She opened the double doors, and I couldn’t help but suck in a deep breath at the beauty of the room, my room. It was absolutely gorgeous. The king size bed was bigger than my whole bedroom in the trailer. I never saw Drew again that night or for the next seven nights. Rebecca explained to me that he had to fly to Africa on business, and he would talk to me when he returned. I hoped he didn’t return, and his plane went down in the African rain forest, and he was eaten by a lion.
Rebecca showed me around, and I gasped again at the bathroom. She told me to get cleaned up and to come back to the kitchen after I was bathed. She explained that she had a few things sent for me but not much, and I would have a fitting the following day for more clothes.
A fitting?
I showered with shower heads hitting every part of my body. I had to admit even though I was scared shitless, wondering what the hell a good looking rich man would want to marry me for, I couldn’t help but be just a little excited. The shower gel scent was outlandish and left my skin feeling soft and smooth.
I put on the pants suit that was left for me on my luxurious bed and it was so pretty and soft, it made me want to do my hair and put on makeup. I didn’t of course. I didn’t have anything to do that with, yet.
I wanted to open every door that I passed as I went to find Rebecca. I passed another younger girl that didn’t speak or look at me. She was carrying a stack of towels, and I assumed she too worked for Drew.
I didn’t sit at the massive table in the dining room.
I sat in the kitchen at the table that was still at least three times bigger than my wobbly table back home. I had the best meal I had ever had in my life. I had heard of shrimp scampi from the magazines that I used to get from the library and always looked at the recipes wishing that I could try some of them.
I actually went to bed with a smile. I had the biggest flat screen TV that you could possibly buy. I stayed up so late watching all of the channels. We had a TV back home, but it was an old console one, and we didn’t have cable. We had an antenna and only got two channels. You had to beat the side of it every so often to make the lines stop rolling up it. I was so comfortable in the massive plush bed with satin designer sheets. I couldn’t believe that I was there. I think it was around two in the morning when I finally turned off the television and dozed off.
I had slept until almost eleven before Rebecca finally came into wake me.
“Mrs. Kelley, it’s time to wake up. You have an appointment at noon,” she said.
I remember thinking that it must have been a dream. I felt so good in the bed, and the silk nightgown felt elegant against my skin. I didn’t want to wake up. I liked the dream.
“Mrs. Kelley,” Rebecca called again, waking me from my dream that wasn’t a dream after all. “You have to get up and get something to eat. You have an appointment soon.”
“Appointment for what?” I asked sleepily. “Where am I going?”
“You have an appointment here to have your hair and nails done, and they are doing your fitting so that you can get more clothes.”
This is not real. This doesn’t happen in real life.
I was going to put on the same pant suit from the night before, but it was gone and a new light pink pants and jacket were in its place. It was the softest material I had touched in my life. I looked at the tag, and it said 100% cashmere. I didn’t want to put on the stockings or the shoes. I loved the feel of the plush carpet under my feet, but I did wear them. I had a feeling bare feet weren’t quite acceptable around there.
I had fruit and coffee for breakfast. I was eighteen and had never tasted coffee in my life. It was divine with just a hint of vanilla.
“What does Drew do, Rebecca?” I asked, curious about his business.
“That is a subject for you and Mr. Kelley,” she replied. I had a feeling that she was pretty loyal to Drew, and I wouldn’t be getting any information from her.
My hair was past my waist. I wasn’t upset at all about cutting it. I had wanted it cut for a long time. I had even tried to cut some of the length off myself, but the only scissors that I could find in the trailer were too dull to cut one strand. I was not as happy about dying it. I liked my brown hair and wasn’t crazy about being a blonde.
“You can cut it, but I will decline the blonde,” I said.
Rebecca bent down to my ear sitting in the chair.
“Mr. Kelley wants your hair lightened. Don’t be difficult, please,” she pleaded.
I let them do my hair. I let them do my nails and a pedicure that felt wonderful. I loved being pampered and couldn’t believe that I had three people sucking up and kissing my ass the way that they were. However when it came to the bikini wax I was having no part of it. My hair was down there for a reason, and nobody was waxing it off, let alone one of these strangers, especially the guy. I threw a fit for ten minutes, refusing to lie on the table.
Rebecca pulled me out to the hall and pointed to three men.
“Mrs. Kelley, I am ordered to have you forcefully held down by those three men if you refuse to cooperate. I don’t want to do that, and it is not in your best interest either. Please just let them do their job. You are done after that, and can do whatever you want.”
“Rebecca, why do I have to do that? I don’t want my vagina waxed.”