gently to even out the coat of lipstick on them and then leaned back from the mirror, looking at herself. She smirked a little, still able to feel the spots where he had just kissed her. He was a beautiful toy. Twisting the lipstick back inside, she took one last look at herself in the mirror. She put the lipstick down and ran her hands down the length of her hair to brush out the loose strands. Finally, she squinted and unsquinted her eyes, and then turned back around to find him still kneeling there. As she was perfecting her own look, she had almost forgotten about him being there. But there he was. And his duties for the day needed to be told to him.
M walked toward her shoe closet and pulled out a drawer. Ten pairs of formal heels presented themselves. Meanwhile, he waited on his knees by the dresser.
"Alright. Now that we have the basics figured out, we need to do one last thing before this deal is finalised." She picked up a pair of black heels and walked over to the edge of the bed.
"Come here..." She said as she sat down and set the heels on the floor before her. When he was a few feet from her, she gestured to him to stop and looked at him as she began to wear the first heel.
"You need to resign from your job. Write your resignation letter, have any conversations you want with your boss and your team. I'll get your new offer letter ready and sent to you in less than an hour. If your company wants a buyout, that will be taken care of. But I want you to finish all the paperwork today, and be free from your old job by the end of the day. I want to have you, legally, from tomorrow. Yes?"
It was getting real. His heart raced in his chest as she told him what was going to happen. He could feel himself sliding deeper into the hole for her, but he was already too far down. He nodded in agreement.
"Yes, M.."
She smiled.
