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THE STRINGPOINT GROUP

"I feel his warm mouth everywhere"

Friday

“Put on comfortable clothes,” Pauline had said. We are organizing the opening of a new restaurant on the Zuidas. I can keep the guest list and Pauline, well, what does she actually do? Socialize, I guess. But I think she tried to frame me because I'm severely underdressed in my sneakers and jeans. Almost all the ladies present are wearing dresses and sky-high heels.

What is also striking is that most of the women are young and the men are middle-aged. And that a lot of women have had something done to themselves. Most are super slim, but do have a big bust, a tiny nose and puffed up lips. When I go to the bathroom, I take a good look at myself in the mirror. I'm almost 34 and it shows. I already get some wrinkles here and there, and I already have a few gray hairs.

My nose can still get through with it, but my lips are actually too thin and my cheeks too flat. I pull them up a bit and push my mouth forward a bit. You see? That immediately makes me look a lot prettier. Maybe botox is a good idea. What would that actually cost? I start searching on my phone, but get an app from Pauline. 'Where are you? I don't have time to do that guest list all night." I sigh. I hate her. I really hate her.

Pauline immediately walks away. She never asks if I want something to eat. The waiters who deliver the snacks are too far away. Fortunately, I'm standing next to the champagne bar and only have to beckon for a glass, which means that a few hours later I'm spinning on my legs. I am therefore happy when the end of the evening is in sight and Chris joins me. He asks if I had a nice evening. And reckless from the drink, I answer, "As long as Pauline wasn't around, she was."

“From the first moment she tries to get me out,” I say. "I get all the shitty chores and she's constantly pulling the fun stuff." For the sake of convenience, I forget that I also ruin things by forgetting them, for example. I falter on my legs. "I'm drunk, sorry," I say and lean against Chris.

"Maybe I should take you home," Chris replies. He puts an arm around me and we walk to the parking garage. When he gets home, he walks upstairs with me without being asked. “I'm interested in you,” he says. I squeeze my eyes shut. Actually, I had decided not to have sex with other men anymore. Not with my brother-in-law, not with my boss, just with Mark. But on the other hand I felt very let down by him yesterday.

I let myself fall on my bed. "Sorry Chris, I'm dead tired," I say. Chris helps me out of my shoes, my jeans, my blouse, bra and panties. Then he takes off his own clothes. “You don't have to do anything at all,” he says. "Just to lie down." I close my eyes. Chris gives me little kisses all over my body. Moments later I feel his warm mouth everywhere. He can do fantastic tricks with his tongue. Phew, my boss really is a boss in bed.

Saturday

It feels a bit awkward waking up next to Chris and apparently he feels the same way himself, because before I know it he's gone. I don't mind either, because I would have found it very uncomfortable to spend the weekend with him. Tomorrow Ella will return home, so I now have some time to browse the websites of various clinics.

Actually, I should also think about my birthday. It will be in three weeks. But who do you need? My sister? I've never thrown a party without her. I also know that she has had some treatments done, but no idea where and what that cost. According to my mother, Maarten and she are still separated. If only I had never slept with her husband.

I click through the sites of various cosmetic clinics. Botox is not that bad, but fillers… there are clinics where I can have it enlarged for 160 euros, but others even ask 500 for it. I can never afford the latter, especially if I no longer have a job after December. But is such a cheap clinic reliable? I really have no idea.

I hesitate, then resolutely pick up my phone and call my sister. “Frederique”, I say hesitantly as she answers. “With Laura. Can I please visit you? I need your advice.”

© The Stringpoint Group

 

bron: de Telegraaf

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