When Darcy Realizes She's In Over Her Head
THE NEXT DAY
Darcy spent the next day in a whirlwind of shopping and preparation. She had no idea why it took so much fuss, or why she let them talk her into this. Jane had canceled all work in the lab for what she, Pepper, and Nat deemed a ‘girl’s day’ and they took Darcy to all types of boutiques trying to find the right look. The entire time, though enjoying all the attention and fun, Darcy was 85% sure she was going to chicken out and not go through with it. But the girls, especially Nat, were determined to help her feel beautiful enough that she’d be confident and seductive later.
After selecting the right outfit in the morning and a brief lunch, Nat decided it was time to work with Darcy on her routine in her personal ballet studio.
Darcy sighed in frustration for the 15th time. “Nat I feel stupid, this is stupid, and I’m going to make a fool of myself. Seriously, I look like a 70 year old grandma trying to seduce the quarterback of the football team.”
“Darcy, you just need to get out of your own head. You’re actually pretty good, you have a firm basis to work with because of the stripper classes.” Nat said from her spot behind her in the mirror.
“Pole dancing classes.” Darcy corrected.
“I think we both know they were stripper classes.” Nat smirked.
Darcy rolled her eyes, refusing to smile because she was stubborn. “Can’t you just make a routine for me and I copy it?” She whined.
“Again, the answer is no for many reasons. One, seeing me dance will not help your confidence in the matter, no offense. Two, if I created the dance, it would not be genuine and you wouldn’t be as comfortable doing it. And finally, three, you’ve slept with the man two times already Darcy. I’d wager you’d know what he would like more than I would.”
Unable to come up with a counterargument, Darcy huffed and wiped the sweat on her forehead. “How’d you learn to dance like this, anyway? Did you have an undercover mission as a lady of the night for two months somewhere?”
“Four months, actually. And actually, I wasn’t really a lady of the night. I performed at Le Crazy Horse in Paris. It’s a famous cabaret house.”
Darcy narrowed her eyes at Nat in the mirror. “Bullshit.”
Nat just smirked at her. “Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?” She purred.
Darcy just stared at her. “I stand corrected.”
Natasha crossed her shoulders. “Good. Now again, from the top.”
After Darcy spent about 4 hours in the studio, she and Nat figured she was as ready as she’d ever be. They met Pepper and Jane at the spa, getting the full treatment done. After the waxing (jesus, ouch!), the eyebrow tweezing (more? Come on!), and the mani-pedi’s Pepper insisted on springing for Darcy needed a long hot bath. Only using soaps, lotions, and shampoo Natasha recommended Darcy emerged from the penthouse bathroom an hour later. Deciding it was time for her to finally start getting ready, Darcy started working on her hair and makeup with some help from Jane and Pepper.
“Don’t the two of you have better things to do than doll me up so I can take advantage of a national Icon?” Darcy asked as Jane put her new diamond stud earrings in her ears.
“Not really, if I wasn’t doing this I’d probably be in the lab or vegging out on the couch with a box of pop tarts and a bottle of wine.” Jane shrugged.
“And I’d be stuck spending time with Tony, so all in all, it’s safe to say we’d rather be here. It’s always nice when I get to kick him out the penthouse for the night. It’s so quiet and relaxing, but most importantly it drives him nuts.” Pepper giggled, and took another sip of her second glass of wine. After Jane finished with Darcy’s ears, she handed Darcy her own glass.
Darcy was grateful, she really needed to calm her nerves. “This is stupid, right? Like monster stupid. What the hell am I thinking, why’d I let you guys talk me into this?” Darcy panicked.
“Because we were bored. But seriously, you deserve to have a little fun. Especially if what happens later may never actually happen in reality. Why not take advantage?” Pepper offered.
“Pep, how many glasses of wine have you had to drink?” Jane asked.
“This bottle? Only two.” She said sweetly, making them laugh.
“Where has Nat been this entire time?” Darcy asked?
“She said she had something to work on for tonight, but she texted me about 10 minutes ago and said she’d be up here in a few.”
As if she was psychic, Nat walked off the elevator and entered the guest room they were waiting inside. She took in the wine glasses. “I see you guys got started without me.”
Jane looked at what she was wearing. “What are you wearing, Nat?”
Natasha looked down at her outfit, then back up at them. “Overalls. They’re much more comfortable to work in.”
Deciding she wasn’t going to explain further quite yet, she took in Darcy’s appearance. Her makeup was minimal, the lingerie they’d purchased was on her body, but she didn’t feel like the sex goddess she was hoping to portray later. Nat’s eyes studied her like an artist would a blank canvas, deciding where to paint the first stroke. “Sit.” She said, gesturing at the tufted bench seat in front of the vanity mirror that looked more expensive than Darcy’s first year of college.
As if she had super speed, Natasha began working on Darcy’s hair and adding accents to the basic makeup Darcy had already applied at a startling pace. Pepper and Jane sat on the floor next to them, keeping the conversation and wine flowing and Darcy distracted. After she finished curling her hair, Darcy was instructed to turn around on the bench to face Natasha and she tried not to think about it too much.
Before long, Natasha announced she was finished making her masterpiece. Darcy glanced at the clock, her contacts making it only slightly blurry, and it was 11:30 at night. She was pulled into the bathroom by Natasha with the rest of her accessories. When the door shut, Natasha put everything on the spacious counter and turned to Darcy. “Now finish getting dressed.”
“In front of you?” Darcy asked in shock.
