French Maid and Vegas Showgirl

Laura's hair was still red, but it's auburn color truly shined now. Her salon tech had obviously realized that Laura already had good hair, so the tech simply amplified what she already had. Laura's hair was now completely straight, all the way down to her ass and her bangs were cut in a perfectly straight symmetrical line micro-spaces above her matching eyebrows. Not a single hair was out of place, and the color was breathtakingly spectacular. Laura's lips were a sultry deep red, and her fingers and toes were a perfectly matching shade. She was wearing a black choker around her throat, and a laced black bustier showed off her tiny waist and gave her cleavage. The white-fringed black miniskirt, along with the black fishnet stockings that came to just below the hem of her skirt, identified her outfit as that of a French maid. It was actually hot as hell on Laura, and that made me smirk.

Poor Tonya. She had had blonde hair, and her tech had taken it a step further. Tonya now had hair that was so platinum that it was actually white. Her hair had also been styled into truly big hair, which spilled over her shoulders and all the way down her back. She was going to be spending an hour a day just drying her hair. Bright red lips centered themselves in the middle of her blonde mass, and her fingers and toes were the same matching shade of red. Tonya's outfit consisted of stretchy, glittering sequins as she walked around in a Vegas showgirl outfit. I laughed, because between the hair and the outfit, Tonya probably looked the most like a bimbo of all of us right now.

Tonya and Laura glared at my laugh. Then they looked me up and down in an obvious way and smirked.

"Sexy," said Tonya.

"Adorable," said Laura.

"Bite me," I said.