Alright people, this chapter is about Dina and her stylist. I hope we all enjoy. Sadly our viking doesn't hog the limelight as he does in the other chapters - but I'll make it up with more Eric POV very soon.

as usually, I don't own the majority of the characters (but I wish I owned Eric). This story is for adults. Please review. be as harsh or as pleasent as you like, I appreciate and hopefully learn from it all.

I heard music. I tried to place the lyrics and slowly opened my eyes. The clock radio was going off. Eric was dead as a doornail next to me so I didn't rush to turn it off. I had to move a folded note off the alarm in order to turn it off. I never missed anything Eric wanted me to have. I yawned and blinked my eyes to adjust them.

I skimmed over the note, which was short with nothing extra as usual. He reminded me not to eat. He told me he had an outfit for me hanging in the bathroom. He doubted I'd have much time to journal, but suggested I write about anything that upset me the night before. I briefly wondered if I was ready to do so, but pushed the thought aside. It was too early for thoughts.

He also said he looked forward to seeing me when he rose. Eric may not have had an endless supply of flowery words, but I never doubted his affection. I also saw a very thin leather collar. It was a soft brown and had a front clasp. The side that would be on the back of my neck had the name 'Eric' written in crimson and the initials 'EN' were engraved on the front. So this was his plan. I ran my fingers over the velvety band and carried it into the bathroom with me. I quickly clipped my hair up and put the collar around my neck. My fingers felt the imprint of his initials as I tried to lock it in place while looking in the mirror.

Once the collar was on I surveyed myself. I was nude except for my collar. I had always had an ego about my breasts, but sometimes wondered how Eric wanted me so much. There were so many other women out there who would sell their souls to be in my place. I also couldn't help but feel natural as I was collared. I think a part of me began this half-heartedly and I wondered if I could ever be one of these subs who loved their Doms above all else. I decided to wait a little longer before thinking about this so much.

I found today's dress hanging in the usual place. It was actually a nice dress. I was pleasantly surprised. It was red – a favorite of Eric and not of mine. Eric had done a pretty good job at dressing me in colors I liked. I knew he appreciated my love of deep cool colors and shared some of it, but he liked the 'warmer' red as well. I think it reminded him of food. It was maxi style and went down to my ankles. It had short sleeves that covered the first few inches of my arms and a scoop neck. I was grateful for the smock band near my breasts. But even with that, my breasts were very prominent without a bra on.

I sighed and decided that this was what I had to work with. I fiddled with my hair for a few minutes and ended up leaving in up in the clip. I ran around our living area to see if I missed anything and had everything.

I looked at the clock and saw I only had a few minutes. I was nervous and feeling the effects of not having caffeine. My body was adequately covered, but not having on any underwear still made me feel naked. I was about to go upstairs and meet with at least two people like this. And I wouldn't be keeping this dress on the whole time either. I was feeling the beginning stages of distress, but pushed myself toward the door. I either did this or waited for sunset and dealt with Eric.

I preferred to 'man up' or 'woman up' and do this.

I watched the clock change to 11:58. I kept repeating the numbers of the code I needed to open the door. I reminded myself that I would act in a way that didn't embarrass Eric. I would refer to him as 'my master' and not waiver. I had a position no one else had in his life and many wanted.

The clock finally hit noon and I punched in the numbers. The door unlocked and I walked upstairs with butterflies in my stomach. Eric had told me he'd work on the lights and I knew he would. Sometimes I was surprised how clueless my vampire could be. I don't think he even realized I couldn't see with so many bulbs out. Thankfully he always knew to keep the heater and air conditioner at the right temperature for me. He might be always a little cold with little to no problem in extreme heat or cold – but I was a sensitive human about these things.

I stayed close to the banister and made my way to the second door. I pushed into the closet and stopped to take a breath as I shut the door behind me. I was upstairs for the first time in the day time. I knew once I met with Bobby my day was going to be a chain of events that I couldn't slow down.

I truly wasn't worried. I was embarrassed and nervous. I couldn't say I had a strong objection to this. I wasn't going to be hurt or harmed. Eric wanted me to get over my body image issues. It was a process, but slowly I was used to being naked or always near naked with him. I had stripped down in front of doctors. Now I was going to be nude in front of a stylist. I hoped I didn't look too bad. Who knows what beautiful people this woman – I assumed it was a woman because Eric would never let a man do the kinds of things to me that we would be doing today - had worked with before me?

I was glad Eric couldn't hear these thoughts right now. He most definitely wouldn't be pleased.

I stepped out into the office and made sure both the fake and real door were shut behind me. I was alone but could hear movement outside the door. I assumed Bobby was in the living room and smoothed out my dress once more before walking out. Now I didn't know if I liked Eric getting me so comfortable that I was fine being buck naked, but he might have a point about how self conscious I am.

