Chapter 13

• After being primped, waxed, plucked, trimmed, and scrubbed, Ava was feeling like the crew of beauty gurus had prepared her like a Thanksgiving turkey, and she was being offered up to the vampire for a special dinner. Every inch of her was slick and shiny and Rebecca took it upon herself to do a full inspection, even going as far as to check her teeth and undercarriage like a prized pony.
• “Whoa! What the fuck are you doing?” Ava squealed as Rebecca spun her around and shoved her over to inspect her back side.
• With a tisk, the woman shook her head. “She needed bleaching but she is a vanilla. We wouldn’t want her having any chafing. This will have to do.”