Thread: A Devil's Game ::: {Ariamella & Prince of Smut}

RE A Devil's Game Ariamella Prince Bzz bzz- Macy rolled over in her queen-sized bed, grumbling as she curled herself up in a ball underneath a puffy duvet. Bzz bzz- Mmmm... she mumbled sleepily when the sound came again, and she pulled the covers over her head. Bzzzzzzz bzzzzzzz bzzzzzzz bzzzzzzz- The buzzing came in long intervals now, paired with a unique ringtone that she would have known anywhere. Macy's eyes snapped open to the bright morning sunlight, and she threw off blankets and pillows, her mind half-alert as she rummaged around the sheets for her phone. Shit, shit, shit, what time was it? That was probably Heidi asking why her Starbucks chai latte wasn't on her desk. Finally finding the phone under a pile of pillows, she cleared her throat and pressed the rectangular device her ear. Hello, this is Macy Hill. Ugh. Her voice still sounded tired and rough, like she had been gargling marbles or something. Good morning, Macy! On behalf of the CEO of Brandon-Demmings Publications, I've called to inform you that he sincerely apologizes for yesterday's events and is sending you to a spa and a beauty consultation for the morning. One of the company cars is waiting outside your apartment building whenever you're ready to leave. We truly value you as an employee here at Brandon-Demmings. Have a wonderful rest of the day! Excuse me? the young woman said in response to the unidentified female voice, but three short beeps were already signaling the end of the call, leaving her to wonder about the validity of the offer. She stood, stretching tired limbs underneath an oversized T-shirt and sweatpants, trying to steady herself from the onslaught of a sudden dizzying sensation that made her head spin. The amount of wine she drank last night was cringe-worthy, and she winced at the minor hangover. Drinking wasn't really a habit of hers, only something she did during nights out and company parties, but even she understood the joy of relaxation and apethy for the world under the influence of alcohol. It was calming, it removed all the worries of her job and it allowed her to get a good rest after suffering through a shitty day of work. Walking to a window that faced the street below, she found the confirmation of George's offer down in front of the building, expertly parallel parked on the side of the road. Ho- ly. Shit. Hazel eyes remained unmoving on the black, company Lexus is250, and her thoughts immediately drifted to Balthazar and his supposed magic book. Could this have been...? No, there was no way. His scenario was that George would be fired and all the hussies in the company revealed, and this wasn't it. This was just an apology that happened to fall on the same day some mystical old voodoo man tried to rope her into some magic hoax. Hah! She was a fool for halfway believing it too. A quick shower, freshening up, and a short drive to the Spa at Mandarin Oriental was already preparing Macy for what she proposed was her moment to shine. Perhaps George saw her for what she really was a hardworking, intelligent employee who had much to offer to his company. She would bet her bottom dollar that this spa treatment and shopping spree were just the start of it. A facial, massage, mani-pedi and shopping spree later, she was seated in an expensive salon with bags upon bags of clothing while a flamboyantly gay hair and makeup artist analyzed her long brunette locks. Tsk tsk, he said, These are in horrible condition. Dead, dull, dry... girl, I have no idea how you attract men. I'm single, she replied pointedly. Well that's why! Now if you had hair like mine-- he pointed to the carefully styled blonde mess on his head-- you'd be pulling guys in no time. But don't you worry honey, just let me do my thing and you'll be absolutely stunning. Her hair was highlighted and lowlighted, trimmed and cut with layers, and finally curled to perfection. By the time it was done her hair shined with renewed health, glowing very much like her body did after the care and treatment. All that was left was makeup, and Wayne the gay man who took such good care of her was carefully explaining the details of each product while simultaneously applying them to her face. Makeup is a very important step in making sure you look put together. Nobody wants to look at a hot bod and and ugly face. Not that you're ugly, you've got plenty of natural beauty, but with the outfit you're using today, you want that little extra oomph. Now, do you want a matte or dewy finish with your look? Macy sighed. She didn't have time for this, not if she was to be at the office by lunchtime! Opening her mouth to speak, she briefly rubbed her fingers against her temples before saying, I want a natural finish. Get me Luminous Silk Foundation by Georgio Armani, the Naked 3 palette from Urban Decay, Benefit's hoola bronzer and the Orgasm blush from Nars. I only use MAC concealer in NW25, and Sigma brushes irritate my skin the least. You- you speak makeup ? Wayne asked in disbelief, taking a step back and crossing his arms over his chest. Just because I know it, it doesn't mean I have to use it. He looked at her, walking over to a rack full of clothes and pulling an outfit out, giving her a sad smile. Oh honey... ------ The whispers came as soon as Macy stepped out of the Lexus and into the large glass doors of Brandon-Demmings publications. She had exchanged boring casual businesswear for a sexy businesswoman's fashion, and she was now proudly strutting through the lobby, showing off her new attire and sleek ponytail. Even the security guard who checked her BD employee ID looked somewhat surprised, his eyes following her even after she walked away, her high heeled pumps clacking against the smooth marble flooring. The feminine theme of the outfit was strangely empowering, the cropped white blouse made her feel sexy, and the long beige coat was showed just enough skin for the choice to be called a daring act of fashion rather than deliberate sluttiness. Macy Hill walked in looking gorgeous! she heard one female say. Maybe it's because she realized looking like trashing wasn't really the best option? another voice chimed in. I didn't even know she was that hot underneath those old clothes she used to wear. Speaking of clothes, where did those new ones come from? Normally she would brusquely walk past a group of gossiping women, but this time she confidently strode by, giving them a small smile as she walked on.So this was what being a bad bitch felt like. She had to admit it had its appeal to it the power behind nice clothes and perfect makeup was intoxicating, and she doubted anyone would ever question her ability ever again. Oh yes, this was the start of a new Macy Hill! A petite blonde woman met her on the entrance of the Couture floor. Wow, you look very nice! How was your morning? Fantastic, I'd guess. I know how much you loce getting to work, but the CEO would like to see you in his office immediately. Bringing Macy up to the top floor and pointing to the large office, she left brunette to open the dark door. A large leather swivel chair was currently faced the opposite direction, and she was met with silence upon making her entrance. George, you wanted to see me?