Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2009 21:57:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Mystery Game <a_mystery_game@yahoo.com> Subject: A Trip To London - Part Two Dedicated to Master Scott, Based on our true week together. ----- 2. Warm Welcome Driving through the early morning traffic of London, the two didn't talk. The radio drew on as they drove, the only thing breaking the silence of Scott's car. Every time they stopped at a light, Sarah would try to bury herself further into the car seat as the person beside them took obvious notice of her. Her erection had yet to subside, showing through her leopard print dress perfectly. She couldn't help but brush her hand gently across it as the made their way through the curving streets. Pulling into a parking space on quite busy street, full of pedestrian traffic, Sarah felt odd. This couldn't be where Scott lived, it was all business' row after row. Turning off the engine, he opened the door and stepped out, slamming it after him and walking to the sidewalk. Knowing she had to follow, and not second guessing his wants, she quickly opened her door and teetered on her feels over to him. Already, people were turning to look at the girl who was dressed a little too slaggy for the early hour, and much more at the bulge under her dress. Walking slowly, with Sarah standing closing beside and slightly behind him, Scott led the blushing girl to a salon down the block, having parked far away just to parade her about. With each click of her heels on the pavement, she felt more embarrassed at the turned head, and a few cat calls from passing cars filled with chavs. Entering the salon, a silence momentarily fell as people took in the sight, Scott not deterred and approaching the receptionist to tell them he had an appointment for his friend. After quickly checking her computer, she confirmed the fact and motioned to one of the chairs lined up. A quite ravishing woman, wearing stilettos much shorter than Sarah's awaited, under her drab black uniform coat a quite business like skirt and blouse covering a fine body. It took her a moment to realize the bulge as Sarah sat down, the stocking tops poking out and the bulge becoming more pronounced. She turned to Scott, the warm almost mischievous smile on her face growing. "May I ask," she began with a loving voice, "Why this little boy wanted a full makeover from us?" Scott didn't miss a beat, matching her smile "She wanted to be all made up for the week, gets her all excited." Letting off a curt laugh, she nodded and went over the specifics with Scott off a bit, stealing glances at Sarah that made the bulge in her panties grow. Nodding in agreement, she went to work on Sarah, telling her how lovely she'd look and how all the boys would love her new style. Slowly, she washed and dried Sarah's hair. Then trimmed it, already long from months of not getting it cut for the trip. Some bangs and a wavy form came soon from minutes of trimming and brushing. It was dyed from it's light brown to a deeper, almost black brown and fluffed slightly. Then, the makeup was applied, removing Sarah's hastily applied lipstick for a more defined lipstick. Red like before, not outlined by lip liner. Some blush to outline her cheekbones, and heavy eye shadow and mascara. Fake eyelashes to make her already feminine lashes longer, and a quick plucking of the eye brows. Then, the nail polish came out. And quickly both her toenails and nails were coated and painted in a matching red, extensions put on her fingers to make them half an inch long. As Scott paid, the woman who had performed the drastic transformation inspected Sarah once over. Watching her do so, Sarah couldn't help but blush, her erection straining to break free from her panties and dress. The woman laughed, brushing a hand gently down Sarah's front and over the bulge as she turned to sweep up the cut hair. This pushed Sarah slowly towards the edge, a stain now visible on the dress from her precum as she felt incredibly horny from the situation. Scott motioned for her, walking to the door, and Sarah had to march out of the salon on her own, heels clicking on the tile as people tried to suppress their laughter and disgust at her obvious sexual frustration. Driving from the shops, Scott couldn't help but laugh at her predicament, reminding her how the people looked at her and al the comments he had heard. Burying herself in the seat, she watched her feet and listened to the berating he was giving her. She felt she had almost dyed from the humiliation, but as he turned into a large shopping center, she felt it had just begun.