hairdresser

Another day of doing other people’s hair. I enjoy it but lately it’s just boring, like my love life. What I wouldn’t do for a little excitement, a little dirty secret. The phone rings, please don’t cancel…please don’t cancel. Fuck another cancellation. Shit I hate waiting on walk-ins. This town has nothing new, nothing exciting ever happens here, let alone have someone interesting. How is anyone supposed to make any money.

The door opens and in walks a man, tall, well dressed, a suit dark blue with a white button up shirt. ‘Do you have time for shampoo?’ He asks in a deep mystique voice, defiantly got my attention, but not from around here.

‘Let me check,’ I say as I am cleaning up from my last appointment, yeah I can do that.’

He is so close to me as he walks close to my chair. He smells of sandalwood, smells expensive. He takes his suit jacket off, exposing his muscular chest and strong arms. The stronger to pick you up and flip you…God my mind cannot concentrate. He sits in my chair, and I look into his eyes, my weakness, and is that a dimple? He grins and yep just one right there. I bite my lip, he is defiantly not from around here, his grin has me getting wet with a need developing between my thighs. I look away from him, but I can still feel those eyes on me, watching me, if I stare into those eyes, it won’t be long before I take him in the back room, lock the door, and fuck the shit out of him.

I have to shampoo him which means I am super close to his, my body gives a shiver to think how close I am to his body, his body is like a magnet to mine, I can feel a fire between my thighs begin and as I am massaging his thick dark brown hair, I am wondering if he can feel the fire radiating from my mound. His eyes are still staring at me, and I try not to stare to deep into them unless I may just melt from the heat that is beginning to get hotter within my yearning wet pussy. I sit him up and he grabs a comb and combs his hair. ‘Looks perfect don’t you think?’ ‘Yes sir…’ I say, ‘good girl.’ He replies. Holy shit with that one interaction he knows my desire to please him, my body freezes, my mouth opens slightly. He must sense my throbbing pussy and how much I need all his attention. That if his eyes alone could get me wet, what would happen with his touch.

He reaches for his wallet, eyes still holding on to me with a slight all knowing grin on his face and hands me a card. “My name is Jackson.” Not looking away I slid the card into the machine, it beeps, card error. I look away from him and look down and it’s a hotel key, not a credit card. ‘Sir this is a …’ he interrupts me. ‘it’s for you. Wear something easy to take off.’ And handed me a hundred-dollar bill and he walked out, just as mysterious as when he walked in. and just like that I am left with my mind spinning and a throbbing, and a hot, wet mess between my thighs that I need only him to tame.