I can feel Felix’s lustful eyes on me as I let the towel drop to the crim-colored carpeted floor. As I pull on my panties, my eyes fall on a bruise on my thigh. I bet I have bruises in other places, too. When I have worn a bra, the bedroom door opens, and I spin around, doing my absolute best to cover my body with my hands.
A woman who looks to be in her forties enters the room.
“Hello.” She bows her head. “I’m here to do your hair and make-up.”
I don’t like other people doing my hair. I always do my hair. And I don’t even know if this woman knows how to style braids. She sits me at the dressing table chair. She places a make-up kit on the table.
An hour later, after my hair and make-up are done, she helps me dress for the night. When she is done, I stand in front of the full-length m
