The Mall

Trent sat sulking in the seat of his father’s car. Deedee deftly handled the black Mercedes coupe as she maneuvered it down the highway. The car was one of the vestiges of Derek that she had refused to remove. Driving it was pure joy and it helped that it wasn’t the most masculine of vehicles to start with. Her long nail brushed up against the stereo button in an attempt to drown out the silence that stretched between her and Trent. Soft 90's hip hop began to play from the speakers, as one of the presets of Deedee's loaded up. Looking over at her son, Deedee wasn’t sure if his sullen silence was the work of the valium or if Trent was just pouting. Either way it made it easier to deal with the relatively short trip.

Pulling up to the parking lot of the mall at 8am was always more reminiscent of a ghost town than of the bustling commerce hub it would become in a few short hours. It also meant that Deedee could have parked closer than she did. Instead she parked at the farthest end of the parking lot. Cutting off the engine, which in turned muted the stereo Deedee finaly spoke up. “Look hunny, the mall doesn’t open till ten. And I’m not going to leave you the keys to sit here by yourself for two hours. So you will need to come sit in the salon.” Deedee’s hand slipped down to rest on her son’s knee gently. Her eyes were glued to his face to see just how he would react to gentle touch. “I know you aren’t happy, but I promise by the end of today I will have you in a whole new wardrobe of designer clothes ok?”

Listening to his father speak still caused a bit of cognitive dissonance in Trent. his father Derek had maintained a short clipped tone as a way to make his voice more masculine, while Deedee seemed to slip almost into a slower and softer drawl. The difference gave her a breathy and husky voice that seemed to waft over him instead of drilling into him as it had before. Trent’s eyes closed as he sat there trying to figure out how to deal with the situation. His thoughts were coming slowly and they seemed to have difficulty becoming cohesive. The one thought that did slip through his mind was that this was the first time his father had been reassuring, and even caring in his recent memory. The warmth that spread through him seemed to start at his thigh and radiate up. The soft feeling of the women’s clothes, the heady scent of perfume that seemed to suffuse the car, and of course the valium, seemed to have an effect on the boy. His mind wandered and never really understood what his mother was saying. Nodding along, he began to slip from the car. Stumbling slightly as he stood in the unfamiliar heeled sneakers, Trent looked over at his father as she glided out of the car gracefully.

“Come here baby, I’ll hold your hand so you don’t fall ok?” Deedee’s heels clicked loudly on the asphalt as she sauntered over to Trent’s side of the car. “I know you aren’t comfortable in those heels yet.” Reaching out she slipped her fingers through his and slowly began to pull him across the empty wide open parking lot. “There are some tricks to them that are really easy. Look, heel to toe. Trust that the shoe is there. Smaller steps. See?” Deedee demonstrated the first few steps to walking in heels that she had herself learned not all that long ago.

Trent’s mind was still having difficulty sorting through and categorizing all the different inputs it was receiving. From the insanely shaped ass of his father in her high heels and skin tight jeans as she led him towards the salon, to the feeling of her long nails and soft skin against his, to the distracting way he needed to actually pay attention to how he walked. While the instructions from Deedee were followed, it only slightly made Trent’s walk smooth out. He still had a long way to go till he had the supermodel sway to his hips that the ass in front of him had. The weirdest part of this whole experience is that Trent knew he was upset at this whole problem, he knew he should be yelling and screaming and demanding things of his father, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was like everything he cared about was locked behind this hazy wall in his mind.

Trent managed to peel his eyes off of the ground in front of him to take in the sign of the shop that they headed towards. “Sinister Salon?” He couldn’t stop himself from saying the name out loud. With doors facing into the parking lot, the salon was able to open before the rest of the mall, thus allowing the family of two in through the doors. As the doors opened a blast of chilly air pushed through and the music became even more apparent. The metal version of ‘Barbie Girl’ blared through the empty salon. Deedee’s eyes rolled as she heard the refrain of the song.

