A/N: Writers block sucks...
My fingers tap on the arm's of the chair, feet tapping along; I keep looking back and forth at the mirror and Alex. My hair had a military look but with some curl here and there, she used the knife more than the scissors but she wasn't kidding about it being even; a small tilt she would notice, tilting her head like a curious dog then boom- it's all even...
And straight.
My inner thought snickering. Tommy would of love that joke... Too bad I didn't stay. Just thinking now I wonder if my best friend is still alive, not dead somewhere, nothing bad happened... I hope he forgives me. But it was to save his life, costing others lives.
My foot kept tapping at every second I look around the spacious, luxurious room. Nothing seems to be out of place but then again I saw the maids and butlers moving everywhere.
Just like back home, one minute my bed is messy the second I take my eyes off it has fresh warm sheets, my pillows fluffed, the floor is spotless, no clothes hanging around, just clean spotless room. Now realizing the maid really didn't wear anything as sexy-probably because she's old but I'll always love the maid, fresh baked cookies.
All the maids here seem mid age, with blonde hair, brown, black, and are wearing a classic French maid's dress. The neckline came down low and the skirt of the dress was just a tad higher than mid-thigh. The king must be lonely. I wondered if he hired professional strippers and high-class prostitutes to keep him company. Or maybe he kept them in a private room where they waited for him, forever dressed in royal lingerie laying on the king sized bed.
Just thinking how much a difference from the maids at home and here is quite astonishing.
The feeling of impatient hunger gnawing at my senses. Looking closely at Alex, she looks so focused, but so laid back.
She looked so ordinary for a princess. Standing in front of me with no fear, no questions, nothing to say in the deepest concentrated silence.
After what felt an hour she's now on the beard, scissors in one hand other tugging the long hairs.
Snip, snap.
She cuts the longer ends -knife long gone- her focus eyes carefully making the long pubs into a spiky rash.
Snip, snap.
I sighed what felt like the millionth time.
"If you keep sighing, I'll never get this done." Alex mumbled.
Taking my eyes off the blank red wall, concentrate on Alex's hair- her highlights of red and golden brown mixed with pure dark brown, heavy weaves curled that weighs tons, her side bang that moves slightly on my lap at a little move. Linking my index finger sliding between my thumb a soft lock of hair trapped, stopping Alex's movements of the little touch looking at the same spot I was.
Snip, snap.
"You should cut your hair," I observed, dazed by her golden red eyes.
Looking completely lost she smiles, "Hmmm I wish, have you ever heard of the 'Russian Braid'," she spoke after so long of silence.
Snip, snap.
Shaking my head numbly, her smiles widen- I wonder what she's thinking?
"It's a sign to the men that we are a big value or fortune, a "beautiful lady" you say. For us, the braid shows respect, we wear them for parties or marriage, to say that women are special and the man is grateful to have her… But I'm sure in America they fashion hair in braids all the time, so it's meaningless there," Alex explains, paling as she spoke about America.
"You really want to go to America," I stated.
Her movement froze as the last snip snapped, the weave drops to the floor; her gaze falls to my green eyes, staring as though she were somewhere else.
"Yes… I do," she answers slowly looking depressed a second then goes back to work.
She body turns away reaching for the wet cloth. She gently applies the cloth making squishy sounds, little strings getting attached on the spikes, droplets falling to my chest making me shivers as my nipples turn half hard. Then grabs the shaving cream for sensitive skin, spreading the blue everywhere until I'm Santa Clause.
Reaching for a shiny razor she slowly places the razor then smoothly goes south, the feeling of moist skin, clean no longer a stubble. She washes the razor in the bowl and starts all over again.
Feeling the teenager I am, I start really looking at her. The hormones won't stop, she is beautiful, she's elegant- unique, tiny.
Her boobs size is average but thinking of my hand size they may fit to cover her completely; her skinny muscular arms with tiny moles here and there, smooth sticks with little hair; her neck looks so alone, no jewelry to fit around, her neck vulnerable, easy to snap, easy to mark; her legs fitting in her super tight jeans, popping out small muscles, very skinny ankles that the jeans can't fit. Trailing my eyes up to the mirror, her butt isn't bubble size, a great eye view to watch her-
'Whoa, wait a minute'
Telling myself to stop, I pull my eyes from her and look at the wall.
'Old woman's underwear… fuck! Grandma and grandpa having sex, ewww… shit! Toothless baby throwing up… FUCKSHIT!'
Teenage hormones suck. I just met the girl, she's a royal, very beautiful, she saved me, and she barely looks over fifth-teen.
I was looking at her like a pervert. Closing my eyes, I'm not a pervert, I never acted that way toward Sara and Laurel, why am I a pervert to Alex?
Blinking continuously I focus on the task, I'm now a servant for Alex and she's using me to get her freedom and to go to America.
