The other day I had to meet with my esthetician for a microdermabrasion appointment ($200), get my brows threaded ($20 plus tip), and get my lash extensions completely redone ($300). I spent $500+ on my appearance in one day. Today I have to meet with my nail tech for a fill in ($20), then I have a consultation for Volbella and preventative Botox, and I’m getting a second laser hair removal treatment for my 😽 (if anyone is interested, $250/session is the discounted rate for new customers at my doctor’s office right now, but tbh they can be as much as $500/session for the Brazilian depending on your area, and most women need about 6+ sessions for the results to be permanent, so do the math). The point is, yeah, it gets expensive, but maintenance is crucial for those of us who are longtime spoiled gfs, fiancées, and trophy wives living with our daddies. There’s no room for complacency just because you think you secured the bag and got the man. Maintaining the illusion of perfection costs time and money, and it’s (his) money well-spent. This world is highly competitive and extremely superficial, so yeah, you kinda need to fix yourself up 💅🏽. Remember how you got him.
Do you want him to trade you in? Obviously not. Do you want him to get tired of fucking you? No! You want him to keep paying that tuition, buy you that cute leather Gucci Dionysus bag, and put you on his life insurance policy!!!
Invest in yourself. It pays! It’s like insurance 💕
EDIT: even if it’s as simple as regular teeth whitening, at home facials, and deep conditioning your hair every week, put some effort into looking your best. I’m not saying you need to start pumping your body full of plastic and fillers just to keep a man. I’m just saying there’s always some cute girl somewhere trying to snag herself a sugar daddy. Don’t let it be yours!
Probably seeing him this Thursday (11/2/17) for the 2nd time ever. For dinner & most likely intimacy.
1st meet I got 2 nice meals with him and a solo mall shopping spree of $300.
Then he Venmo’d me $217 for an elective class I wanna take. Ughh I shoulda lied and said it was $250 or $300 haha he didn’t even question it! Next time 😉
Also, since he sent me $ for class…I shoulda had him send me $ for my hair at the same time 🙄 Oh well…I’ll get it before we get intimate…just incase…but ik he’s a good one 🙌🏻
So far I’ve gotten $517 w/o being intimate and I should be getting another $200 tomorrow or Thursday for my hair.
I’m going to make the list he’s requested. He isn’t really into the idea of allowances from what I can tell. He feels like he’s paying for sex & it’s transactional. The things I’m really wanting & needing are pretty expensive, so I’m good with not doing an “allowance” for a bit…but I’m definitely going to ask for rent & bill money, which is $1,100/mo. So, I’m guessing depending on the month…I could get between $1,500-$3,000??? Maybe more??? Idk we’ll see 🤷🏼♀️
Off the top of my head, here are some of the things on my “list.” The beauty stuff I want is literally to make my life easier & getting ready muchhh faster for me (since I’m in grad school & barely get any sleep, I wanna be able to roll out of bed, but also look good)….
- Laser hair removal (all over): 1st priority is my face…helps makeup go on smoother & helps decrease acne (less chance of clogged hair follicles…has helped a couple people I know)
- Bikini waxes: BUT….I’d rather get laser treatments, so hopefully that’ll work out!
- Monthly membership for massages & facials (I actually literally need massages…my muscles are fucked from poor student posture 😩)
- Lip injections: I’ve already gotten them 3 times…but I need to get at least 1 or 2 more syringes for my desired look. Probably just 1 cause I don’t want it to be too noticeable. So far my own mother hasn’t even noticed! 😂
- Face fillers & botox: I’m almost 27 and I wanna stay looking young. I get tension headaches & TMJ really bad sometimes, so Botox would really help. I want fillers for my smile lines and possibly under eyes.
- MICROBLADING EYEBROWS 🙌🏻. I’ve been wanting this soooo bad!!! To never have to buy brow pencils or take 10-15 minutes to do my brows would be a BLESSING!!!
- Cool sculpting: I’m like a size 2-4ish usually…but since I rarely have time to work out, I’m really flabby rn. My fucking saddle bags are out of control & I’ve always had a little pouch/tummy…even with eating disorders and I was a size 00/0. Sooo yeah…would like a few areas cool sculpted.
- Kybella: melts fat under chin/neck
- Cheeks???: isn’t there some kinda thing you can do to melt some cheek fat?? Cause I need that!