"Hello." I said a little too quietly, but his head still turned.

He paused and looked me over. I caught the slightest bit of disgust flash on his face. His eyes drifted back to my breasts and I flinched back. God, I couldn't stand him First, I could see how much he immediately disliked me – and for no reason. Then he was checking me out? Ugh!

"Hello, are you ready?"

"Of course." I said, trying to sound unbothered.

He began to walk toward the stairs and I followed.

"My Master expects a lot to be accomplished today. He only gave a short window of time, but he will take no excuses if everything isn't completed. I'll be reporting to him on everything."

"Ok." I replied and Bobby made a soft scoffing noise. I think he thought I was stupid and low class compared to him. I ignored him and kept walking back to that dreadful room. I think I also disliked him because he took Eric and his job for him so seriously. Eric was a great man and a vampire sheriff, but he wasn't a god. I also didn't enjoy Bobby speaking about "his Master" as though I'd never met him before. Eric always demanded much and never took an excuse. I probably knew him better than this little man.

Bobby was walking very quickly and I knew he was trying to trip me up, probably hoping I'd never been up here before. I kept up with him easily - nobody walked as fast as Eric and I remembered that first hurried rush through the darkened rooms.

Before we got to the door, Bobby stopped and turned. "I'm warning you for your benefit; not my own. If you dawdle Master will not be upset with me. He goes through women quickly. If he is displeased I'm sure he'll either punish you harshly or throw you out. And then where will you go?"

He gave a condescending smirk and turned back before I could reply.

My mouth gaped open. I couldn't believe he'd say this. Suddenly his comments about his report to Eric sounded more like he was threatening me than bragging. I couldn't muster a reply before He opened the door and began to talk with my new stylist.

"Hello Leila," he said politely to her, shaking her hand. I don't know what I expected, but it definitely wasn't what I saw.
She greeted him as "Mr. Burnham," and turned to smile inquiringly at me. He didn't even give me the benefit of an introduction. I wondered if he even remembered my name. Instead, he grabbed my elbow and pulled me forward before I could react. His grip was firm, but he let go quickly. I stood there awestruck for a moment.

The stylist was small, but tall, with long dark hair that stopped at her waist. It was the kind of hair that women envied; I know I did. Dark, almost black, and shiny, perfectly straight and strong-looking. She wore it in a simple ponytail beneath a pair of beaded combs connected by elastics.
She was middle-eastern., I wasn't sure if she was Persian, or Arab. She had large, dark eyes, a straight nose, and beautiful white teeth behind perfectly shaped lips. Had she been chosen to make me uncomfortable? I felt large and unwieldy standing next to this neat, beautiful creature.
My discomfort evaporated the moment she spoke. "Dina," she said, smiling hugely. "I am Leila, and I will be working with you today." She wore a simple set of deep blue hospital-type scrubs, with matching crocs on her feet. I took her hand and smiled, and then before I could say anything, Bobby interrupted. Again.

Eric had better realize how good I was doing at keeping my trap shut.

"The master expects this to be done quickly, and I am to oversee everything." He adjusted himself again, leering at the two of us. I was at a loss for words but Leila dismissed him with one comment.

"I am sure Mr. Northman knows how I conduct my services, and we will not be needing you to stay. You may wait outside."

Bobby opened his mouth to protest, but Leila took him firmly by the elbow and ushered him out into the hall. "Yes, Mr. Burnham," I heard her say. "I will report to your master that you were extremely enthusiastic in the performance of your duties."

Leila came back into the room and closed the door, locking it behind her. "I cannot stand that creature," she told me conspiratorially. "I do not know why Mr. Northman continues to employ him!"

She had a slight accent, but I couldn't place it. English wasn't her only language, but her accent was obviously Americanized. I usually had an easy time with accents and defiantly with placing language after I heard it – even though I only spoke English. And poorly at that if you asked anyone who knew about that whole 'grammar thing'.

""Thank you," I sighed in relief."I thought he was going to have to watch."

I knew this was a bit foolish, since Eric would rip his eyes out if he saw me disrobe, but I didn't even want him hearing about how I would soon strip. The slimey weasel was probably already picturing it.

"I can tell that you are nervous," she told me. "Why don't you have a seat in the chair before we get started? You've never seen a stylist such as myself before?"

I shook my head nervously and said "It's that obvious, isn't it?"

Leila smiled and made no comment as I sat down. I was close to making sarcastic quips or self deprecating jokes. It was a common defense mechanism of mine. One I knew Eric wanted to crush with an iron fist.

I hadn't expected this level of warmth from her, after the cold and indifferent treatment I'd gotten from Dr. Ludwig. I sat in the chair, and she pulled up the rolling doctor's stool in front of me, putting her elbows on her knees. She took both of my hands in hers and said "We have plenty of time for this session, despite your escort's abruptness. Is there anything that I can do to make this easier for you?"