Two women who could not be more dissimilar danced around inside the building. At the tone of the door opening, the taller goth girl’s eyes darted to the door and an almost cruel smile crossed her black lipstick clad lips. Reaching down she slapped the shorter curvy white haired pixie on the ass playfully and pointed over towards the stereo controls. With a carefree grin, the shorter girl darted over to lower the volume. The taller girl began to stalk towards Deedee and Trent. Trent’s eyes went wide as he took her in. The 6 inch tall black platform stiletto knee boots laced tightly up her calves, peaking out of those was a pair of black thigh high fishnets. Her pale creamy skin showed the few inches of separation between the top of the fishnets and her short black leather miniskirt. The tall goth girl capped off her outfit with a tight black wasp waisted corset that was covered in lace details, and a black cropped biker jacket covered in patches. Her heavily made up face was just as pale as the rest of her visible skin, perhaps even more so. To top off her already prodigious height, she had spiked a mohawk almost 8 inches into the air. The blues, greens, and purples that made up the colors of her hair at first looked like a chaotic mess, but closer examination revealed that each was placed perfectly for the effect she desired.

By the time the goth woman had reached the pair of customers to her shop, Trent almost felt like he had to strain his neck to look up at her. Deedee giggled and spoke up as she watched the much taller Ashley pull the same kind of trick that she pulled on all the men that came through the doors of the salon. “Hey Ash. I’m here for my appointment.”

Ashley’s eyes drifted over to meet Deedee’s for a moment before a grin broke out onto her face. “Of course you are! You haven’t missed an appointment with me since you got those things bolted on.”

“Bitch, just cause you are jealous cause I actually have some.” Ashley’s delicately arched brow raised in surprise, and perhaps another hidden emotion, as she heard Deedee’s words. The giggle from Deedee cut off as she suddenly realized what she had just done. “I um… I mean…” The stammering cut off as Ashley spoke up.

“I’ll let you have one Deedee. Chloe and I talked this morning so I know the score. I understand you have some adjusting to do.” There was a more than slight emphasis on the word adjusting, as the heavily tattooed and pierced woman turned to Trent again. “Now, I understood that we had you both booked in this morning. But I take it that plans have changed?”

Another feminine voice joined the women speaking around Trent with a soft giggle as the other girl in the shop stepped up. “Really? That sucks. I came in special to work with some cute boy I thought?” The girl that stepped up next to Ashley was significantly shorter than even Trent, who happened to be only about 5 '5 in his bare feet. While Ashley was all height and willowy grace, This girl was a bouncy bubbling ball of energy. “Aren’t you Trent? I thought we were gonna hang out?” Her pout was pronounced by her bright pink and glistening bubblegum colored lipstick. “It’s not me is it?” While her plump lips pouted, the glittering pink makeup around her eyes showed her playful nature.

“No Sara, I’m sure this is all just me misunderstanding something.” Ashley cut in before turning her gaze on Trent. “I’m sure Trent here will fill us in on why we went through so much effort to open up your schedule and bring you in early just for him, but is now deciding that he would rather skip the treatments we have booked.” While Ashley’s voice had been stern before, now it dripped a scorn that slapped against Trent like walking into a winter storm.

Trent’s eyes grew wide as he tried to take in the whole rapid fire events happening around him. His fuzzy mind did him no favors as he stood there dumbly. “I didn’t ask for this.” The lame reply fell flat even to his own ears. “I mean, I don’t remember.” The fog in his mind swirled more and more as he tried to think back to the night before. All he could think about was the first thing he had felt this morning which was the lacy panties around his waist.

A snort of discontent came from Ashley’s pierced nostrils. Her eyes looked him up and down as she studied him like only a fashion industry professional could. Her look showed just how little she thought of what was presented to him. Trent looked over to his father for help, as he felt Deedee’s soft fingers slip away from his. All he saw in Deedee’s gaze was a smirk that implied that this was his own mess to dig his way out of.

“Oohh! I know. What if we started with a massage? That’s part of the pack that good old Dub D here picked out for him right?” The girl who had been revealed as Sara stepped up and linked her hands with Trent’s, much like his father had done in the parking lot. “Who doesn’t want a massage?” The girl’s grin was infectious. As she looked over to see Ashley and Deedee nodding to her. “See, all solved. BYEEE you two, we are gonna go relax.” Without another word the girl began to drag Trent forcefully through the salon. On any other day Trent likely could have stopped the tiny girl, but today was different. Between the unfamiliar heels in the sneakers, the feeling of the cage on his increasingly tight dick, and the **** that muddled his mind, Trent was simply putty in the girl’s hands as she pulled him through the curtains into the dark back of the salon.