Meet Genevieve

"...Yes? Can I help you?"

Lauren's head swung around, staring up like a frightened animal. She saw the inside of the beauty parlor for the first time. A half dozen women in large salon chairs stared back at her in amazement. The one speaking held scissors and a mirror and wore a vinyl apron. She was glamours, with picture perfect makeup. She stared in amazement in the naked girl crouching in her store.

In response Lauren yelped and hid her face, turning from the crowd. At that moment Vanessa and the Bikini clad bimbo brigade came in.

"Ah! Vanessa!" The woman with the scissors said.

"Genevieve!" The two ran up and kissed cheeks as the rest of the girls' sauntered in.

"Oh, so this must be your sister." Genevieve said, smirking down at Lauren knowingly.

"That's right." Lauren pulled out a wad of hundreds with a credit card on top. "We're all getting full makeovers!" The girls cheered and whooped (all of them but Lauren).

"Yes, and we have something special in mind of little Lauren..." Debbie grabbed a few hundreds and slipped them into Genevieve's shirt. As she did she whispered in Genevieve's ear. Her eyes went wide, then she gave Lauren a knowing a mischievous smile.

"Sounds wonderful."