Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 20

"I... I'm nervous Maggie," the young man admitted.

"Your dad is going to help. You'll do fine. See you boys in a few hours. We'll try to be back by seven."

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Saturday afternoon, May 18th -- DAY 2

The hair coloring Sasha had chosen for Christina was almost complete. She'd started with a quick trim, making sure there were no split ends to speak of, and then she went straight to the coloring. She'd covered all the mirrors, not wanting her to see what she was doing. It was better to just reveal the end result than to have her begin questioning along the way. Christina said she trusted her, and she was putting that to the test.

While she was doing the trimming, she'd asked Christina a bunch of questions, particularly related to her new lifestyle. How it came about. How she felt about the experience so far. What she expected to get out of her extended weekend with Gerard. Questions that made her reflect and share her thoughts. By design, it was a way for Sasha to discover more about Christina's personality, hoping to land upon a style that not only suited her face and body type, but also fit the persona she was searching out as a hotwife.

As she answered the questions, being more forthcoming than Sasha could have ever hoped for, more than once she touched on the idea of being set free, even though she was more of a possession than a person with Gerard. Not having to think about her sexuality, but rather just experiencing the pleasure that came her way by giving herself fully to him. She'd been very candid about her upbringing and the relationship with her mother; the scars and emotional turmoil it created. More importantly, the way it stunted her sexuality. Sasha listened carefully, intrigued by the journey Christina had to take just to be sitting in that chair.

Moving from her work station, she picked up her phone, calling up her Spotify account. Her bluetooth hooked up automatically with her portable speakers, and she began playing If You Love Somebody Set Them Free.

"Are you familiar with this?" she asked.

"Ha! Yes. It's Sting. I'm surprised you are."

"Why? Because I'm black? I'm not just hip-hop and rap. I listen to a lot of things."

"No, I meant you're too young to know it. That came out in the mid 80s."

"Aren't you in your mid 30s?"

"I'm thirty-five."

"Then I can say the same thing about you. The Beatles came out in the 60s. Good music is good music. Branford Marsalis and Kenny Kirkland are on that album. Jazz musicians don't come any better than them. It was such a departure from Sting's stuff with The Police. My point is that this is you. Alex is setting you free, because he loves you."

"I know... and I'm so grateful."

"I'm happy for you. I'm playing this because there's actually another song that Sting sang on... it's a duet. It's on a Sheryl Crow album. I think it actually hits closer to home in some ways.

She pulled up Always on Your Side and started it. Christina was surprised she'd never heard the beautiful ballad before. She listened intently to the lyrics, trying to understand what Sasha was referring to.

My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away

But every now and then you come to mind

Sasha paused the song, saying, "That's you. You've boxed up your past with your mother. The box represents the cocoon you lived in as a teenager. Your life with Alex and the kids allowed you to put it past you. But in this new lifestyle, things have happened that have brought it back to the surface. It comes to your mind. The discipline that was needless and cruel now means something to you."

She started the song again, playing the next lines.

'Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game

But when your name was called, you found a place to hide

When you knew that I was always on your side

"That's Alex, not being honest about his desires. You didn't get a chance to play the game... sex, because he had his own hang ups. He found a place to hide to watch his porn, when you would have been right there with him, on his side."

"Oh my God," she said as she reflected on it.

"I know. Listen to this."

Everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent

But my demons and my angels reappeared

Leavin' only traces of the man you thought I'd be

Too afraid to hear the words I'd always feared

Leavin' you with only questions all these years

"Because that part was sung by a man, Sting, it kind of speaks for itself. The sweet and innocent is you. He sees you that way, because that's how you've always presented yourself. His demon is the lifestyle he longs for, and the angel, again, is you. He's struggling with that conflict. Leaving traces of the man you thought he would be... that's him wishing for more. He's not who he wants to be, but he's afraid to hear the words he fears. Rejection. And that's left him questioning his life. With you."

"Holy shit. This is unreal."

"There's more. Here's the chorus. They sing it together."

But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear?

Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear

Or are you left to wonder, all alone eternally?

This isn't how it's really meant to be

No it isn't how it's really meant to be

"This is literally the both of you, questioning your relationship, but doing it apart. Can you start your marriage over after fifteen years. Can you reinvent it? If you bring up your desires, will you end up alone forever because you opened yourself up? The one thing that's clear to both of you is that this life you're living isn't how it's meant to be."

"My God, Sasha. This is... a little too close to home."

"Perhaps. But here's the silver lining."

Well they say that love is in the air (love is in the air), never is it clear

How to pull it close and make it stay

Well butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away

And I'm left to carry on and wonder why

Even through it all, I'm always on your side

Sasha smiled. "Love is in the air. But it's not clear. You both want change. You both have been wondering how to make that come together. That cocoon you were in as a teenager? Now you're an adult. You're a butterfly. They are free to fly... so you're flying away. But, through it all you've always been on his side. You still are. If you love somebody set them free? Butterflies are free to fly... they fly away? That doesn't mean you won't fly back to him. Butterflies migrate. They leave, but they come back home. It's part of their cycle of life. This is the two of you. The rest of the song is the chorus and that last verse again... although it's a little different. But this song is you, becoming a butterfly, and him waiting for you at home."

Sasha started the song over, playing it in its entirety as she started the coloring process. "What are you going to do?" Christina asked.

"Sshhhh. Music inspires me. Talking with you brought this song to mind. I know what I'm going to do now. Just relax and let me make you beautiful, beautiful."

Christina was fine through the entire coloring, even though she didn't know how or what it would look like. She was even okay with her pinning up her hair to begin shaping it. It didn't seem like it was going to be all that dissimilar than her old style. It was still long and thick, but Sasha was creating more body to it. It wasn't until the stunning stylist parted her hair high up on her right side, pinning and flipping that over toward her left, that she began to wonder. Then the shaving clippers came out.

She heard it begin to buzz, and asked, "What are you doing now?"

"I'm helping the butterfly come out of her cocoon. Relax, and don't move."

Christina shivered as the razor sliced through her hair on her side of her scalp. Sasha began swiping away swathes of hair, the long locks falling to the floor. Christina closed her eyes, frozen with fear.

Sasha stripped the side, leaving behind a quarter-inch of hair. She shaped around her ear, making sure she got it the way she wanted it, before moving to the other side of Christina.

Suddenly she feared a mohawk was in her future, but Sasha went to work blending the hair that had been combed over to leave to buzzed right side exposed. Yet Christina actually relaxed when she heard her humming the song she'd played as she cut and snipped. It was evident that she was using it as her muse to create.

The razor came out again as she move back to the other side. Christina couldn't figure out what she was doing, but she'd been told to hold very still once again. Fifteen minutes later Sasha was applying another hair coloring to the shaved part, and putting highlights throughout the rest of her hair.

She stood back, looking at the green-eyed goddess, pleased with how it was turning out. "I really like this, if I do say so myself."

"I'll have to trust you on that," Christina smiled pensively.

"You're going to love it," she said as she got on her knees.

"What are you doing?"

Making her spread her legs, she grinned. "I have to style this too," she said as she pulled at her thick pubic hair. "And color it. Gotta make sure the carpet matches the drapes, as they say. I'm not shaving you bare. Where's the creativity in that!"

She did shave the closely cropped area around her labia. Then she waxed it, making it silky smooth. Next she trimmed and shaped her pubic mound, before waxing the areas she'd cleaned up. Once that was done, she applied a special hair coloring designed for the pubic area... one that indeed matched.

A half hour later Sasha was putting the finishing touches on everything. Christina looked at her pussy, surprised to see the hair had been sculpted into a thick V that pointed at her throbbing clit. She was also surprised at the shade.

"Am... am I a blonde now?"

Sasha nodded. "I know you loved being a brunette, but you won't believe the way it makes yours eyes pop. They're even more spectacular, and I really didn't think that was possible."

"Why the V?" she asked, pointing at her pussy.

