Chapter 4: Karma POV

I reluctantly drove to Aunt Jackie's house. I do not want to do this, but a promise is a promise. I know Aunt Jackie is trying to prove a point, but for whose benefit hers or mine? When I arrive, I just go straight in. I do not even bother to knock. The first thing I see is Aunt Jackie waiting for me with a smile on her face. I walked with her to my mother's old room. There on the bed is an outfit that looks too small for me.

"I am so glad you got here on time. We needed to get you ready. I am so excited for you; I feel like this is your coming-out party. I have a special mask for you tonight", she said with excitement.

"And what is so special about it?", I asked worriedly.

"The man who has the matching mask will be yours for the night", she said, smiling like the fucking Grinch. Lord help me.

"What does that mean?", I asked.

"Gez, girl, you should stick around and learn the business. For every mask, there is a matching one that was sent out to the people I invited. So, the rules for the night are whoever mask matches, it is the guest's task to conquer the person. The guess is to approach the person with the matching mask, not the other way around. And the mask must stay on all night, under no circumstances must the masks come off", she said, smiling.

"Okay, some random dude is to walk up to me and I am supposed to just go with it? I can't choose whom I will be talking to", I asked, shocked he thought this was a good idea.

"Yup, the mask is handed out randomly so I have no control of who is, matches with who", she said, clapping her head and smiling.

"Okay, I will go change now", I said, kind of pissed off.

"Nope, you need to prepare", she said, dragging me to her room.

She filled her tub. I watched as she poured some rose oil into it. Rose oil is her favorite. It costs five hundred dollars an ounce. Aunt Jackie only uses it when she has clients who are paying her hundreds of thousands of dollars for an hour with her. I took off my clothes as the tub filled once it did. I slowly got into it. Aunt Jackie is humming as happy as she can be.

Walking around the bathroom and opening cabinets makes a whole lot of noise. She threw a luffa at me; it was made of an actual sea sponge. I started to wash as Aunt Jackie walked out of the bathroom with small bottles in her hand.

After I washed, I dried myself up, Aunt Jackie sat me down at her vanity and started doing my make-up. Now I see what she was grabbing, this is her top-of-the-line makeup. Then she applies makeup on my face, which makes no sense because I am going to be wearing a mask. She mainly focused on my eye makeup. Some mascara, eye shadow, and stiletto red lipstick.

Next was my hair in one of the bottles. It was some type of hair oil. She put it on my hair, then she blew and dried my hair and it curled instantly. She did some touch-ups on my hair for some of my stubborn curls. I love wearing my hair curly but sometimes it can be a hassle that I do not want to deal with. When I finally looked in the mirror, my, my, I must say she did one hell of a job. The makeup is one point. She gave me golden smokey eyes which looked amazing on my cinnamon skin.

She gave me an address and I told you to look. I have her the hardest eye roll I can muster. I walked to my mom's old room down the hall from Jackie. Aunt Jackie always kept the room available so I could have it when I wanted it. In my room on the bed is the outfit Aunt Jackie picked out for me.

The outfit is nice but it shows too much skin for my liking. It is a metallic gold lace corset with a matching garter. Instead of panties, there is a very short shirt made of real peacock feathers. Where the hell did she get this outfit from real lace and real peacock feathers? The mask is of metallic lace, as well, matching the corset.

Before I got dressed, Aunt Jackie made me stand in the middle of the room and put some gold substance on my body. Then she helped me get dressed. When I finished getting dressed, she walked me to the floor-length mirror so I could check myself out. Damn, I look like a fucking Goddess. My whole body is shining, well more like shimmering. I look at my mid-section and it does not show at all behind the corset.

The corset makes my waist look smaller as well as makes my ass pop out more. I think that is kind of misleading. Like I would not want a guy to be wearing a face six-pack. My breast sits up nicely. Damn, I look good. I do a full three hundred and sixty turns.

"Damn", I whispered.

"Right, I have a beautiful niece. Karma, other than me, you have a vision of a Goddess the envy of all women. And you should be worshiped", Aunt Jackie said with a smile.

"Sure, Aunt Jackie, one night, and that is it. Do not think you are luring me into the family business, Aunt Jackie", I said, trying not to roll my eyes.

"Damn look at the time, it is already past ten. Wait here ten more minutes, then come down", she said, smiling.

"Why", I asked nervously.

"An entrance is the most important thing, my dear. When you hear the music change, come downstairs", she said, smiling.

"Fine", I huffed and kept looking at myself. I can't believe I look this damn good.