Brylee followed Larkin out of the building and into the back of a fancy car while one of the men held the door for them, and then they both sat in front.
"Do you know where we're going first?" Brylee asked.
"I'm not sure. Darian gave the guys a list of places and times."
Brylee reached for Larkin's hand. "I'm so glad to be with you today."
"I'm so glad you and Gage got together."
"I still don't know what he sees in me."
Larkin snorted. "You've never have seen what I see. You're beautiful and sweet. He's lucky to have you."
"I'm not so sure about that."
"Ladies, we're at the first store," Miller said as they pulled up. He got out and held the door open for them. "We'll be right out here."
Larkin and Brylee walked into a very classy women's store and looked around in awe.
"How may we help you?" an elegant woman asked.
The girls turned to her.
"My friend here is looking for clothes," Larkin said.
The woman's lip curled as her gaze roamed over Brylee. "I'm not so sure we have her size in the store."
Both girls stiffened.
Brylee turned to Larkin. "Can't we leave?"
Larkin turned and pulled Brylee along and out the door.
"What happened?" Miller asked.
Larkin told him while Brylee got in the back of the car. "What should we do?"
Both men looked furious at the tears in Brylee's eyes.
Miller stepped forward to look at Brylee through the open door. "We have a list. We'll go to the next one."
Larkin nodded and got in.
Miller glanced at Ray. "I'll be right back. Brylee, come with me."
Miller led Brylee into the store.
"Are you the woman who insulted Mr. Marsh and Mr. Stanhope's friend?"
The lady gasped behind them. "You don't mean the Marsh and Stanhope of the Stapelton group?"
"That's exactly who I'm talking about. You just insulted their women."
She gasped with her hand over her mouth, and her eyes widened in horror as she stared at Brylee. "Oh, I'm sorry, miss. I didn't know."
"You shouldn't have to know who they are to be nice to them. You're a regular bitch, and I'm so happy to inform you probably just lost a hundred-thousand-dollar sale today. Good luck. I'm sure no one in the Stapleton group will ever be inside this store again. I'll make sure Mr. Marsh and Mr. Stanhope know what happened."
Miller guided Brylee into the back seat of the car before he got in the front passenger seat and looked back at the girls. He almost growled at the twin looks of sadness on their faces.
"Don't you dare let that woman ruin your day. She's not worth it. She's cold and heartless, and she did us a favor. I wouldn't want to give that woman any money."
Brylee wiped a tear from her cheek. "You're right, sir."
Miller smiled. "I'm always right. Just ask Ray."
Ray snorted, making both girls laugh.
Miller made Ray drive around while he texted Darian and told him the situation. Darian told him he'd call the next few places and make sure they treated them right but not to mention it to the girls what he was doing.
"Let's go find the next one," Miller said when he put his phone away.
Both girls were extremely nervous when Miller opened the door to the next shop. Right away, a woman came to them and smiled.
"What can I help you ladies with today?"
Larkin cleared her throat. "My friend here needs a new wardrobe."
The woman smiled widely. "I love doing things like this." She held her hand out to Brylee. "Come along, you two, and let's get to work."
Within two hours, Brylee had all the underwear she needed. Shirts, pants, jeans, skirts, and a few dresses. The only thing the store didn't have was shoes, but they planned to go to the next shop for that.
Miller and Ray grabbed all the bags and put them in the huge trunk of the car while the girls hugged the saleslady goodbye.
They made it to two more stores before Brylee begged to stop.
The men took them to the restaurant Darian had made reservations at. They tried to get the guys to sit down with them, but they both told them their guys wouldn't like it, and they were going to sit off to the side so they could watch them. Miller and Ray had to intervene three times when men tried to talk to the girls.
After the meal, the guards got the girls back into the car and headed to the spa, where they would spend the rest of the day.
Ray opened the building's door for the girls.
Brylee was enthralled with the beautiful building.
"You must be Brylee and Larkin," a woman said with a smile as she came their way.
"Yes," Larkin said.
"Come this way." She led them to two small rooms. "Take off your clothes and put on the robes. When you're done, come out to the hallway, and I'll be waiting."
Brylee looked nervously at Larkin. "Why do we have to get naked?" she whispered.
"Gage didn't tell you what was happening today?"
"No. I don't think he knew. Darian is the one who set it up."
Larkin grinned. "Go with the flow. Most of it you'll enjoy."
"Most of it?" Brylee asked in dismay.
"Yes. But I guarantee Gage will love all of it."
Brylee relaxed. She would do whatever to make him happy.
First came the mud dip. The girls were set in a tub full of mud for thirty minutes with seaweed wrapped around their faces.
"If I knew we were going to play in the mud, we could have just gone out to the country," Brylee joked through a hole in the mask over her face.
The girls were washed off thoroughly and relaxed for a bit with a glass of champagne, and then they were put on a massage table. They were worked over from head to toe. By the time the masseuse was finished with her, Brylee felt like a noodle.
Next, they were taken to separate rooms.
The woman closed the door. "Go ahead and get the robe off and lie on the table."
"What for?" Brylee asked.
"We're going to sugar you."
"What's that?"
The girl grinned. "You don't know what's going on?"
Brylee shook her head.
"Sugaring is like waxing, but it's better for your skin."
"You're going to wax my legs?"
"Honey, we're waxing everything."
Brylee's mouth dropped open. "Even—" She squeaked and pointed down to her pussy.
"Yup. But I have a spray I'll put on that deadens the area so you won't feel so much pain. The first time is always the worst, but I swear the spray will help. With the mud bath, champagne, and massage, that will help too because it softened your skin and relaxed you."