"I-I'm just a little shy. What exactly are we going to do?" I said, trying to find my voice with this gorgeous woman. "I'd prefer to know ahead of time. No surprises."

Hmm, was I a control freak? Was I a control freak in a relationship with a man who was 10 times worse?

Yes, I think that's a good summary of it all.

"We can do that, let me get my agenda for the day." She walked over to the desk. She grabbed a binder and came back and sat down. She quietly slipped through the pages and I watched her reading something.

"Well, Mr. Northman requires quite a bit today. But We'll be fine; I always deliver. You have to shower, have a colonic, I'll review for any appearance issues for the future," She paused to skim the page, "A few moisturizing treatments, teeth imprints-"

"What?" What the hell was that?

"Oh would you like to do that first? Mr. Northman wants a mold of your teeth."

"Why?" I blurted out, without thinking.

"I'm sure he has his reasons." She said, still smiling.

"Fine." Why not? God I needed some chocolate.

"Great, let me set up."

I closed my eyes and prayed for strength. I managed to not mention Eric so I wouldn't either slip with his name or have to say 'My Master' to this woman I just met. I hope Bobby didn't tell her I was Eric's whore. I wonder if she knew we were in a D/s relationship. I'd gauge how she acted before talking too much.

She came back with a bulky bag n her hand. She reached around me to the side of the exam table and pulled out a tray. I didn't even know all the little features this thing had. She put the bag down.

"The process is simple. I will give you the mould and you'll bite it. We'll do a few of them and then seal them for your master."

Firstly, I had no idea what these things were. I was assuming they were like the things the prosecutor used to convict Bundy since he bit his victims. I may not know about style, but I watched my crime shows. Secondly, still no idea why I was doing this. Finally, she called him my master. Maybe she did know.

She started to open the bag and pulled out another small zip lock baggie. The weird foam thing was in there. It had a label on it and the baggie.

"This is for your front teeth, middle of your mouth."

Okay, so we were doing this in sections. She held it toward my mouth and I was unsure if I should open up or grab it. She came toward me and I opened my mouth. I bit and the material felt odd. My teeth sank right into it and the taste was bland, but still ick. I released and she carefully bagged it up and went for the next one. We started a process. Pull out, bite, release, re-bag, and on to the next one. We did my front teeth, my back on both sides, the whole front half of my mouth, the whole back half, only the lower row (my upper teeth were against plastic), my top teeth only, and two of my whole mouth. We had my teeth on every angle.

She noted that I some cavities. I told her some had been there a while and I hadn't got around to dealing with them. Truthfully, I hated doctors – dentists included – and lacked insurance. But they didn't always hurt, so it wasn't a big deal to me. She didn't seem pleased by her facial expression, but said nothing.

"Alrite….I know you aren't too excited about this, but I'd prefer if we got the cleaning process done right away. Is that okay?" She asked sincerely.

I realized for a moment that I had agreed to a relationship where Eric would rarely if ever ask me about my preferences like Leila was right now. I didn't consider backing out of our arrangement for a second because of it. It was just the reality.

I also realized that I would always have this time away from Eric where I had someone like my new stylist to ask me kind questions like this.

This might provide great balance for me.

"Yea." I said half-heartedly.

"Great. Let me go get my stuff. Cam you disrobe and I'll grab you a cover."

She walked to the cabinet and threw a thin blanket at me. With my now improved reflexes – thank you Eric's blood – I caught it easily. At least I'd be partially covered. She left and I stepped out of the dress. I didn't know exactly what to do so I folded it quickly and left it on the desk. I hoped back up on the table and wrapped the blanket around me.

I waited and felt butterflies in my tummy. I decided I wasn't going to lie, but I was going to omit the blanket if at all possible when I told Eric about my day. I was pretty sure he wanted me comfortable being totally naked and I was covered at the moment.

Leila came back with her equipment and moved around the room. I fidgeted. Repeatedly. She must have noticed my discomfort.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't' you think this is weird?" god, I sounded whiney.

She laughed. "No, plenty of people do this. A lot of celebs and health nuts mostly. And, believe it or not, I have many clients in relationships such as yours." OK, she did know.

"Why?" I didn't know a lot about this.

"Well, you can lose quick weight this way. But its not 100% healthy and even if you call it a cleansing its not – it will rid your body of good and bad stuff. It can alter your electrolytes if you do it repeatedly to drop of pounds. People who really like to be in good health use the colonic with a strict constant diet and a restricted diet of only vegetable juice during the days before and after a cleansing."

She kept setting up as she spoke and paused to hook a hose up to the sink.

"Now, Mr. Northman does not want you to lose weight. He has been clear on that. He also doesn't strike me as being so concerned with health he wants to interfere with how the body cleans itself and have you eat only crazy health food…but I don't find anything weird about him requesting this for you on a semi-regular basis. Trust me, it does become very routine after a while." SomehowIdoubtedthat.

