Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (5 page)

“To scrap everything and start from scratch, ten should do it.
 
Five would work, but it would be thin.
 
Ten would get you set up for every occasion, every season, including accessories.”

“And how much do you charge for your service?”
 
I was still trying to recuperate from the ten thousand dollar price tag she’d just thrown out like it was nothing.
 
True, I had over a hundred in savings, but spending money always scared me.

“Stacy took care of my fee already.”

I stared at her.
 
The silence was beginning to feel awkward, but I had no idea how to proceed.

She reached in her bag and pulled out a card.
 
“Transfer the money into this account and I will go get started.”
 
She slid the card across the desk to me and finally took a seat.

“And if there is money left over?”

“The balance will be refunded to you, of course.
 
May I have a cup of coffee?”

I nodded and paged my assistant, who gave a big eye roll when Shelia instructed her on how to prepare her coffee.

I logged onto my bank account and filled out the transfer form.
 
My mouse was hovering over the submit button when my rude assistant delivered Sheila’s coffee.
 

“Thank you,” she said politely, “and ma’am?”

I looked up from my desk to see my assistant turn around, hand on her hip, annoyed look donning her ugly face.

“Eye rolling and attitude is best reserved for teenage girls who are inept at any mature form of communication.
 
If you were my assistant, I would have fired you already.”

I clicked the button with a smile on my face.

“Do you need my measurements or something?”
 
I asked with too much enthusiasm in my voice.

“Stand.”
 
Sheila stood up and walked around my desk, looking me up and down.
 
“I got it.”
 
She sat her coffee cup on my desk without having taken one sip and grabbed her bag.
 

“Don’t you want your coffee?”

“No, I don’t drink the stuff.
 
That bitch just needed put in her place.
 
Besides, I’m sure she spit in it.”
 
She winked at me.
 
“Now be at your apartment by six o’clock sharp.
 
Waiting makes me bitchy.”

And she was gone.

I looked down at my coffee cup and gulped.
 
There could be spit in my cup.
 
My assistant was constantly making mistakes, excuses for mistakes and she was rude as hell.
 
Truth was I hated her and I had ample cause to fire her.

I’d never fired anyone before.
 
But before Saturday, I had never been to a toy party, saw a naked woman being masturbated, watched porn or used a dildo or vibrator.
 
I paged her.

“Yeah?” she said as she poked her head in the door.

“You may pack your desk and go.
 
Thank you for your service.”
 

Her jaw dropped open.
 
“What?”

“You’re fired.
 
I’m tired of your attitude, your eye-rolling, mistakes and nearly everything about you.
 
You’re overpaid and pretty much worthless.
 
Good luck.”
 
I waved her off and looked back at my screen, shooting an email off to Human Resources informing them of my decision and the basis for it.

When I looked up again, I saw her stomping off with a box of her personal items.
 
It really made me happy.

I was home before six, waiting anxiously for my personal shopper.
 
I hoped that the dent in my savings was worth it.

The suspense had almost driven me crazy when Sheila knocked on my door.
 
She stood with two men on each side of her and more bags and boxes than I had ever seen.

“Put them over there,” she ordered them.
 
They put the items down and she stood at the door as they left and returned loaded down a second time.
 
She reached in her bag handing them both a wad of cash and thanked them as she closed the door behind them.

“Let’s get started , shall we?” Her smile was glorious.
 
This woman obviously loved her job.
 

I just hoped everything she bought was something I would like and that all the items would fit me.

“First, here I have a box of garbage bags.
 
Let’s load up your old clothes.
 
Take off what you’re wearing too.”
 
She shook her finger up and down at me.
 
“I don’t ever want to see that outfit again.”

I wanted to hate her, but I was too excited.
 
“Right here?”

“Yes ma’am.
 
This is what I do.
 
Trust me.
 
I’ve seen a lot of naked people.
 
There’s no need to be shy.

I took a deep breath and kicked off my shoes.
 
I slid my skirt to the floor and shredded the knit top I was wearing.
 
I stood in my old bra and underwear, feeling very self-conscious.
 

She was digging in a large pink plastic bag, not looking at me.
 
“Underwear too.”

I gulped and did as she asked.
 
I stood naked and nervous.

“Oh dear,” she said when she looked back in my direction.
 
She spun around and grabbed her purse off the chair and handed me a card.
 
It was for a salon…to get waxed.

I heard an audible whimper escape my lips.

“Yes, it’s going to hurt like hell, but it’s better than razor burn.
 
Now put these on.”
 
She handed me a matching set of silk underwear and matching bra.
 