Brylee reluctantly slid off the robe and climbed up on the table.
"Lie back. I promise it's not horrible. It will sting for a bit, but I guarantee your man will love it."
Brylee relaxed.
"Let's get you sprayed, so it has time to work, and I'll start on your underarms."
Brylee flinched when the woman told her to spread her legs and then put some cold spray on her genitals.
The woman had Brylee raise her arms over her head so she could get to her underarms. "You don't have much here because you shaved, so it won't take long."
Five minutes later, she said, "See, that wasn't so bad."
Brylee agreed.
"Spread your legs, hun. I promise it will be done quickly. You already have your hair trimmed."
Brylee felt something warm being smoothed over her pubic area. Then she heard a rip, and a streak of pain made her scream out. "Oh, my God."
"The first one's always the worst," the technician said.
Brylee balled her hands into fists as the next strip of hair was ripped from her skin.
The technician handed Brylee some tissues. "I'm sorry, hun. I promise the first time is the worst. It's just about over."
Brylee turned bright red when the lady separated her labia to get the hair on the inside curve of her lips, and then it got worse
when she made Brylee hold her legs up so she could get around her anus.
By the time the girl was done, there wasn't a hair left.
"Let's get your legs done. After what you just went through, this is a piece of cake."
Brylee relaxed a bit when she realized her legs didn't hurt very much at all. It even relaxed her when the lady smoothed something into her skin everywhere that would help with any itching or rash.
"You're all done, hun."
Brylee sat up and let the lady help her into the robe. She was then led to another part of the spa.
Chapter Fifteen
"Take good care of her, Candy."
The hairstylist looked sympathetic. "Your first time?"
Brylee nodded.
"You got the worst one done, sweetheart."
"That's what she told me," Brylee told her.
The stylist slipped her arm through Brylee's. "You're done with the pain. We're just going to wash, condition your hair, and maybe trim it and style it if you want."
"I'd like that. I haven't had it cut in years."
"Well, this is a treat for me. I love getting my hands on hair like yours. You'll love it when I get done."
"You won't cut it too short?"
The stylist gasped dramatically. "Absolutely not, do I look crazy to you?"
Brylee chuckled. "I don't think so."
The woman patted her arm. "Well, aren't you a sweet one."
While Brylee was in the chair getting a hair cut, Larkin came in with another woman.
She walked directly to Brylee and put a hand on her arm. "I hope you're not mad at me," Larkin told Brylee. "I thought about telling you, but then I knew you'd worry."
"Of course, I forgive you, and you're right. I would have," Brylee confessed.
"Larkin," a woman called from across the room. "I'm ready for you."
Larkin squeezed her hand. "I'll see you soon when we get our pedicures."
Brylee's eyes widened. "There's more?"
Candy chuckled. "Yup. The manicurist will be here in a bit to work on your hands while I do your hair. Then you'll go off to get a pedicure, and while that's drying, you'll have your makeup done. When that's all finished, You'll get dressed, and then you're off to a restaurant where you'll meet your men."
"Why am I exhausted when all I've been is pampered?" Brylee asked her.
Candy looked at her in the mirror. "Because you're not used to it, and so you were probably tense the whole time. Next time will be better."
Brylee was distracted when a lady with a cart walked up and sat down on a stool on rollers.
"Give me your hand, sweetie."
Brylee watched as the woman put it in a bowl and then moved on to the next one. The woman went back and forth."
"Now, you need to pick out a color."
Brylee looked at the board that had all the colors. "Is there a soft pink?"
The lady nodded, held up the bottle to show Brylee, and smiled. "Yes, shell pink would be perfect."
The lady had her nails painted by the time Candy got done with her hair.
Candy caught her attention. "What do you think?"
Brylee took a good look at her hair, and her mouth dropped open. Candy had taken very little off but had layered it enough to give it lift, so it didn't hang in a heavy mass down her back.
"Oh, wow. Candy, I love it."
Candy grinned and clapped. "Good."
"Oh, man, Brylee, you look so pretty," Larkin said as she came up behind them.
Brylee looked in the mirror. "You do, too."
"She styled my hair today. I got it cut last time."
Candy hugged Brylee. "I hope to see you soon."
"Me, too. Thank you for being so nice to me."
"It's easy to do. You're very sweet."
Brylee followed behind Larkin and another woman. They were seated in chairs with their feet in warm water.
"Oh, this feels good," Brylee commented, making Larkin giggle.
As one woman was taking care of their feet, another came out and started working on their makeup.
Before Brylee knew it, they were being ushered into a room and helped to get dressed.
She looked down at herself. "Where did these clothes come from?"
Larkin grinned. "I think Darian had them delivered."
The dress she wore was a deep red that went perfectly with her skin tone. It was fitted around her boobs and waist, but the skirt flared out at the bottom and stopped a few inches above her knees. They helped her slip on short black heels.
Brylee's mouth dropped open when she looked at herself in the mirror. "Is that really me?"
Larkin and the other woman laughed.
"I just can't believe it."
Someone knocked on the door.
"Ladies, your bodyguards are here to take you to the restaurant. Are you ready?"
Larkin and Brylee looked at each other and grinned.
"Yes, we are," they said. They waved to everyone on their way out and was helped into the car.
"You two look amazing," Miller said as they drove off.
Brylee grinned. "Thank you. I feel amazing." For the first time in her life, she felt beautiful. She just hoped Gage would think so, too.
They pulled up outside a fancy restaurant and were helped out of the car. The maître d' immediately came for them.
"If you'll follow me, your gentlemen are waiting for you."