A dark story.

Heidi Monroe was twenty-four, drop-dead gorgeous, rich as hell, and a shallow as a puddle of water. She was a grown child who had been given everything to her in life and expected to live a life of style and luxury. Never a day or work. Never a day of hardship.

Despite her beauty, she was insecure about herself and as vain as you could be. Everything had to be perfect and she was known to have complete meltdowns when things were not up to her impossible standards. A hair off at the salon would send her into abusive anger and god help the poor tailor whose dress wasn't perfect. It didn't matter to her that supermodel proportions are, in fact, very difficult to actually make a dress that fit perfectly to, it didn't matter. Even if nothing was wrong, which often nothing was wrong, she would invent a reason. Nothing pleased her childish ego.

So, when she heard of this exclusive new clinic with a new beauty treatment, she had to have it. She managed to get in quickly. She attributed it to her strong will and "knowing what she wants". After all, she deserves the best of everything, right? So what if that woman on the phone says they're booked? Fuck her! Some fucking servant is telling her she can't have something. Once she got there, she'd have that little cunt fired. Price for telling her no.

On the day she was supposed to show up, she dressed very nicely, a smart white dress, tan pantyhose, and very chic over the knee white boots with a stiletto heel. She wanted to look her very best.

Now, she had been told she needed to come for a initial assessment so they could determine her specific beauty treatment. She told them no, if they were too incompetent to do it in one session, they shouldn't be in business. Didn't they know who she was, how busy she was? They quickly agreed to her request.

She came in with an arrogant air to her, and walked right up to the receptionist.

"I'm here."

"And your name is...?" The average looking woman asked.

"I'm here. You know who is on the list. Are you stupid?"

"Oh... yes." The woman said. "One moment, your treatment is waiting."

"That's better. And I don't like waiting. Someone should have been here already. You know, I'm very disappointed with all of this. Exclusive. What a pathetic joke."

"Oh, it is exclusive." She said as she hit a button on her phone.

"Yes?" A male voice asked.

"She's here." The woman said.

"I'll be there in right away."

A few seconds later, a tall, older man came out.

"Yes, I'm Dr. Nelson. You must be Heidi. Quite a pleasure to see you today."

"It's about time! Oh, and your secretary, or what she is, was very rude and stupid. Please fire her."

"We can discuss that, but first, let's discuss your beauty treatment..."

As they walked away, the receptionist had to smile darkly. She didn't like the abuse these entitled, vain, stupid women and men threw at her, but this job did have a satisfaction to it that came later.

She went back to work, seeing others and having them be directed where they needed to be. Soon, it was time to stop receiving people, and she closed down the entrance.

She then sat back down. It was only three in the afternoon, but she would be there several hours longer. It would soon be time to see the clients out.

Soon, she saw the first client to be seen out. She looked over as she heard the heels of the tall, white stiletto boots clicking on the floor. She then saw the tall figure dressed largely in white walk up to her and smile, his laugh lines showing more on his middle-aged face.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Daniels. Is everything to your satisfaction?"

"Perfectly." He said. "My neck is a bit sore, but that's to be expected, I'm told." A soft, perfectly manicured hand with white nails felt around the base of his neck, alternately touching soft, feminine skin and a freshly shaved middle-aged male neck.

"It is, sir. Here, this card is for your next appointment at our second location, and this is the medication list and when to take them."

"Thank you very much, Miss..."

"Iris. Not my real name, but what I go by here. You understand, of course."

"Of course." He said. "Well, I will be off. Oh, the tailor?"

"Oh, yes, I thought they had given that you to prior to this. I was told..."

"Oh, yes, you're right, sorry, just memory fog from the sedatives. Yes, the rest is sorted out, you are right. Thank you."

"You are most welcome. Oh, and, if you would, please use the side entrance, the one that adjoins the small garage? For obvious reasons, we do not have you use the front entrance after our 'treatment'."

"Yes, that makes sense. Thank you."

He then turned and walked away, his ass in a bit of an exaggerated shake as he walked away. Or, maybe not, maybe he was just unsteady in heels. In fact, that was more likely. He struck her as the type that would have little experience in that regard.

Iris got up from behind her desk and saw him go out the side entrance, one which was not viewable from anywhere up front. Damn, he now has nicer legs than she does!

She had a few minutes before the next client. She walked back to check on Heidi. Or, more specifically, the clean-up.

She found the right room, and looked in. She smiled. They had cleaned it perfectly. You would never know she was here. Her head would be dealt with accordingly, along with his body and the rest of the medical "waste". She had to laugh at that. Heidi had been so arrogant, so entitled, so vain and now the only parts of her worth keeping just walked out the side entrance! She smiled darkly. Best customer service job she ever had!