The dimly lit, upscale bar was filled with the sound of clinking glasses and low murmurs of conversation. But all of that faded into the background for me as I nervously sipped my drink, my eyes glued to the door.
I knew she would be here soon. The woman who had demanded that I arrive shirtless and headshaved. The woman who was about to see me at my most vulnerable.
And then, she walked in.
She was confident and striking, with short, cropped hair and a fit physique that made my chubby belly seem even more pronounced in comparison. She scanned the room, her gaze landing on me. She smirked, making her way towards me.
"You're late," she said, taking a seat across from me. Her voice was strong and controlling, just like I had imagined.
I looked down at my shirt, feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry," I stammered. "I didn't mean to be."
She raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking down to my belly. "And you're still wearing a shirt. Tsk tsk."
I hesitated for a moment, then began to remove my shirt, revealing my bare chest. She looked at me appraisingly, her expression unreadable.
"And your hair?" she prompted.
I reached up to touch my hair, feeling self-conscious. "What about it?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she muttered, pulling out a pair of clippers from her bag. "Let me help you with that."
Before I could protest, she grabbed my hair, pulling it tight as she began to shave my head. I winced at the rough treatment, but said nothing.
"You know, you really should take better care of yourself," she said, her tone playfully insulting. "You're not getting any younger, and that belly isn't going to shrink itself."
I chuckled nervously, looking down at my belly. "I know, I know. I've been trying."
She finished shaving my head, examining her work. "Not bad," she said, approvingly. "Now, let's see what else we can do to improve your appearance."
She reached out, tracing a finger down my chest, stopping at my belly button. "Hmm, I think I'll start here."
I tensed up, unsure of what she had in mind. But then she leaned in, her breath hot on my ear.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," she whispered, before biting down on my earlobe.
I jumped, surprised by the sudden pain. She laughed, her hand now resting on my thigh.
"Relax," she said, her voice softening. "I promise, you're going to enjoy this."
I looked into her eyes, seeing the confidence and determination there. And I knew that she was right. I was going to enjoy every moment of this.
The chapter ended with the promise of more to come, as she began to unbutton my pants. I took a deep breath, ready for whatever she had in store for me.
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