- Soooo much more but right there is a lot of $$$ plus my bills every month. I may have to do some convincing, but that COMES BEFORE SEX!!!! Remember ladies, before sex a man isn’t thinking clearly & afterwards he is. Get all you can BEFORE intimacy!
Prompt: Maybe one where bill got into a fight in the club and you take care of his wounds
Warning: slightlg minor rape attempt if you squint
You huffed frustratedly as you looked at the two dresses in the mirror. Bill decided to have some fun and take you out to the local club to dance. You weren’t much into drinking or dancing but it was a night with Bill so you didn’t mind.
However the one part was that you couldn’t pick out the two dresses you were holding up. One was tight fitting and black with two crossing straps that showed off your cleavage as it went around the neck and the other was a beautiful shimmering mini dress that reminded you of an ocean had slits up the side.
You held the black one up to your body and examined yourself before doing the same with the other dress. You continuously switched between both but you couldn’t tell which one you should wear.
This was your first time going out to a club too—and you were 26.
Bill came in wearing black pants with a white graphic shirt and black blazer looking young yet elegant as always.
“You aren’t dressed yet?” He teased.
“I’m stuck between these two dresses.” You said revealing them to Bill.
He stepped closer and looked at them carefully before deciding, “I like the shimmery one. It matches your beautiful personality well.”
Bill pinched your chin and you blushed before leaving his grasp taking your dress into the bathroom. You fumbled with the zipper for a little bit but eventually you got the dress on.
You noticed it had a low scoop top in the front to reveal some of your cleavage and dipped down way low in the back. The sleeves went down to just above your elbow and you slipped on black converses and styled your hair into a braid style.
You put very light makeup on since you didn’t like to wear a lot of that gunk and stepped out to Bill who was sitting on the bed on his phone. When he heard the door squeak open though he turned to look and his jaw dropped.
You looked so beautiful to him, almost as beautiful as the first time he had talked to you. You walked towards him and Bill noticed that when you walked in the light the dress seemed to move like an ocean.
“Do I look okay?” You asked twirling around clumsily since you weren’t exactly a ballerina, much less graceful, but that’s what Bill loved about you.
“Bill?” You asked noticing him staring.
You tugged down at the bottom of the dress self consciously and Bill didn’t close his mouth until he nearly started drooling. He played it off by coughing once into his fist and wiping the drool off of his face with his blazer sleeve.
“Is it bad?” You asked softly.
“N-No not at all. In fact the complete opposite really.” Bill replied definitely eyeing the cut outs showing even more skin.
He reached out and pulled you towards him wrapping his arms around your hips. You blushed as he nuzzled against your stomach.
“Bill! I’m not pregnant!”
“I just love you so much.” He replied before standing up to kiss you tasting your vanilla flavored lip gloss.
“Now c'mon let’s go.” The man said taking your hand and leading you away.
“Let me grab my coat first!”
You arrived to the club and you couldn’t help but shift nervously. This was your first time ever going to a club. As soon as your feet stepped onto the cement you could feel the heavy beat coming from inside already.
Neon lights decorated the sides of the building showing off alcoholic drinks and the clubs name Neon Moon, which was the most highly exclusive club.
“Bill you got us into Neon Moon?” You asked your eyes wide.
“I may have pulled a few strings and got us in.” He replied.
“Thank you so much!” You said giving him a tight hug.
He smiled and kissed your head, “Your welcome baby. Now c'mon.”
Bill gave his keys to the valet before leading you past the line of people behind a velvet rope. Most of them squealed and fangirled loudly making your ears hurt as the gushed and swooned and screamed at their top of their shrill lungs.
You felt a little undressed noticing them all wearing their thousand dollar jewelry well you had on for jewelry was a black velvet choked and a coiled necklace with a star pendant. You weren’t much into the “bling-bling” since you didn’t want to be one of those high maintenance girls that go every week to get botox injected.
You felt self conscious when you noticed several of them were glaring flaming daggers towards you because you were his girlfriend. Bill distracted you though by taking your hand and helping to hurry you past the line.
At the front was a woman who looked like her daddy was a rich millionaire. She had a real diamond crown and bachelorette sash, enough diamond jewelry to weigh as much as a small sized dog, a short and very, VERY revealing diamond coated dress, fake orange tan, enough makeup to make your eyes water, and long ass fake nails that looked like they could gouge someone’s eyes out without trying.
