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We arrived in Vegas, got checked into the Hard Rock Casino and settled on a time to meet in the lobby. Mikey had taken care of all the preparations and I thanked him. There would be a limo waiting for our wedding party and guests at 5:30. We would be whisked to the 24 hour Wedding Chapel for the ceremony then taken to a nice restaurant for dinner. Great as it sounded all I could think of was what had happened in the bathroom on the plane.
Gerard and I were standing in our suite looking around. Well I was looking around he had sat down and was flipping through TV channels. “This suite is awesome.” I tried to be cool about it but shit, I had never been in a hotel like this before. Our suite had five rooms; it’s own Jacuzzi, a wicked huge shower, (I guess you could shower with all your friends) and so much more. I walked through all the room getting more and more excited. Gerard was still flipping through channels.
“So I guess this is nothing new to you, right?” I sat down in one of the large chairs across from him. His eyes were still glued to the big screen plasma TV.
“I’ve been here before.” He said sounding bored.
I felt stupid for having made such a big deal out of the suite. I stood up and went to hang up the nicest dress I owned. It was white with small pink flowers. I didn’t hear him walk in behind me. “What is that?”
I took offence to the way he asked the question. The look on his face was one of repulsion.
“It’s the dress I’m gonna wear when we get married.
“Oh, hell no.” he grabbed it from the hanger and tossed it on the floor.
“Gerard stop being an ass.” I bent down to pick up the dress. His foot came down on it as I was picking it up. I cringed when I heard the material tear. “Now look what you’re done. What the hell am I supposed to wear now?”
He shook his head, “You’re dress will be here any minute.”
“What the dress fairy is gonna pay a visit?” I shot back still holding the remains of my dress.
“Yeah, the dress fairy.” He repeated. There was a knock on the door. “See? Bet you were thinking it was me.”
I glared at him. “If the shoe fits buddy. I’ve seen you in a dress.” I shouted as he walked to the door.
“Don’t forget I’m a fairy.” He yelled back. Shit, I was mad at myself cause the mental picture I got was pretty damn hot.
Gerard opened the door and allowed several women to enter. They came bearing many large boxes. “I’m gonna be gone for a few hours. These ladies have brought wedding dresses for you to pick through. Whichever one you like is the one you’re gonna wear but you need to decide quickly. The spa team will be here in forty-five minutes.” He headed for the door.
I panicked, “Wait” Passing the women who were opening boxes I ran to him and whispered. “Don’t leave. I don’t wanna pick out a dress and just what the hell is a spa team anyway?’ He gave me that look of his I hated, the one that made me feel stupid and unimportant.
“The spa team will get you ready for the wedding and the wedding night. Just do what they say. I’m sure you can pick out a fucking dress all on your own.”
I stepped back as if his words had slapped me. In a way they had. He turned and left. I stood staring at the door. Turning slowly I saw the women standing waiting for me. “Just a sec” I said walking over to the phone and calling Mikey and Alicia’s room. Shit they weren’t there. They had probably gone gambling.
“Miss? We have some lovely gowns for you to look at.” One of the older women said. She pulled out a beautiful candlelight satin dress.
Slowly I walked back over to them and watched as they paraded a collection of wedding gowns in front of me. They were all beautiful and I was sure very expensive but so not me. The last dress they had to show me was the one. Well sort of. What I chose to wear was the slip of the dress. It was satin and lace, with a very straight cut. Plain, yet beautiful. Even the ladies thought it looked right when I tried it on. As they were leaving the spa team arrived. Three women who explained to me that Mr. Way had left strict instructions on what was to be done. Hell, I felt like he had ordered how he wanted his Christmas Goose prepared. They told me I was to be bathed in oils, massaged, and pampered quite nicely. It wasn’t until they explained the waxing that I balked.
“Mr. Way was quite clear on this. A total waxing.” Hilda said. Swear to God that was her name, she was wearing a tag.
“Total” I repeated, “Everywhere?”
She smiled, “Yes, all hair removed from your body except for your head.”
Oh ha ha, Hilda had a sense of humor. I stared at her. “Don’t think so.” I took out my cell phone and punched Gerard’s number. I walked into the bedroom so the “Team” couldn’t hear me. “What’s with the waxing?” I asked when he answered.
“Are you giving them a hard time?” He asked in a chipped tone.
“Are you being a shit?” I asked in the same tone.
I could hear laughter in the background and wondered where he was. “Look just do it.”
“Why?” I asked walking over to the bed and sitting down.
“Because it’s what I want.” He said as if that would make me just jump up and say “oh okay”.
“So why don’t you just go hairless too” I said in return.
He chuckled, “Fair enough but you’ll have to shave me. I tried it once with disastrous results. Man, was that painful.”
Holy hell, I couldn’t believe the conversation we were having. We were talking about the same thing weren’t we? “Uh, I’m not talking about your legs.”
“Oh course not. I have no problem shaving those.”
Shit, he we were talking about what I thought. The guy wanted me to shave his… I shook my head. “Dunno, Gerard. The way you piss me off sometimes I’m not sure you should trust me with a razor there.”