I couldn’t put them on fast enough.
 
As she commanded, I took the garbage bags and put every stitch of clothing including shoes and accessories in the bags.
 
If it wouldn’t have been so much work, I would have been freezing in my underwear.

The next three hours were spent trying on outfits, including each pair of shoes and accessories that corresponded with each outfit.
 
I was tired and starving by the time we ended.
 
I had on a cute new pair of pajamas perfect for lounging around the house.
 
Sheila helped me organize my clothes as I put them all away.

Before I could offer to get some takeout, there was a knock at the door.
 
Sheila swiftly made her way to the door, took the bags, paid the delivery boy and shut the door in his face.
 

I rushed over to help with the bags, but was brushed off.
 
Normally, this would have pissed me off, but tonight, I was too spent to care.

“Sit, eat and relax,” she demanded.

“You sure are bossy,” I complained as I sat down at my dining room table.

She poured two glasses of wine, sliding one over to me.
 
“I don’t have time to tiptoe around things, Ms. Kavana.
 
Besides, if you’re as hungry as I am, you just want to shove all this food in your mouth at once.”

“I am starving.
 
Thank you for everything.
 
I can’t believe you got all my sizes right, even down to ring size.”
 
I opened the lid to the foil box in front of me to find a large steak cooked to perfection.
 
Everything tasted wonderful, from the wine to the tiny tart that was sent as a dessert.

“I think I’m going to pass out!”
 
Sheila said, leaning back in her chair.
 
She pulled a tiny stick out of her hair, releasing her bun.
 
Her chocolate brown hair flowed beautifully over her shoulders.
 
She looked less abrasive, more relaxed and friendly.
 

“Me too.
 
This all took me by surprise.
 
At first I was a little put off, but everything Stacy told you about me was true.
 
My wardrobe needed serious help and I’m a terrible shopper.”

Sheila smiled.
 
“If it weren’t for women like you, women like me would be unemployed.
 
But I get to shop, which I love, spend money, which isn’t mine and make women like you happy and free up time so you can do things you enjoy.
 
I generally make $500 per trip, depending on what’s involved, so it all works out well for me.
 
But I only serve a clientele who can afford me.
 
I’ve had to become very good at defining a woman’s size and taste within a few moments.

“How do you know my taste when I haven’t even figured it out yet?”

“Well talking with Stacy about you helped.
 
You want to be less mousy and you’re willing to be daring.
 
I looked at your natural color, skin tone, eye color and such.
 
I know what colors work well for you.
 
It just comes from experience.
 
I bought things for you today that I would never wear, because it wouldn’t look good on me.”

Pondering what she said, I sipped at my wine.
 
All I wanted to do was climb into bed and pass out.

Sheila sprung from her chair, grabbed her purse and retrieved a card, shoving it at me.
 
“One last thing before I go.
 
Can you leave your office around 2 p.m. tomorrow?”

It wouldn’t be easy without an assistant, but I never took time off.
 
“It shouldn’t be a problem.
 
Why?”

“That’s a card for one of my closest friends.
 
She’s a beautician and cosmetologist.
 
She’s going to get your hair and makeup in order.
 
I took the liberty of setting an appointment for you, but the fee is going to be all yours.”

“Thank you.
 
Have a good evening.”
 
Did I really need a head to toe makeover?
 
Stacy thought so.
 
Sheila thought so.
 
I had no idea I was such a wreck.

Sheila nodded and showed herself out.

I was alone, and too tired to do anything else, so I climbed into bed.
 
Thoughts of sex, toys, porn and lingerie ran through my mind, but fatigue took over and I was fast asleep.

The next morning I bounced out of bed as I never had before.
 
I woke before the alarm and hurried to the coffee pot.
 
Instead of sleepily waiting to be able to pour a cup, I showered while it brewed.

Showered with coffee in hand, I stared at my closet in amazement.
 
It was all mine.
 
I grabbed a sexy suit Sheila had picked out for me.
 
A form fitting black skirt that had a white frilly top and black corset looking thing with shoulder straps was what I couldn’t wait to wear.
 
I pulled out a matching panty and bra set, hose and high heeled shoes.
 
As soon as I was dressed, I spent longer in the bathroom than usual, adding volume to my hair and putting on a little more makeup than I had in the past.
  
Anything more than mascara was more than I usually wore.

I almost didn’t recognize myself in the mirror.
 
Satisfied with my look, and eager to share it with the world, I gathered my things.
 
I sent a quick text to Stacy thanking her for everything and inviting her for a post work drink.