Female Mirror

Long, black hair, curled, teased and sprayed into a flowing cascade of hair, flowed down the large, pouted breasts of the cat of seduction. Black tights stuck like a second skin, partnered with a simple white tank top which was a canvas for a rusted, black rosary bead, cross necklace. Deeper then blood red nails rounded perfectly, swept back hair falling in front of smokey shadowed and lushly lashed eyes. The skin which sprung youthfully over high cheekbones held very little imperfections and it was almost like the girl knew she looked eye grabbing as she strutted down the cobble walkway in faux-fur topped boots with a block heel.
As she entered through the pristine sliding glass doors, laughing confidently at a male friends joke, she turned her direction towards the closing elevator doors. The elevator looked like it was tight enough with five people already nervously positioned inside, but the young, dark haired boy with slightly too chubby cheeks inserted his hand between the closing panels of steel. But his hand was waved back inside by her male companion as they waited for the next elevator.
They confidently stepped inside their rising steel-box chariot and she quickly scrunched her hair at the roots, flicked back her fringe and put her 60's inspired sunglasses back inside their sheer case. She glanced back at the mirror to notice the third male in the elevator glancing down at her chest and then quickly doing a once over her but averting immediately back at her chest. With a smile she thought her mornings hard work was proven well if she could at least make one person happy, even if it wasn't exactly pure thoughts.
The morning routine consisted of a quick shower, which would further detail the removal of unnecessary hairs, the severe exfoliating of skin from head to toe, the softening of cuticles, the full removal of any traces of make up, in between hair wash hair protein spray and unscented body lotion to soften the skin.
This was followed by a quick once over spray of medium tanning mist, silky smooth deodorant, cuticles being pushed back, nails being given a once over smoothen and face being primed.
Make-up consisted of a routine she had beaten down to five minutes, including fluid foundation, concealer, setting powder, eye shadow smoked around the eye, light eyeliner, curling lashes, mascara, more lash curling, a little more mascara, blush, eyebrow shaping and filling in and lipgloss.
She follows her makeup by spraying heat protectant throughout her hair and over her hair extensions laying on her lap. As she heats her curling wand and hair straightener she combs through her extensions then clips them into the places they are trained to go every single day. The next fifteen minutes is devoted to curling with the wand and soft tousling with the straightener. A last mist of hair spray announces the trial of the wardrobe.
Although the weather was already creating a little sweat on the back of her neck she decided to still continue with her outfit. She took her daily photo of her outfit to send to her boyfriend at work so he felt involved and she walked out the door.
Well that is what she wanted people to believe how she got ready in the morning.
Her shower every morning leaves her skin tight, red and aching. Often leaving her skin sometimes dry. All the sprays and scrubs for her skin are to control the various issues she has with them. Well as best to their power she hoped. She was often left with tiny streams of blood down her legs from shaving to fast and they stung under water.
The spray tan would often turn her skin a strange colour if she applied it wrong, resulting in the need to wear long cover up clothing.
The make up process was one she spent hours developing so she knew she looked good but could do very quickly. She still was often left with greasy skin, flakey foundation, miss-shaped eyebrows, smudged eyeliner and globs of mascara in her eye. Which would mean more time correcting her mistakes.
Her hair was inspired by Kim Kardashian and Nicole Scherzinger with a little twist of her own. But she hated doing her own hair. She would rather spend time doing her friends hair.
The secret to her pouty breasts was an already voluptuous E cup but also her secret Playboy bra's to boost them too their full potential. She struggled with putting her tights on as her false nailed would snag on the material. And her boots gave her sore baby toes.
And if you look closely enough, her nails have traces of green nail polish surfacing from the corners from the last coat to develop the deep red. The paint was chipping and there were scratches in them from being stuck in objects.
Everything about her from the outside may have spoken elegantly about confidence and sex appeal, but really, only few saw her imperfections and loved them as much as she hated them. But when she walked through public she was an object which seemed to aim for perfection. Secretly, she didn't care what they thought, but only hoped to brighten at least one persons day with a smile.
I often wonder why do all of that every morning for such a meager result, but it is the truth of what females do. Some do it for attention, other's do it to make themselves feel better. Myself, I do it for a smile. And yes, that was me, today.

Keep strutting.
The cat of seduction,
AccidentlySarah xx