Balham Beauty
"Aesthetician Nadia transforms faces at her Balham clinic. When actor Marcus needs work before his big audition, she offers him a private treatment that transforms everything."
Marcus's audition was in three days and his face looked like stress personified. His agent recommended Nadia's clinic—supposedly miracles happened there.
The miracle walked in wearing a white coat that struggled to contain curves that weren't very clinical.
Nadia was Moroccan-British, with dark eyes lined in kohl and a thick body that moved with dancer's grace. Her hands, when she assessed his face, were impossibly soft.
"Stress. Dehydration. Bad sleep." She tutted. "You need serious intervention."
"Can you help?"
"I can do more than help." Her smile promised things beyond skincare. "But it'll take time. Commitment. Are you ready?"
The treatment room was part spa, part seduction—dim lights, soft music, aromatic oils. Nadia worked on his face while he lay back, her presence overwhelming.
"Relax. Let me take care of you."
Her hands moved with knowing precision, releasing tension he didn't know he carried. Her body leaned over him, close enough to feel her warmth through the coat.
"How do you feel?"
"Like I'm dreaming."
"Not yet." Her hands paused on his shoulders. "But we can get there."
She stripped off the white coat slowly, revealing a silk slip underneath that showed everything—thick curves, dark skin, the outline of what she wasn't wearing beneath.
"Complete relaxation requires complete trust." She climbed onto the treatment bed, straddling his chest. "Do you trust me?"
"With my life."
"Start with your body. Your life comes later."
She kissed him while her hands worked his shoulders, his chest, lower. Professional touch becoming something personal.
"Turn over."
She massaged his back with oils that heated on contact, then worked down to places that were definitely not professional. When she finally took him inside her, it was with the same precise confidence she brought to everything.
"Yes... that's it... let everything go..."
Her thick body moved above him, surrounding him with warmth and softness and skill. She came quietly, gracefully, then built him to release with hands that knew exactly where to touch.
"The treatment includes aftercare," she said, lying beside him on the narrow bed. "Several sessions. To ensure results last."
"How many sessions?"
"As many as you need." She traced his jaw—somehow already looking better. "Some transformations take time."
"And what do I get?"
"A new face. A new career, maybe." She kissed him softly. "And someone to come home to after auditions."
His Balham beauty had changed more than his appearance. And Marcus knew this was just the beginning of his transformation.