A prequel to "Ariadne's Thread".
Erotica, but it's tasteful.
I hinted a lot at his birthday present in "Ariadne's Thread" and it seemed unfair to not give more detail.
Arthur's Birthday
"It will be perfect, trust me." Sadie cooed as she lit another perfumed cigarette. Ariadne was glad that they were outside walking. She found herself wishing for a strong breeze to lift up the menacing smell of her friend's smoke.
Sadie puffed out sinister blue clouds of retching smoke and relaxed some.
"I thought you were gonna quit." Ariadne said waving the smoke away from her with her hands. The last thing she wanted was to smell like Sadie's cheap, whorish cigarettes.
Arthur would hate it.
"I have tried. It is all Mr. Eames fault. He makes me smoke." Sadie pouted.
"How does he make you smoke?" Ariadne laughed. Always amused by her friend.
"He is always making crazy. He knows it. I need to relax from him making me so crazy." Sadie said in her broken heavy accent.
"You said you only smoke after sex." Ariadne recalled.
"Oui, What do you think I mean by making me crazy?" Said told her. "He is very good at sex, I stay with him for that. He has the amazing body, he has the strong sex drive. He also buys me things when I tell him to."
"Oh, I don't need to hear all this." The Architect said trying to block out her friend. He face flushing red.
"Fine, but trust me when I say that the men love for you to get this done." Sadie told her as she tossed her cigarette into the gutter. Oblivious of signs politely asking people not to litter.
The two women arrived at a salon offering full service grooming. Sadie, forcefully pulling the Architect inside.
The salon smelled of chemicals. Nothing at all like Ariadne's taste. She was not the type of girl who spent a great deal of time worrying about her looks. She never spent money in places like this.
An overly made up attendant greeted them. In quick French, Said explained about their appointment and the Architect was quickly escorted to a more privet room.
~ "I don't know about this, Sadie." Ariadne said as her friend helped her to put on a paper robe. The Architect was told to strip naked except for the hospital like disposable gown.
"You said you didn't know what to get this Arthur of yours for his birthday." Sadie said.
The smell of her awful cigarettes were still hanging on her.
"He's kind of hard to shop for." Ariadne admitted.
Arthur's taste was very specific and refined. He hated all things trendy. Preferring the looks and styles that belonged to another age. The Point Man often seemed out of place in the modern world. As if he had been born a century late. This made it impossible to buy a gift for him.
"I just... I've never done anything like this before." Ariadne explained. "Is it going to hurt?"
"Like a bitch." Sadie told her happily. "But don't worry, it will make the sex so much better. You will be so sensitive that even a breeze with get you worked up."
Ariadne looked to her friend. Hoping to see she was kidding. Sadie only smiled. An attendant asked if she was ready before coming into the little room. In sharp quick French, she asked if Ariadne wanted anything special.
"Hollywood." Sadie said with a particularly wicked smile.
"What's that?" Ariadne asked feeling a panic.
The attendant nodded and readied the wax and slipped on some gloves.
"Relax." Sadie said reassuringly. "It hurts the most the first time."
~ After a grueling 45 minuets of waxing in place she had no idea she could even grow hair, Ariadne was ready to kill her friend.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into that." Ariadne said looking at her now naked sex in the little room's mirror. It looked almost obscene. Red and puffy from the assault of hot wax and it's violent removal.
"Don't be a prude." Sadie said looking over her shoulder at the attendants handy work. "She did a good job." Her friend said approvingly. "You should have gotten the crystal temporary tattoos. There very popular."
"I don't think so." Ariadne said pulling out her panties from her bag and slipping them on. Even with the cover of the lacy fabric, she still felt naked.
"I hope it will grow back before Arthur sees it." She said feeling a hard blush creep onto her face.
"Why do you want to let it grow back?" Sadie asked. "He will love it. All men do. Eames loves it. I even had his initials put on in those little crystals." Said said proudly. "You could put "Happy Birthday Arthur" on it." She added pointing to the Architects, nether reigns.
"No." Ariadne said. Her face bright red.
What was she going to do? Arthur was an every night kind of man. He would notice this right away. It was his birthday to. He would want to go to a nice restaurant and come home early for a night of uninhibited sex. She knew his habits and they almost always included an early bedtime that would fall easily into making love.
A few days ago, her old roommate Jon had moved out and taken a job in Rome. The Point Man had moved in. Not officially, but he spent every night with the Architect. They had mutually decided that she would go on birth control. It was too much of a hassle to bother with a condom each time and they were both committed to each other. It was very liberating to be with him without any barriers.
Now, there were truly no barriers.
As she and Sadie walked home, she found her friend was right. An unwelcome breeze seemed to pierce right through her clothes and invade her privet parts. The Architect gasped as her friend laughed maliciously.