The feeling of blue balls tensed my muscles, the uncomfortable sitting position making me silently groan. Maybe I'll jerk off later, but that isn't the case.
Next second I'm looking at the ceiling, my Adam's apple bobbing up and down gulps of spit slowly trailing down, the touch of sharpness hitched my breathe, slowly going down then repeats.
At least my hard on went down or Alex was getting an eye full.
Feeling relief wash over me, I open my eyes looking at Alex's eyes stare at me. We looked at each other for minutes, Alex was first broke the silence. "You're done, not allergic to flowers are you?" She reaches for the lotion and squeezes some lotion on her palm. Shaking my head in progress, she smiles putting the bottle down and rubs the lotion together and spreads it on my face, scenting flowers.
She walks away putting everything in the musky floating hair bowl, disappearing in the bathroom.
I look at the empty room than at my reflection. My beard is completely gone, no dark jaw, just smooth baby cheeks. I stand up grabbing the back of the chair, putting it back where it was. I move to the sofa that was in the middle of the room, closing my lids I focus on sounds.
I hear some shuffling in the bathroom, little curses I couldn't understand, clings of metal dropping, the faucet running continuously; then the a louder sound came to life. Opening my eyes I can feel heat. Moving my heavy head toward the bathroom, the fog came out of the door slowly, raising an eyebrow I stand, walking toward the bathroom.
"I'm going to get you clothes, you can change the temperature to your liking, the towels were just clean so feel free to use as many you want, and please be quick we're already late," Alex spoke with her back turn drying the empty bowl, giving me a quick glance and walks out the door, gently closing the door.
I feel like a fish out of water.
The bathroom is huge.
It's as big as Alex's room, a little smaller. A very big tub on the side next to the window decorations on the sides of patterns swirling around, a big glass shower barely see through with the fog, but clear as ice. Tile black and white designs of red inside, red fluffy carpet covering the plain white tiles and a long counter colored spikes of gray included.
Hair products were scattered around, small wooden boxes holding perfume, a basket filled with lipstick only four inside, lotion and creams half dried up, a small portion of makeup, only eye makeup.
This bathroom is bigger than mine.
I tiptoe to the counter and stare at my reflection again.
Looking at myself made me realize that I wouldn't be here getting this nice hair cut, my beard shaved off and have a place to stay in. I may even get a nice comfortable bed. Don't get me wrong but the beds in Hong Kong were really uncomfortable, how can they sleep on those types of mattresses?
I noticed the mirror is more foggy, taking off my pants and underwear freeing my cock from the dirty underwear. Groaning at the sensation of my hormones I try to clear my mind to not jerk off, I take a breathe at every step I slowly bring myself in the heated water.
The shower took my breathe away. Standing under the nice hot water, made me happy to not clean myself in dirty sewer water. I rubbed my skin with my hands watching the brown droplets fall from my chest down my hairy legs to the clean floor.
I never want to leave this.
I turn ninety degrees looking directly at the shower head washing my short hair, shaking like a dog, blinking furiously as raindrops drip from my lids. I look down and found a bottle of shampoo. Bending down, grabbing the shampoo -brand Nexus- squirting an amount rubbing the foam, watering it off.
After what felt like hours, I finally turned off the water, feeling the steam everywhere. I open the door, walking with full clean nudity, I open the cabinet grabbing a blue towel snuggling around my waist whilst grabbing a smaller one, scratching the blue on my wet hair and face, feeling clean, warm, and dry.
A knock making me flinch, "Are you decent?" Alex's voice came through the other side of the door.
"Yeah…" I answered, I mean it was half true.
The squeaks of a door opening then Alex froze with wide eyes and an open jaw. Completely astound I tease her a little, "Like what you see?" Smirking at the small blush reddening her cheeks.
"Here, get dress!" She yells hurrying throwing the clothes left in her hands to my chest and shuts the door. Looking at the clothes the door opens again with a blushing Alex throwing a pair of shoes, "And be quick!" The door slamming shut again.
Smirking at victory, I rip the towel away from my waist and put on the clean fresh mint scent, a black t-shirt with another long sleeve gray hoodie, clean black boxers and nice formatted blue jeans, grabbing the formal pinched shoes I noticed a pair of black socks shoved in the left shoe, huffing a small laugh I put on the soft socks and tie the shoes pinching it even more.
Maybe following Alex wasn't a good idea, but I chose this path and nothing is happening. I seriously considered ditching, that would probably get her in more trouble. Also she did say the servant thing was real so maybe it isn't so bad after all.
Another knock came with the door slowly opening with a cautious Alex peeking through her hand, giving a small movement of her skinny dark nail finger prying away from her eyes her sigh of "thank god" is heard, "Are you ready?"
'No'
"Yes."