Sally and I usually bitch about Killer and Stryker. While Sally and Stryker have a different kind of relationship than Killer and I do, we still complain about them. Stryker wants more than she can give him after the death of Killian, a member of the Wild Kings MC. I want more with Killer than he’d ever be willing to give me. He’s definitely not a one-woman type of guy. I’ve seen the proof way too many times to count. I’m just the one he won’t have sex with for some reason. The girl who’s always around because of my situation and relationship with Kim. More often than not, I feel as if I’m in the way and people from the club only hang out with me because they feel sorry for me. Not a single one of them need to pity me or keep me around to keep Kim happy.
“I’ll give you a makeover and we’ll use that to put pictures of you on your profile. How does that sound?” she asks, already looking over me as if to see what we can do.
“I guess we can. I have to warn you, I don’t have much in the way of clothes here with me. Fox hasn’t let me get the rest of my things from Killer’s house for some reason. So, I’ve got what he packed me and I’m not sure it’s all that good for a makeover. Plus, I don’t have any make-up or anything here,” I state, looking around the barren room at the duffle bag of clothes sitting in the corner.
Sam jumps from the bed and makes her way over to the bag. She rifles through what’s in there, pulling out a pair of jeans with holes in all the right places along with a tank top I normally wear to bed because it’s one of the more daring ones I have. It shows way too much skin and I’m not sure that’s an image I want to portray on a dating website. I give her a doubtful look as she lays the outfit on the bed.
She also pulls out a cute black dress I have along with a pair of shorts and a flowing shirt that hangs off one shoulder. It’s one of my favorite outfits because it lets me feel like a woman, but conceals most of my body at the same time. Knowing she has the outfits I’ll be wearing set; Sam moves on to picking up her bag and going through it. after pulling out a few smaller bags, she motions for me to move over and sit on the bed.
Once I’m where she wants me, Sam leaves my room for a few minutes. She rushes back in with a curling iron. Well, Kim now knows I’m getting a makeover. This should be interesting.
‘I’m going to get your make-up for the first outfit done and then we’ll curl your hair. That okay with you?” she questions me, looking at my face because I can’t lie without giving myself away.
“I guess so. You’re in charge for this part,” I respond to her, letting her take control of the situation for a few minutes.
We talk about random things as Sam works her magic on me. Like I said, I don’t do my make-up more than a little eyeshadow and some mascara. Sam is going all out though. I’m not even sure what she’s putting all over my face right now. At least until she begins to brush eyeshadow on my lids. Before I can open them again, she makes me keep them closed. I feel her running something over them and then I feel the mascara wand being swept across my lashes.
Once she’s done putting make-up on me, she steps back and holds out a mirror for me to see her handy work. I study my reflection in the small handheld mirror. The person staring back at me doesn’t look like me. This woman has dark eyeshadow with the line going past my eye. My lips are painted in the neutral color while my cheeks have an almost golden tint to them. I love the look but it’s not something I could pull off on my own. Not by a long shot.
“What do you think?” she asks, holding her breath as she waits for my answer.
“I love it!” I reply honestly. “I’m not sure I can recreate this on my own. I’d probably end up looking like a clown.”
We both giggle like schoolgirls as the image of me trying to capture this look fills our heads. I’ve never hidden the fact I’m clueless about this kind of stuff. However, I can joke about it because it doesn’t rule me. If I want to get a look like this, the other women will help me. If I want to do my own thing, they let me. That’s why we all fit together so well.
The ol’ ladies of the club, including Sally and me, stick together. We support one another when one of the other women are going through something. We’re the ones hanging out when there’s a party at the clubhouse. We even cook together for family dinners and other club events. It’s always us against the men and the world when it comes down to it. I’ll never be more grateful than I am right now for meeting these women and having them in my life. Even the ones I’m not as close to.
As soon as my hair is done, Sam ushers me into the bathroom so I can put on the tank top and jeans. My feet remain bare because no one needs to see if I’m wearing shoes or not. When I emerge from the bathroom, she’s instantly fixing my hair before snapping a few pictures on her phone. I try to shy away from the camera, but she doesn’t let me.
“Gwen, we have to put pictures of you on the site when you create your profile. Are you really trying not to have your picture taken?” she questions me, placing a hand on her hip while staring at me.
“You know I hate my picture taken.”
“I know. This is all part of getting you out of your comfort zone a little bit. You’ll have to get used to it if you’re going to meet anyone or start talking to guys on a dating site,” she assures me, trying to calm my nerves about my picture being taken.
Sam goes through the pictures she’s taken of me in this outfit before sending me to the bathroom to put the next one on. As I’m closing the door she reminds me to wash the make-up from my face. I do as she instructs, making sure my face is clean so she can once again make me look different from the person I usually am.
If I’m being honest with myself, I’m having fun with the impromptu make-over session. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. There aren’t any guys around to distract us and Kim and Fox are leaving us alone. If he’s even home yet. Fox left earlier to head to the clubhouse to do some work for a while. Kim still isn’t feeling the best, so I’ve been giving her some space to be alone. I let her rest, only checking on her periodically.
We go through the same routine with all three outfits. Each time my make-up is done and I look in the mirror, I’m blown away by the look Sam has created for me. Especially the last one when she pretty much does my make-up as I usually do. Barely anything covering my face and keeping my appearance as natural as possible.
By the time we’re done, I’m getting more used to her snapping pictures of me. Though she won’t let me see what they look like. Sam keeps telling me I can’t see until we upload them to the site. Now, that’s all we have left to do. I’m getting even more nervous because I’m about to be more out of my comfort level than I ever have been before.
Grabbing my laptop, Sam types in the name for one of the more popular sites. I’ve seen it advertised on late night TV when I can’t sleep. Or wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. We go through the questions one-by-one and Sam puts in whatever I answer. When it comes time to upload the pictures, she keeps her phone and the site hidden until she’s done. Once everything is ready to go, she makes my profile visible and turns the screen toward me.
I gasp in shock as the three pictures of me fill the screen. This is the first time I’ve seen myself in a picture and I’m blown away. While I still look extremely shy, there’s a carelessness and freedom about me. One I’ve never witnessed on my face in all my life. It’s a look I want to keep building on and ensure is there every single day.