Sergei expected to work on his birthday, as he did just about every day of the year. Adrian rarely drove himself any more. He preferred being in the back seat of the limo, so that he could work between appointments. Driving in Southern California was very time consuming, and Adrian hated the thought of being stuck in traffic, with nothing productive to do. So, every day Sergei drove him around, while Adrian made phone calls, attended meetings, and closed deals.
On the appointed day, Adrian sent his hair stylist and makeup team over to our home, and they got my wife ready for Sergei's birthday treat. Of course, I was oblivious to what was going on, and thought it was a regular date night. I had been to the pharmacy, and administered the required enema to Sara. Then I retreated to my office, as the team beautified my wife.
The limo pulled in to my driveway exactly on time, at 4pm. I heard the sound of Sara's high heels clicking on the marble floor, and it sounded like she dropped a bag by the front door. Then I heard her heels on the floor again, as she went back into the bedroom. A few moments later she came back to the front door, and let herself out. The limo horn honked, and I scurried into the hallway, to carry her bags to the car. There was just one large holdall today.
Sergei was standing by the rear door, as I brought the holdall to the car. The trunk was closed which was unusual, so I walked to where he was standing. I had no idea that today was his sixth-fifth birthday. Also, no idea that a team of talented makeup artists and a hairstylist, had transformed my wife into Sergei's party favor.
Sergei was dressed very nicely, in some linen slacks and a tailored silk shirt, which was quite a departure from his chauffeur uniform.
I looked at him quizzically, holding up the holdall, and said "Sara's traveling light tonight."
Sergei took the holdall from me, and I took that as my signal to leave. As I walked towards my front door, I looked back briefly, and noticed Sergei hand the holdall to someone in the back seat. He shut the rear door, got into the driver seat, and disappeared down my driveway.
Several hours later the limo came up my driveway. Sara exited the sleek black car and came in the front door. She was wearing a long trench coat, and said a brief hi, before disappearing down the hallway. A few minutes later, she came into our living room in her bathrobe and slippers, having taken a quick shower. She was quite tipsy, but poured herself another glass of wine, and started telling me all about her crazy evening.
Sara told me that it was Sergei's sixty-fifth birthday today, and that Adrian had planned a fun birthday surprise for him. My heart sank immediately, as I surmised that my wife was probably part of his birthday present. As Sara started her story, I slumped in the chair, resigned to hearing the juicy details. This was a double-edged sword for me. I hated not knowing what indignities my wife had suffered, but always regretted finding out, when she finally told me.
Sara told me that she had entered the limo, with a long trench coat draped over her shoulders, for modesty. The makeup team had done a fantastic job, transforming her into her new role, as a schoolgirl.
"Baby, you wouldn't believe how adorable they made me look for Sergei," Sara began excitedly. "They made me look so much younger. They did my makeup in such a way, as to focus on my youth and innocence. Through skillful use of foundation, they were able to make my skin blemish-free. Then by lightly accentuating my eyes, and contouring my cheekbones, they made me look extremely youthful. I looked so cute that Adrian almost had a change of plans and took me for himself. I had to remind him that I was dressed up for Sergei, not him and he got really jealous. You know how he gets, baby. All riled up and wanting what is rightfully his."
"Are you saying that you are rightfully his, Sara?" I asked, trying to get an assessment of where Sara's loyalties lie.
"No, baby," she assured me. "That is just a figure of speech. Anyway, they put a little red blush on my cheeks, to give me a girlish look. My lips were glossed red, and were drawn in expertly with lip liner. My eyes were the highlight of my innocent looking face.
The piercing blue eye lenses looked stunning, against the subtlety of my face makeup. My natural hair has grown over the last few months, and is only a couple of inches shorter than my wig. I honestly looked like a schoolgirl."
I could feel myself getting hard at the thought of my wife being transformed into a birthday gift for a sixty-five year old man. It was just so dirty.
"I have undergone several sessions of lightening the shade of my hair, and it now matches the wig exactly," she continued excitedly. "So the hair stylist dispensed with the wig for this evening, and just added a few inches of length, through the use of platinum blonde hair extensions. They styled my hair into long pigtails, which seemed appropriate for a schoolgirl. They were held in place with two red plaid silk bows. I wish Adrian had allowed you to have a quick look at the photos we took of me, baby. I looked so adorable."
