Not a saleswoman

Chapter 9

I wake up very drowsy calling Doctor Douma. Lola is next to my bed and caresses my cheek. “It's gone, my dear. It is gone…” I open my eyes and see her face. “Lola…?” “Yes, Monday. You had a bad first day, but that bratties won't hurt you again. Also, Doctor Douma has put me in charge of your protection." Lola is a tall muscular yet athlethic woman, with a lot of self confidence. I smile and grab her hand. She kisses my forehead. “You slept a lot. It is ten minutes to your appointment at the hairdresser. So you will have a quick meal, get dressed and we will head out there”. I nod. She grabs a baby bottle from the nighttable and put the nipple on my lips. “Mmm, no…” “Doctor's orders” She says sternly. I suck all the content and go the bathroom to pee. It still aches but it is not inflammated. When I come back from the bathroom, Lola has prepared my outfit over the bed. Plain white underwear (cup A), high waist jeans, black tank top, black and red checked button down shirt and sneakers. I begin to dress when Lola enters the room. “Wait!” I turn to her. She has a buttplug on one hand and a lube tube on the other. “Bend over the bed.” I do and she inserts two lubed fingers in my rectum. “Wow!” “Do not whine, silly. You know you can accept bigger things.” She laughs. I blush. She pulls out her fingers and inserts the buttplug. “Come on! Get dressed! We are almost late.” I dress quickly and Lola decides I wear the button shirt knotted and showing my tank top. I give a glance to the mirror and think it is cool. We walk through the corridor to an elevator. It stops and the doors open to reveal a loft. The walls are covered in mirrors and there is a barber chair in front of a wall. A woman greets Lola with a french kiss. “Hi! I am Pradita. I will be your stilyst during your stay in Doctor Douma's hospital. How are you, Monday?” “Oh, hi! I am well.” She is a young very pretty indi woman with big eyes and naturally tan skin. “Please, have a seat.” I sit on the barber chair and Pradita adjusts the backrest so my head rests on the border of a sink. Lola explains Doctor's orders to Pradita while I realize that the ceiling is also covered with mirrors. Lola says bye and leaves. “Well, my dear I will begin washing your hair.” I smile. She opens the tap and moisten my hair with warm water. She massages my scalp and I sigh relaxed. I close my eyes. She applies shampoo. It has an intense wonderful smell that invades my nostrils. Pradita checks I am relaxed and eyes closed. Opens a valve, grabs a black rubber mask and puts it near my mouth and nose. The gas smells like the shampoo so I can not see any difference. I feel very dizzy and try to open my eyes but my eyelids are so heavy… Pradita smiles and presses the mask against my face. “Good boy…”