Tabby blinked. No one in her very pale life had ever promised to turn her into a golden goddess. “Okay, I guess ‘Metamorphosis’ is right. Am I gonna have to… shell out for any of this?”
Adrie gave a sphinx-like smile. “Everything has been paid for, and we’ve been told you can add any number of treatments and services to your package.”
Fuckin’ Toby.Resentment and excitement swirled inside her like fro-yo. “Uh, what other stuff do you do?”
“Needling, threading, eyelash lifts, tints and extensions, nail work and CoolSculpting.”
Tabby was pretty sure CoolSculpting was that thing that fucked up Linda Evangelista, but everything else sounded pretty nice. Not to mention useful. It had been a million years since she’d cleaned up her eyebrows, and she’d never had her lashes tinted.
“We also do waxing,” Adrie declared. “But if you choose this option, we’ll do the scrub first so it doesn’t irritate your skin.”
Tabby looked at her bare feet and saw, yes, the little hairs on her toes had, in fact, regrown, along with all the half-shaved stuff on her legs and underarms and vulva. “Yeah, I could probs do with some waxing.”
In the end, she booked an additional Brazilian, half-leg and underarm wax, lash tint and lift, eyebrow threading, and a pedicure.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like a manicure as well?” Adrie asked. “We have a wonderful sheer rainbow SNS, see?”
She held up her flawless, shimmering nails, and Tabby felt a stab of longing. Once upon a time, she’d had lovely nails, the kind everyone had commented on. She’d done them herself under a little heat lamp while she watched classic WWE matches, getting everything just right. Did she even deserve to have them done now?
Fuck it.
“Sure.”
“Wonderful! Do you have any more questions?”
How much is Toby Tennant spending on this, and how good will I have to suck his dick to make up for it? Because I can’t do that throat-bulging stuff.
“No, I’m cool,” Tabby said. “So, I’ll just get undressed?”
“Perfect. I’ll come back in just a moment and begin our lovely morning together!”
Tabby questioned how lovely it would be for Adrie, but she got nude and climbed onto the bed. It was so clean and comfortable she instantly wanted to sleep. She hadn’t gotten much last night, what with endlessly replaying the way Toby urged his fingers inside her…
Stop it, she told herself.If you get turned on in here, four dudes will definitely appear out of nowhere and fuck you.
Tabby did, in fact, fall asleep during the scrub. Her body was coated in a thick, textured paste that smelled like gingerbread, and she woke up to the massage, Adrie releasing tension she hadn’t known she was holding in her hips, elbows, and shoulders.
“Are you a big gym girl?” Adrie asked as she tried valiantly to release the knots in her neck.
“Tattoo artist,” Tabby mumbled, her tongue hanging out like a happy dog.
“Ah, yes, I can see that you like tattoos. They’re very nice.”
Tabby wondered what the wholesome Adrie really thought of her back peacock and the dolphin on her ass and decided it wasn’t worth thinking about. She bathed alone in the circular spa, texting Sam to make sure everything at the studio was good.
Her sister didn’t answer, probably too busy on the dark web trying to source untraceable poisons. She and Nix were crying on the couch when she got home last night, neither of them having realised she wasn’t there. Tabby had slipped into her bedroom, even more determined to follow through with whatever fucked-up shit Toby had planned. How could anything make her feel worse than she already did?
But that was before Adrie started waxing. She’d been so lazy with hair removal that everything hurt a million times worse than usual, especially the Brazilian, which extracted every follicle from her labia, inside and out.
“We call it the, uh, what do you say? OnlyFans wax,” Adrie laughed, and Tabby tried to chuckle along while hurtling through a void of agony.
“You have some, er, hairs on your toes,” Adrie said politely. “Would you like me to…?”
“Let ’er rip, sister.”
Then Tabby was covered in soothing oils, and the facial followed. ‘Microdermabrasion’ turned out to be ‘getting your face vacuumed with an electric toothbrush’ but afterwards, her face skin was as silky smooth as her labia. Adrie brought in another girl, Yara, to flay the soles of her feet while she cleansed Tabby’s nails of the last of the chipped pink polish and trimmed her ragged cuticles. Twenty rainbow surfboards were glued to her fingers and toes, transforming them from goblin grippers to things she couldn’t stop staring at.
“You have beautiful skin,” Adrie remarked. “You just need more sleep, yes?”