How was she even able to stand on those 7 inch stilettos covered in, of course, diamonds. Bill payed no attention to her and walked up to the the burly guard who looked like he only ate raw steaks and protein shakes daily.
Just standing right outside the door you could feel the thudding even more. You could literally feel the music cause the bones in your feet to rumble with the heavy beat. The bodyguard nodded without Bill or you needing to say anything and unclipped the red velvet rope in front of the door.
Bill waved to his fangirls which caused them to squeal and shriek one last time before he lead you in. You walked down a short hallway before arriving to the actual club. As soon as you entered there was a metal railing in front with two curved stair cases on both sides around it.
Around the sides of the upper floor was tables lit with fluorescent lanterns for people who wanted to dine more than dance. If you went down the stairs you could arrive to the dance floor that was was full of people.
There was a bar on the left and a dj booth up front where a well known dj was playing the sick beats. You awed as you walked over to the railing looking at all the people. Bill grinned and took your hand from the railing leading you down into the dance floor.
Bill quickly joined in dancing and you looked around timidly before dancing along. Gradually you got into it and were laughing as you danced with Bill who was smiling because you were having fun.
You especially looked beautiful under the black lighting so the ocean dress looked more planet or a galaxy themed. Eventually Bill lead you over to the bar and you held your breath noticing the bar tender was smoking.
It was already hot and hard to breath as is but the choking smell of the burning cigarette made you want to run outside to at least get a gasp of air.
“How can I help you?” He yelled over the music blowing cigarette smoke in your direction which you waved away not caring if it was a rude gesture.
“I’ll have a shot of whiskey and the lady would like a Pineapple Sunrise.” Bill said.
He knew you too well. The bartender nodded and walked away allowing you to breath.
“You okay?” Bill asked over the music.
You nodded well pressing your hand to your chest, “Yeah just the cigarette smoke…”
“I understand.” He replied nodding.
The bartender returned with your drinks and you thanked him before taking a sip. You didn’t drink alcohol often so when you did you liked to get ones with barely any or else you’d be on the floor rolling around and giggling like last time.
After you finished your drinks you went back into the dance floor a little buzzed. Well you were dancing you noticed a man at the bar who kept staring at you. Judging by his expensive looking suit was a millionaire who came here often.
“Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Bill announced before walking off.
You nodded and joined in with a group of older woman who were loud and clearly intoxicated but clearly they did like you. You danced with them for a bit until you felt a hand grab your arm.
You quickly turned around expecting Bill only to see it was the man who’d been eyeing you for the past 15 minutes. You had to admit he was kind of handsome but not as handsome as Bill.
You felt sick noticing him seemingly trace your curves taking in your smooth legs and especially taking interest in how short your dress was. You tried to tug arm away but his grip was tight and he only squeezed harder.
“Let go!” You snapped finally ripping your arm away.
“Sorry baby, but you look mighty fine.” He commented running his hand down your neck.
You slapped him hard enough to cause a few people in the crowd to stare. He chuckled and only grinned, “I like the feisty ones.”
You squeaked as he suddenly pulled you to his chest and you could smell alcohol radiating off of him like week old trash. You gagged and tried to get away but he only grabbed your hand you were shoving his shoulder with and sloppily danced around like he was at a ballroom.
“Let me go!” You struggled before eventually kneeing him straight in the nuts.
“Ow! I love you.” He commented.
You looked around frantically for Bill or at least a bouncer but you couldn’t find anyone. He grinned and you slapped his hands away trying to walk off only for him to pull you back towards him.
“Get away from me you fucking pervert!” You spat.
You noticed Bill coming out of the restroom and frantically called for him which equally just as quickly got his attention. He saw you and noticed the man trying to pull you to his chest.
He stormed over and quickly shouted, “Hey dude what the hell do you think your doing?!”
The millionaire snorted at Bill and replied, “What do you think I’m doing? She’s a might fine bitch.”
You raised your fist about to punch him but Bill stopped you, “C'mon let’s go.”
“Your just gonna leave? Huh? Pussy!”
Bill continued to walk on with you until the man attacked and grabbed Bill by the shoulder before landing a heavy blow to his face. The crowd dispersed and you took a couple steps back yourself nearly tripping over your own feet.
The man grinned feeling victorious but Bill was from Sweden. He revealed his bruised cheek and bloody nose to the crowd before attacking the man as well making them awe as if this was from a movie.