I relaxed a bit. She was so professional and kept going on about the fact that she knew exactly how Eric and I were in private. I couldn't really be embarrassed though – as I said she was so professional and kind.

"So now you should lie back and I'm going to insert this little end piece right here. It may be uncomfortable but not overly painful. I'm going to turn on the water. It might feel slightly painful at times – this will take a little while – but I'll try to keep you comfy."

I leaned back and she propped up the stirrups. I placed my legs in them. The end going into me wasn't very painful. It did however remind me why, exactly, Eric wanted this. I wasn't an idiot. My anal virginity was on its way out the door. I couldn't say I was fiercely holding on to it, but I wasn't in a rush to get rid of it either. It was more unease and fear of pain than anything else.

All in all, I held an extra gallon of water in me for my first time. When my stomach cramped, Leila massaged me and quizzed me on my favorite music. She provided me some of the pop culture news I'd been missing. The waiting after the water was in and the hose was clamped was the hardest and least comfortable. Okay, at some points it damn hurt.

Finally, she told me I could get up and go to the bathroom. She told me to take my time and shower afterward. I didn't have to worry about my hair or scrubbing, just a basic rinse. Surprisingly, it wasn't that embarrassing an experience and I was out wrapped in a towel before I knew it.

She led me to the hair chair and washed my hair. Her fingers were pure magic as she massaged my scalp. She asked if Eric was going to have me dye it again. I told her I didn't know yet. She wrapped my hair tightly in a twist towel and I was back on the table. This time she had me remove the towel and the blanket was already put away. It was a little embarrassing to lie there totally naked. I reminded myself to not cover my body. It took everything I had to remember and refrain from that.

"Let's start with a pedi and work our way up."

I loved pedicures and once she started to rub the lotion into my rough skin, I forgot I was naked. She rubbed a sweet smelling exfoliate into my skin and used her tools to remove the hardened calluses I earned from so many nights working at the bar. She removed the cream with a warm washcloth and moved up my legs. She alternated between just a quick lotion and the exfoliate depending on the condition of my skin. Sometimes we idly chit chatted and other times I was perfectly content to remain silent. Leila also learned I could be ticklish. There was a hint of embarrassment as she neared my more private parts. The embarrassment was both because I was naked and because I found her attractive. I hoped she didn't notice. I then felt guilty – I was with Eric; No one else.

I tried to not get any enjoyment when she smeared the lotion over my breasts. I knew I'd never cheat, but hated even the thought of someone else. It was different if I thought about a celeb (not going to happen) or Marilyn Monroe (she was truly dead). We finally finished. She still hadn't done much with my nails.

"Mr. Northman told me blue was your favorite color so I brought some blue polish for your toes."

I smiled. He could be very sweet. My toes were done quickly and more lotion was applied to my feet. I cringed when she began to file my finger nails. I told her the noise drove me crazy. She lent me her ipod while she finished my manicure. I thought the nail polish was a waste since I always seemed to break my nails, but Eric would figure that out on his own soon enough.

It was time was us to start finishing up. She left while I redressed and asked me if I had any questions. I told her I didn't and thanked her for her work. She was gracious and we parted as new friends. She was going to stay behind to clean up. Bobby was eagerly standing on the other side of the door. I turned back to her and rolled my eyes. She smiled.

"We have to go."

I ignored his tone and followed.

"You know, Master told me to take care of you. I assume he's worried you'll try to leave or misbehave. I don't think he wanted me kept out of the room the whole day. I'll be informing him of this."

"You can do that." I tried to hide my snark. I think the bastard wanted me to go off on him so I would get in trouble.

He stopped abruptly. "Master never tolerates rudeness or insubordination. I've seen him dole out punishment that even a girl like you would cringe from. I'll be telling him about your tone and behavior today."

I refused to back down from his stare. I was mostly unafraid and the little fear I did have I wouldn't show. 'A girl like you'. I wonder who and what this man thought I was. I also wondered why my otherwise intelligent vampire employed him.

He continued to stare at me.

"If you would just be a little nicer, I wouldn't have to write all of this."

He made it sound like it wasn't a threat. But it was. He turned and kept walking. I followed, this time a little more wary. I decided to go for his balls and then his eyes if he came at me again. He really might be stupid enough to try something and that made him scary. Idiots were terrifying.

He dropped me off at the in the living room by the office. He grabbed a case from the coffee table and handed it to me.

"For the Master's eyes only. Ensure he gets it promptly." He ordered.

I didn't bother to remove my dirty look and nodded. I went into the office end locked the door behind me. I began to sneak down the stairs. I punched in the codes at the right time and had about 7 minutes until sunset. Just enough time to pee and brush my hair out for when Eric finally rose.

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