“Have you forgotten I helped pick out the lingerie? I’m going to get an eyeful of you Lewis, so make your peace with it now.”
Darcy rolled her eyes and pulled on the sheer black back seam stockings and connected the garter clips. She pulled on the expensive dark red Louboutins Pepper sprang for to match the lingerie set and the theme they’d been going for. She turned to Natasha for approval.
Natasha looked her up and down repeatedly, searching for flaws. Then reached into one of the many pockets on her overalls and pulled out a tube of lipstick. She held it in front of Darcy. “This is a Black Widow signature color. Any woman who wears this can have any man she desires. Do you understand?” She said seriously.
Darcy looked at her skeptically as she allowed Nat to paint her lips. Finally, Nat gave her nod and turned her to look in the full body mirror.
Darcy was blown away. The flat hairstyle she’d attempted earlier was replaced by loose, luscious curls that flowed down around her shoulders and tucked behind one ear to reveal her beautiful stud earrings. The dark red lingerie she’d tried on at the boutique had suddenly taken on a different light, the deep color standing out against her pale skin making her look like a siren. Her minimalist make up job was given just enough touch up to accent her eyes, perfect cat eyes drawn in the corner of her eyes, the newly added mascara making her blue eyes pop, and a bit more blush giving her a debauched look. But the lipstick…Nat was right.
It was perfectly applied, the color matching perfectly with the shade of the underwear and bra, giving her this timeless pin up look. For once Darcy actually did not feel self-conscious staring at herself in her underwear, the suspender making her feel less self-aware of her soft stomach. It cinched her waste perfectly, giving her the perfect hourglass figure. Her boobs, will good on a normal day, looked absolutely amazing in this surprisingly comfy and well fitted bra. And the lacey brief style underwear made her ass look fantastic. The stockings gave her an even more classic look.
She just knew he was going to love it.
“Nat…I don’t even have words.”
“Don’t worry Lewis, words aren’t required. Not for what you have planned next.” She handed Darcy the matching robe to wrap up in, and they left the bathroom. They walked out to find Jane and Pepper on the plush couches watching Say Yes To The Dress. “Good luck, Darce! We expect full details!” Jane yelled after her and Pepper agreed, wishing her luck.
She and Nat took the elevator down to her apartment, and Nat led her inside. “Now, you’re about to see what I’ve been working on all day, and I need you to promise not to freak out.” Darcy looked confused as she followed Natasha into her bedroom.
When she entered, she couldn’t believe her eyes for the millionth time that night. Natasha had removed her chair and her large dresser, opening up the room and making it seem larger. Except, against the fair wall of her room, away from her bed, a wooden frame stood atop a small set of stairs. After a few seconds, she realized it was nearly a small stage.
“I got to thinking, since the last two times the songs were male oriented catered more to your personal fantasies, would the device actually create an environment fitting with the song choice? After our rehearsal earlier, I realized you had no clue what you were doing or how to do it, so probably nothing would happen in that aspect. And think of it, the thought of you just dancing in front of him with no props? It’s sexy, but that would hardly wow anyone. So I came up with this.” Nat started rambling, leading Darcy over to the small stage she’d constructed (in a few hours, Darcy thinks, astonished).
“So there’s a bit of a lip you have to step over once you’re ready to come down the stairs, DO NOT FALL.” Nat pointed. “But it had to be created to complete the effect.”
“Nat, we didn’t rehearse any of this…” Darcy said, unsure.
“I know, but you’re a natural. You really are. You’ll do great. Now go dance in the box and step out so you know how far up to lift your feet in the heels.”
Darcy did as she was instructed, stepping out of the box and down steps seductively, each one just long enough that she wouldn’t slip.
“Perfect. It’s perfect.”
“Nat, why are you so into this?” Darcy finally asked.
“The truth? I miss the stage. The production, the lights, the rehearsal, the preparation, the dressing up in the dressing rooms. Let me have my fun.” Nat smiled a genuine smile, and Darcy couldn’t control her own.
“Anytime you feel like putting on an original Natasha Romanov production, count me in. Thanks for your help, Nat.” Darcy gave her a hug, which she was not expecting.
“Don’t mention it.” She said, giving her a pat on the back.
“I have to ask though…building the stage?”
Nat just shrugged like she always does. “I was undercover as a carpenter’s daughter for a year.” Before Darcy could question her further, she darted over to the stage. “Oh, before I forget.” She stooped down to plug something in, and with the flick of a switch, a light shone words at the bottom of the stage. Her bedroom light was still on, but she could tell the font was red, and the lighting was supposed to help with the ambience effect they were going for.
“Every doll needs a name.” Nat gave her a signature smirk as she headed for the bedroom door. “No broken legs tonight, Darcy. The only thing you’ll be breaking is Rogers.” She tossed casually over her shoulder as she strutted out, making her baggy overalls still look pretty sexy.
“Again, what in the ever-loving hell have I gotten myself into?”
Darcy asked the universe, or no one in particular. She’d turned off the light to get the full effect of the stage, finding out the steps were somewhat lit as well so she’d be able to see them. A string of sensual red tube lights surrounded the inner corners of the frame, tastefully done of course, making the inside glow against the black panel she’d installed as the back. Darcy read the words that shone across the bottom of the makeshift box, the piece of wood that came up to her shins she’d have to step over later.
‘Pinup Darcy Doll’
Written in fancy cursive script.
Yep, they were going with the whole girl in a box theme.
Lord, help her.
TO BE CONTINUED.