You watched concerned as they fought mostly Bill just trying to protect himself. Eventually the man pushed Bill onto the bar and began to repeatedly punch him in the face. You knew you couldn’t be a bystander anymore.
“GET OFF OF HIM!” You screamed running over and ripped the man off of Bill throwing him onto the floor.
“Bill are you okay?” You asked concerned cupping his face.
His nose was definitely broken and his face was swollen and bruised in some places.
“Yeah I’m fine.” He grunted.
Before you could speak again the drunk man attacked you this time grabbing you by your hair and yanking you away from him and punched you in the face feeling the force itself. Despite how much pain you were feeling you stomped on his foot making him cry out and let you go.
He slapped you and you fell to the floor your cheek bleeding from his ring scratching against it. Bouncers finally arrived just as the man was about to attack you again and tackled him to the ground before man handling him outside.
You stumbled over to Bill and saw he was standing up just fine despite his face being covered in blood and bruises.
“You okay?” You asked again.
He nodded, “Yeah I just think we should head home now.”
“You might wanna wash off though.”
You lead Bill to the women’s bathroom and with a wet paper towel gently helped him clean all the blood off. His nose was thankfully not broken—at least not enough to notice but he did have a few noticeable scratches and bruises on his face.
“Do I still look handsome?” He asked.
“Even if your face gets smashed in you’ll still always be handsome.” You replied kissing his bruised cheek.
He chuckled softly you continued to wipe off the blood knowing when you went home you needed to clean his wounds more throughly.
You had driven the way home since you were sure Bill had a minor concussion and was very obviously in no condition to drive. You had just gotten a minor cut and a bloody nose with a bruised cheek but otherwise you were perfectly fine.
Not so much the same for Bill.
You had to lead him to the bathroom pulling out your first aid kit to address his wounds. You hummed as you carefully dabbed a cotton ball with disinfectant on a small cut on his cheek.
He hissed lightly and squinted but otherwise was mostly quiet which clearly concerned you. When you were bandaging his knuckles you finally asked, “Why are you so quiet?”
“What are you talking about?” Bill asked.
“You’ve been quiet for so long it’s concerning. Do you feel bad for leaving me?”
The man shifted and you could tell you had hit the nail on the head.
“You feel guilty for leaving me?” You repeated.
“Yeah…” He sighed.
After finishing bandaging his knuckles you gently kissed each one making him smile softly, “Why do you feel like your to blame?
"Because when I walked away that predator attacked and…ya know. I lost.”
“Trust me Bill you didn’t lose. Cuz you still got the girl.” You said kissing him on the lips.
He smiled and pulled you onto his lap making you giggle, “That is true.”
He leaned in for another kiss and you accepted. He reached for the back of your dress and you slapped his hands away, “Careful cowboy your already going to be feeling it in the morning.”
“Taking you out the club and seeing you dirty dancing in a sexy dress was so worth it though.”
“(Name) do we have anymore Advil?”
“Told ya you were going to feel your pain in the morning.”
“I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad!”
“Well it does and because you left me now you get to experience the karma.”
“What karma? I saved you.”
“You lost the fight. Well, partially lost.”
“I did it because I love you.”
“Don’t worry baby I love you too~ but we ain’t going out to another club for a while.”
Epilogue: Yaaaaaay I’m done with this request! I know I say this about all my requests but I like this one. I like all of them I’m sorry I can’t pick just one to like XD! Thanx for reading! :D!
“More patients than I’ve ever witnessed in the past are complaining of jaw clenching and pain,” says Washington, D.C., dermatologist Tina Alster who practices just two blocks from the White House and has noticed a steep uptick in requests to help relax tense masseters (one of the muscles that move our jaws) with Botox.
Jensen lets out a huge sigh of relief pulling into his four car garage. He throws his dark gray SUV into park and hauls ass into his country styled house, suitcases in tow. He’s finally made it home to Austin after a grueling few weeks of shooting nonstop.
Sighing dramatically, Jensen decides it’s time to stuff his face with junk food and catch up on Game of Thrones. Humming to himself, he makes way down the hall until loud noises catch his attention. Is that a Seinfeld rerun playing?
For a split second, the thought that someone broke in crosses Jensen’s tired mind. His dumb ass quickly remembers that the house has an extensive alarm system so the noise must be from you.
You being his long time best friend that randomly checks on the house when he’s gone. Other than his parents and Jared, you’re the only one he trusts to do that. You’re one of the few he trusts in general actually.