"You're my Venus," she shrugged.

"Your what?"

"Venus de Milo, the Greek sculpture. Although I'm thinking of you more as Venus Butterfly."

"What's that?"

"Well, it's actually a fictional sexual maneuver. It came from a television show in the late 80s or early 90s. L.A. Law."

"Well isn't that appropriate," she giggled.

"Oh, right. Meat's a lawyer. I forgot. So yeah, the term is for something you do while eating pussy. I remember catching it on reruns. I know I'm kind of connecting a lot of invisible dots, but the song... you becoming a butterfly. What kind of butterfly. I thought Venus, because of the sexual annotation. But, there's no such thing, so I appropriated a lunar butterfly in it's place. They're both in the cosmos, and I get them confused all the time. Plus, the color scheme worked."

"What are you talking about?"

Sasha took the sheet off the mirror in front of them, and Christina gasped. Loudly. She turned her head sideways, catching a glimpse of the shaved side. It was striking.

There was the long blonde hair, all flowing to the left except what was in the back. But the right side called out to her. It was closely cropped, with a lunar butterfly shaved into it. And the wings were the perfect shade of green.

Christina's shock morphed into a smile as Sasha handed her a mirror. She put it behind her head so she could check all the angles. It appeared normal from behind, and she couldn't help but note, "There's still plenty for him to grab and yank on."

"Who?"

"Anyone that's fucking me from behind," she shrugged.

The more she stared, the wider she smiled. Sasha saw it, but that wasn't good enough.

"So... what do you think?"

"I'm Venus. Venus Butterfly. I... I love it, Sasha. I can't believe how much I love it."

"Good. Let me show you something." Turning her chair, they faced each other. Sasha took her left hand in her right, holding it... showing the back of it, Christina's huge diamond ring sparkling. "This side of you? This is the safe side. The married side. The side you've always projected to the world."

She reached for her other hand and Christina gave it to her. This side is what emerged from that cocoon. The wild side. The hotwife side. This is Venus, free to fly, ready to show the world her beauty."

"My fucking God you make this seem sexy."

"It is sexy. You're sexy. You always have been. Now you can show it. And, when it's time, you'll fly back home to the love of your life. Your new hairstyle fits your lifestyle. You get to have the best of both worlds."

"I can't wait for Alex to see it Tuesday night."

"Sunday night," Gerard said as he walked in, stopping in his tracks when he got a look at her. "Whoa! That's... hot!"

"Meet Venus Butterfly," Sasha teased.

"Babygirl, you look stunning. You always have, but fuck... you're not just going to turn heads now. You're going to break necks."

"Awe, that's sweet."

"Sasha, you've reached another level. I'm truly impressed by your talent, girl."

"You're just saying that to get me to be on top the next time we fuck."

"No... I know it's my turn," he grinned.

Christina had glazed over what he'd said when he first burst into the room. He'd seemed agitated, but his mood had changed when he saw the masterpiece that his stylist created. She thought back to what he'd said, puzzled.

"Sir... did you say you're taking me home tomorrow?"

"No. Sunday."

"Tomorrow is Sunday."

"Next Sunday. Meat started being an ass again. I got fed up. He insisted I bring you back on Sunday, so... I agreed. He learned he's not calling the shots."

"Are you being serious?"

"I told you earlier, if I say it, I have to follow through. He pushed too many buttons. He knows he fucked up. But it's too late. Look, I know this is going to be a problem. I'll calm down and then I'll work out a compromise. You didn't sign up for ten days with me."

"You're right. But I did sign on for you to own me. Alex knows that. He said it to you yesterday before he left me with you. If I have to stay with you longer because he's struggling with this, so be it."

"What about the kids?"

"Maggie is there. She's got a brain. With any luck she's already got it all figured out. Regardless, I'm not going home until next Sunday. The bigger question is, what are you going to do with me now that I'm staying longer."

"Hmm... I'm thinking Vegas."

"Shit!" Sasha thought inside her head. "Not Vegas. Please, not again."