He laughed “Oh little Laura. I trust you. Now go be a good girl and get all ready for tonight.”
“You mean the wedding?’ I asked in a small voice.
“That too. Just remember I’ve warned you about who you’re marrying. Ours won’t be a normal marriage.” I could hear him speaking to someone in the background before continuing, “And it won’t be an average wedding night.” I felt a shiver travel down my spine. Especially when I heard him say before he disconnected, “yeah the leather one and the whip.”
I stared at the phone in my hands. Okay, kinky wedding night, no problem. I could handle that couldn’t I? Sure I could, our whole relationship up to this point was kinky at best. The only thing that bothered me was that I was beginning to understand that he seemed to get kinky when he was emotionally distancing himself from me. I got that he would try to dehumanize our relationship when I was getting what he considered too close. I smiled thinking how pissed he would be that I understood his actions. I would play his games until I found out the truth. Once I did I would help him face the demons that ruled his life. Sounded like a plan that made sense. I took a deep breath and stood. Slowly I walked back out to the waiting spa team.
I was in the bedroom looking at myself in the full-length mirror when I heard the suite door open. I stood still until I saw his reflection in the mirror. His eyes traveled up and down the length of my body. “Beautiful” he said softly.
I smiled, “It’s not really a wedding dress only part of one.” I turned to face him.
“You made it your own.” He blinked as if waking. “I’ll change then we need to get down to the lobby. Unfortunately Mikey was spotted in the casino so there are photographers lurking around. Guess it doesn’t really matter our marriage will hit the Net probably before we get back to Jersey.
I nodded knowing he was warning me about the hatred that would soon be heaped on me. I walked into the living room area and sat down to wait for him to dress. He walked out several minutes later and my breath caught. He was wearing a black suit that made him look more handsome than I thought possible. “Wow” I said staring at him.
He grinned, “Wow?”
I nodded, “Yeah, wow. Shit I’m marrying a guy who’s prettier than me.”
He laughed, “What no strange saying?’
I continued to stare at him. “Nope.”
He glanced at his watch, “We need to get down to the lobby.” I started to stand up he crossed the room and before I could get up he was kneeling in front of me. His hand was on my leg and under my dress before I could react. All the way it traveled up my leg to my sheer panties. One finger snuck under the material and caressed my now hairless pussy. He smiled. “Just checking”
I smiled back, “Just remember you owe me for that stunt on the plane.”
He removed his finger and stood, “Oh yeah I remember. I promised to make you scream.” He pulled me up from the chair and to his chest. “You’ll scream, little Laura.”
I looked into his eyes but couldn’t read his emotions. Again a shiver ran down my spine.
Gerard and I were standing in our suite looking around. Well I was looking around he had sat down and was flipping through TV channels. “This suite is awesome.” I tried to be cool about it but shit, I had never been in a hotel like this before. Our suite had five rooms; it’s own Jacuzzi, a wicked huge shower, (I guess you could shower with all your friends) and so much more. I walked through all the room getting more and more excited. Gerard was still flipping through channels.
“So I guess this is nothing new to you, right?” I sat down in one of the large chairs across from him. His eyes were still glued to the big screen plasma TV.
“I’ve been here before.” He said sounding bored.
I felt stupid for having made such a big deal out of the suite. I stood up and went to hang up the nicest dress I owned. It was white with small pink flowers. I didn’t hear him walk in behind me. “What is that?”
I took offence to the way he asked the question. The look on his face was one of repulsion.
“It’s the dress I’m gonna wear when we get married.
“Oh, hell no.” he grabbed it from the hanger and tossed it on the floor.
“Gerard stop being an ass.” I bent down to pick up the dress. His foot came down on it as I was picking it up. I cringed when I heard the material tear. “Now look what you’re done. What the hell am I supposed to wear now?”
He shook his head, “You’re dress will be here any minute.”
“What the dress fairy is gonna pay a visit?” I shot back still holding the remains of my dress.
“Yeah, the dress fairy.” He repeated. There was a knock on the door. “See? Bet you were thinking it was me.”
I glared at him. “If the shoe fits buddy. I’ve seen you in a dress.” I shouted as he walked to the door.
“Don’t forget I’m a fairy.” He yelled back. Shit, I was mad at myself cause the mental picture I got was pretty damn hot.
Gerard opened the door and allowed several women to enter. They came bearing many large boxes. “I’m gonna be gone for a few hours. These ladies have brought wedding dresses for you to pick through. Whichever one you like is the one you’re gonna wear but you need to decide quickly. The spa team will be here in forty-five minutes.” He headed for the door.
I panicked, “Wait” Passing the women who were opening boxes I ran to him and whispered. “Don’t leave. I don’t wanna pick out a dress and just what the hell is a spa team anyway?’ He gave me that look of his I hated, the one that made me feel stupid and unimportant.
“The spa team will get you ready for the wedding and the wedding night. Just do what they say. I’m sure you can pick out a fucking dress all on your own.”
