Bad Boy Collection: 10 Steamy Bad Boy Short Stories

Ease up on the make-up, Brenda, I said, turning my face away. Thats way too much mascara.



Brenda gently turned my face back to hers. Will you be still before you make me mess up?



Are you sure you know what youre doing? I asked. I was trying to sit really still but it was hard. I wanted to see what I looked like. I never wore much make-up. I guess I never really needed it. Guys seemed to flock to me anyway without it. I hoped it would be that way this time too.



Of course I know what Im doing, Brenda snapped. I did Karis make-up the last time. And she wasnt complaining.



I chuckled. Ok. Ok. Im sorry. I just dont want to look like a tramp or something.



And I definitely dont want this guy getting ideas and pawing all over me.



She put the finishing touches on the mascara and stepped back to admire her handiwork. Damn Im good, she exclaimed, clapping her hands. You look hot, mama.



Great, I said with a frown. Just what I didnt need. Can I look now?



Brenda turned the chair so that I was facing the mirror. I barely recognized myself. Wow. I was.hot! Whatcha think...?