Get a Haircut

"Well Hi!" I greeted one of my regular clients as he stepped into the salon. It was Nick, a quiet gym rat type who was about twenty-five percent more attractive thanks to me, his previous haphazard hairstyle doing him no favors. I cocked my head to the side, my brows drawing together questioningly as I paused Jack's hair cut, "Did we have an appointment, Nick?" I picked up my cell to check my texts.

"Oh no. I was in the area and decided to just drop in. That cool?" he asked as he approached, sliding in between Jack and me to wrap one hand around my lower back and give my left boob a good squeeze. "Sure, that's fine." I told him as he pulled me into a tight hug, "It'll be about twenty minutes before I finish up with Jack." He cupped my ass for a good fifteen seconds before stepping back and looking at me.

"No problem." he said as I went back to cutting Jack's hair. I had to shift my hips as Nick stuck his hand down my pants, fingering my slit for a few seconds. Then he retrieved it and wandered over to Nicole's station, giving the tall redhead a two handed greeting before sitting down on the couch in the center of the salon.

I kept up some light banter with Jack, doing my due diligence of being this sexy girl my clients could imagine they might be able to get with. Which honestly, they could when I wasn't seeing someone serious but an important part of the draw was that idea. The real important part was I didn't have to wear the tiny booty shorts and prance around in front of a full length mirror like back at Knockouts. This gig I had hear with Maria was great.

After washing his hair and giving him the forty-five second scalp massage and then a thirty second neck and shoulder rub, I styled his hair and finished up.

I grabbed my phone to ring him up but I heard Nick say something from over on the couch. As he was by himself, I assumed he was talking to me, "What was that, Nick?"

He shook his head and I turned my attention back to Jack and my phone. Suddenly, remembering, I said, "Oh! I almost forgot! You said you were like seven and a half inches right? I can give you a discount if you let me measure it and take a picture. It'll only be a second, I've got a ruler around here somewhere..." Off to the side I actually heard Nick exclaim, "Holy shit!" but that didn't seem that strange given the situation so I returned to my calculations. Every inch past six was two dollars off and I was willing to round up...

Jack looked a bit taken back and I instantly got what was going on, though I didn't let it show on my face as he lied, "Oh... actually Monica, I'm actually running a bit late. I don't mind paying a bit extra."

"Oh that's too bad. Next time then." Someone had exaggerated and I couldn't help but re-evaluate Jack a bit. He was pretty cute but also pretty skinny. Did he have something average or something twiggy? That thought was on my mind as I called Nick over. Nick was also pretty cute even if he was somewhat awkward socially, never really getting comfortable talking with me despite the fact I'd been cutting his hair for what- a year now? He had great arms and shoulders though. He wasn't wearing one now but it usually never failed that he was wearing a wife-beater to show those things off.

He slid his hand under my shirt and I was self-conscious as his touch slipped across my stomach. I was putting on baby-weight and it distressed me. The first few months were the worst as you started to just look chunky rather than obviously pregnant. Nick cupped my left boob through my bra as I leaned in and cut his hair. There was more there for him to fondle than last time and I wasn't at all bothered by them plumping up even earlier than last time. I was normally a small C but I was wearing like E-cups before I stopped breast feeding Aiden.

Small talk with Nick was generally a brief halting sort of thing. I was too excited about the pregnancy not to drop it into the conversation, not to mention I didn't want a cute guy think I was actually getting fat. I mentioned I was having gender unveiling party in a couple weeks and he politely asked what I hoped it was going to be.

"A girl! My boyfriend wants a little girl too though I hope we're not jinxed. It seems like every person I know has been having girls lately..."

Nick made a noise of agreement, smiling and nodding, "Well, I think its just 51/49 chance..."

I jerked a bit and gasped as Nick's fingers twisted my hard nipple, "Oooh!" I arched my back and pressed one hand lightly to my chest.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"Its okay! Really. They just get real sensitive and... responsive when I'm pregnant."

"Responsive? What do you mean?"

I giggled, feeling a bit aroused, "Let's just say- if you keep up 'greeting' me like that I'm going to have a real great time in a few minutes."

"Ah. I did that to a friend of mine not to long ago..."

I smirked and flirted, "Oh yea? You do have some talented hands..." I had to be careful here, being playful with my clients bumped up my tips and kept them coming back but the way Nick kept running his hands over my body had me getting hot and finding Nick even cuter than normal.

I spread my legs and had to hold an awkward position with my butt sticking out as I held Nick's earlobe down and trimmed the hair behind it. I was a bit mortified by how wet my pussy was getting, imagining his hand getting coated in my juices.

Things were quiet for a bit, save for the sounds of my scissors and the wet schlick-schlick of his fingers working inside me. The sensations were pleasant but also they made it difficult to concentrate and I kept having to stop and ride out particular bubbles of pleasure before continuing. I felt an irrational desire to apologize but didn't because Nick obviously knew why I was having issues.

Eventually, he retrieved his hand from my pants and I was able to focus on finishing his haircut. He stared at his hand and I offered him a washcloth, embarrassed to see it glistening with my arousal but he shook his head and just sucked a finger into his mouth. I had to look away when his intense gaze met mine. I knew Josh didn't really like the taste, but he was a trooper and didn't have a problem going down on me. Based on the way he was attacking his hand and watching me, I imagined Nick liked the taste and wouldn't mind going down on me right now if I asked.

Down, girl. Horny Monica was a naughty girl.

Matters weren't helped when I took off the mustache patterned cape covering his body so we could move over to the hairwashing station. The crotch of Nick's black slacks were bulging with the thick bar of his boner and I was impressed and titilated by the view. I didn't comment on even though I really wanted to because it seemed like a bad idea. My pussy was pretty revved up and ready to go and finding out just how big Nick was making me think all sorts of cheater-y thoughts. I had to remind myself that I loved Josh and was currently carrying his baby. Damn pregnancy hormones making me so slutty!