Chapter 72 Chapter 72
Chapter 72
Nina’s POV
The bald man—whose name turned out to be Kim K, which made me bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing—didn’t waste time. He snapped his fingers twice. Sharp. Two girls appeared from a side door like they’d been waiting. Both tall. Both in black leggings and crop tops. One with pink hair, the other with a tight braid. They looked me over quick, no smiles, just business.
“Full package,” Kim K said. “Wax. Massage. Nails. Hair. Lashes. Brows. Everything. Make her look expensive. Expensive and dangerous.”
Pink Hair nodded. Grabbed my arm gentle but firm. “This way.”
They led me down a narrow hallway lined with mirrors. Every step echoed. The room at the end was bright. White walls. Big lights. Three massage tables. Wax pots steaming. Bottles of oil lined up like soldiers. Smelled like lavender and hot sugar.
“Strip,” Braid Girl said. No hello. No small talk.
I hesitated. Hands on the zipper of my hoodie.
Kim K leaned in the doorway. Arms crossed. “You want to look like you belong on stage or you want to look like you just rolled out of bed? Clothes off. Now.”
I swallowed. Peeled off the hoodie. Leggings. Bra. Panties. Stood there naked under the bright lights. Skin prickled. Arms crossed over my chest.
They didn’t stare. Didn’t judge out loud. Just moved.
First the wax. Hot. Sticky. Ripped fast. Legs. Bikini line. Underarms. Every pull made me hiss. Tears pricked my eyes but I didn’t cry. Pink Hair worked quick. Braid Girl held my skin taut. “Breathe out when it comes,” she said once. That was the only soft thing she said.
After wax came massage. Oil warm. Hands strong. They worked my shoulders. Back. Thighs. Deep pressure that hurt good. Knots I didn’t know I had loosened. My body went soft. Heavy. Sore in a new way.
Nails next. Bright red. Long. Square tips. They filed. Polished. Dried under UV lights. Fingers looked different already. Not mine.
Hair. They washed it. Bleached the ends lighter. Cut layers. Blew it out big. Waves that fell past my shoulders. Shiny. Expensive.
Lashes. Extensions. Long. Black. They curled my own up first. Then glued the new ones on. One by one. Felt like butterflies landing on my lids.
Brows threaded. Shaped sharp. Makeup next. Foundation. Contour. Smokey eyes. Red lips to match the nails. Glossy. Bold.
By the time they finished I was sore everywhere. Skin raw from wax. Muscles loose from massage. But when they turned me to the full-length mirror I froze.
Different. Completely.
Skin glowed. Curves looked sharper. Waist smaller. Hips rounder. Breasts higher. Face… fierce. Beautiful. Like someone who belonged in magazines or on stages. Not me. But me.
Kim K clapped slow. “Kim K approves. Now. Dresses.”
He pulled racks from a closet. Black. Red. Silver. Tiny things. Strings. Cutouts. He picked three. Threw them at me.
“Try.”
First one black. Lace. Thong built in. Bra that was basically two triangles. I slipped it on. Straps thin. Back open. Heels next. Black. Six inches. Strappy. I wobbled when I stood.
“Walk,” he said.
I took a step. Butt cheeks clenched. Boobs bounced with every move. Felt exposed. Powerful. Weird mix.
He shook his head. “Too safe.”
Next one red. Satin. High cut on the hips. Low plunge between breasts. Barely covered anything. Heels same. I walked again. Felt the satin slide against my skin. Every step made my ass jiggle. Breasts giggled free almost.
Kim K nodded. “Better.”
Last one silver. Metallic. Tiny skirt that barely covered ass. Top was straps crossing over nipples. Nothing else. Heels silver too. I put it on. Looked in mirror.
Slutty. Expensive. Dangerous.
Kim K smiled. First real one. “This. This is it.”
He shoved me toward the door. “Go show Enzo.”
I walked out. Heels clicking loud. Butt cheeks cracking with every step. Breasts bouncing. Felt every eye in the hallway even though no one was there. Heart pounded. Not scared. Excited. Nervous. Alive.
Enzo sat in the main room. Cigar between his fingers. Smoke curling up lazy. Dante gone—doctor probably. Just Enzo. Legs spread. Suit jacket off. Shirt sleeves rolled.
I stepped into view.
He froze. Cigar stopped halfway to his mouth.
Eyes raked me. Slow. From heels up legs. Over hips. Breasts. Face. Back down.
Kim K followed behind me. Hands on hips. “I’m pretty sure you find me more attractive now.”
Enzo chuckled. Low. Broke the ice. Took a slow pull on the cigar. Exhaled smoke toward the ceiling.
Then looked at me again. Really looked.
“You look sexy,” he said. Voice rougher than usual. “Hot.”
I put one hand on my hip. Tried to look confident even though my knees shook a little. “So I’ve been an ugly girl all this while?”
He laughed. Real. Threw his head back. “Nina, you’ve always been a cutey. But seeing you like this…” He trailed off. Took another slow drag. Eyes dark now. Heavy. “…does things to me.”
I glanced down.
He was hard. Thick outline against his pants. Not hiding it. Not even trying.
I gasped. Small. Couldn’t help it.
His eyes met mine. Smoldering.
Cigar smoke curled between us.
The room felt smaller. Hotter.
I stood there. Silver outfit shining under the lights. Heels making my legs look longer. Body on display. And for the first time since they took me, I didn’t feel like prey.
I felt like the hunter.