I stepped back as if his words had slapped me. In a way they had. He turned and left. I stood staring at the door. Turning slowly I saw the women standing waiting for me. “Just a sec” I said walking over to the phone and calling Mikey and Alicia’s room. Shit they weren’t there. They had probably gone gambling.
“Miss? We have some lovely gowns for you to look at.” One of the older women said. She pulled out a beautiful candlelight satin dress.
Slowly I walked back over to them and watched as they paraded a collection of wedding gowns in front of me. They were all beautiful and I was sure very expensive but so not me. The last dress they had to show me was the one. Well sort of. What I chose to wear was the slip of the dress. It was satin and lace, with a very straight cut. Plain, yet beautiful. Even the ladies thought it looked right when I tried it on. As they were leaving the spa team arrived. Three women who explained to me that Mr. Way had left strict instructions on what was to be done. Hell, I felt like he had ordered how he wanted his Christmas Goose prepared. They told me I was to be bathed in oils, massaged, and pampered quite nicely. It wasn’t until they explained the waxing that I balked.
“Mr. Way was quite clear on this. A total waxing.” Hilda said. Swear to God that was her name, she was wearing a tag.
“Total” I repeated, “Everywhere?”
She smiled, “Yes, all hair removed from your body except for your head.”
Oh ha ha, Hilda had a sense of humor. I stared at her. “Don’t think so.” I took out my cell phone and punched Gerard’s number. I walked into the bedroom so the “Team” couldn’t hear me. “What’s with the waxing?” I asked when he answered.
“Are you giving them a hard time?” He asked in a chipped tone.
“Are you being a shit?” I asked in the same tone.
I could hear laughter in the background and wondered where he was. “Look just do it.”
“Why?” I asked walking over to the bed and sitting down.
“Because it’s what I want.” He said as if that would make me just jump up and say “oh okay”.
“So why don’t you just go hairless too” I said in return.
He chuckled, “Fair enough but you’ll have to shave me. I tried it once with disastrous results. Man, was that painful.”
Holy hell, I couldn’t believe the conversation we were having. We were talking about the same thing weren’t we? “Uh, I’m not talking about your legs.”
“Oh course not. I have no problem shaving those.”
Shit, he we were talking about what I thought. The guy wanted me to shave his… I shook my head. “Dunno, Gerard. The way you piss me off sometimes I’m not sure you should trust me with a razor there.”
He laughed “Oh little Laura. I trust you. Now go be a good girl and get all ready for tonight.”
“You mean the wedding?’ I asked in a small voice.
“That too. Just remember I’ve warned you about who you’re marrying. Ours won’t be a normal marriage.” I could hear him speaking to someone in the background before continuing, “And it won’t be an average wedding night.” I felt a shiver travel down my spine. Especially when I heard him say before he disconnected, “yeah the leather one and the whip.”
I stared at the phone in my hands. Okay, kinky wedding night, no problem. I could handle that couldn’t I? Sure I could, our whole relationship up to this point was kinky at best. The only thing that bothered me was that I was beginning to understand that he seemed to get kinky when he was emotionally distancing himself from me. I got that he would try to dehumanize our relationship when I was getting what he considered too close. I smiled thinking how pissed he would be that I understood his actions. I would play his games until I found out the truth. Once I did I would help him face the demons that ruled his life. Sounded like a plan that made sense. I took a deep breath and stood. Slowly I walked back out to the waiting spa team.
I was in the bedroom looking at myself in the full-length mirror when I heard the suite door open. I stood still until I saw his reflection in the mirror. His eyes traveled up and down the length of my body. “Beautiful” he said softly.
I smiled, “It’s not really a wedding dress only part of one.” I turned to face him.
“You made it your own.” He blinked as if waking. “I’ll change then we need to get down to the lobby. Unfortunately Mikey was spotted in the casino so there are photographers lurking around. Guess it doesn’t really matter our marriage will hit the Net probably before we get back to Jersey.
I nodded knowing he was warning me about the hatred that would soon be heaped on me. I walked into the living room area and sat down to wait for him to dress. He walked out several minutes later and my breath caught. He was wearing a black suit that made him look more handsome than I thought possible. “Wow” I said staring at him.
He grinned, “Wow?”
I nodded, “Yeah, wow. Shit I’m marrying a guy who’s prettier than me.”
He laughed, “What no strange saying?’
I continued to stare at him. “Nope.”
He glanced at his watch, “We need to get down to the lobby.” I started to stand up he crossed the room and before I could get up he was kneeling in front of me. His hand was on my leg and under my dress before I could react. All the way it traveled up my leg to my sheer panties. One finger snuck under the material and caressed my now hairless pussy. He smiled. “Just checking”
I smiled back, “Just remember you owe me for that stunt on the plane.”
He removed his finger and stood, “Oh yeah I remember. I promised to make you scream.” He pulled me up from the chair and to his chest. “You’ll scream, little Laura.”
I looked into his eyes but couldn’t read his emotions. Again a shiver ran down my spine.
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