A little more

"Right, that woman was balding too. Did you see that? Sorry, chubby can't fix that, maybe try some Rogaine," the auburn hair customer laughed, as her stylist hacker off another huge chunk of hair.

Stopping time I surveyed the scene wondering what to do next. I walked over to the two redheads and looked over the bald spot. The area without hair was now very apparent and I knew it'd be impossible to cover it up. The stylist was dripping sweat as she nervously looked around. Thinking quickly I pulled down the stylist's tights and white thong. I was greeted to the sight of a full-grown fire-orange bush of pubic hair. "I think I can help with your balding problem and I won't even need Rogaine," I said patting the auburn hair customer on the head. I grabbed the scissors out of the stylist's hand and began trimming the massive amount of pubic hair until nothing was left. I was left with a handful of orange curls, but for good measure, I walked behind the redhead. Her pale white ass was sprinkled with freckles. I pried her cheeks apart and revealed a bright pink asshole. This too was covered in orange hair, so as a finishing touch I trimmed her ass fuzz away as well. Taking the massive amount of pubic hair I glued it over the bitchy girl's bald spot. I returned the girls back to their normal positions except the stylist who was now holding a bottle of glue while her other hand was down her pants feeling her freshly trimmed pussy.

Smiling I moved onto the douche guy. I first reached down the girl's shirt and pulled out her tits, exposing her rock hard nipples to the guy. Next, I bent her over so her perky breast were smothering the guy. Proceeding to the guy now, I fished out his semierect cock and glued his hand around the base of his dick. I then grabbed some shampoo and dumped a fourth over the guy's manhood. The white substance looked like the douche had just released the biggest load of all time.

I then walked over to the fancy women with the piss smelling hair. Her stylist was actually grimacing as she was in the process of giving the hair a quick sniff. Reaching under the stylist skirt I removed her white lace panties. Laughing at the small piss stain, I lined the waistband of the panties with glue and put them on the customer's head like a shower cap.

Satisfied, I stepped back to my original and started time. The stylist with the douche guy was the first to react. She gave a small scream as she tried to stuff her tits back in her shirt. Her eyes then caught the guy's cock. His dick, completely covered in a white substance, was in the process of becoming more erect.

"Pervert," she yelled giving him a hard smack across the face before running to the back. The guy, stunned, struggled to his feet to explain, but in his haste tripped. He fell erect cock first onto the floor causing serious pain to his genitals. He cried clutching his cock in pain as he limped out of the salon.

The next to react was the stylist with Miss Piss Hair. She immediately recognized her own panties and tried to pull them off quickly. The snooty client screamed as her hair got pulled.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," she screamed, as her hands flew to her head. "What the fuck is this," she said getting up to look at the mirror. "What the fuck did you do," she continued comically putting at the white panties. The stylist just stood back too shocked to say a word.

My eyes then flew to the two redheads. The bitchy client still in the process of criticizing the overweight client, while the stylist's eyes opened wide in horror. The stylist quickly put down the glue and looked down her tights confirming what she had feared. She franticly combed the hair, unconsciously agreeing with her client's rude remarks.

I watched on, enjoying the small chaos when a loud bitching sound came from the side of the room. "What the fuck is this? It's my fucking wedding and it looks like I got my hair curled by a retarded 8-year-old with Parkinson's. Fix it now!" the bride demanded.

The stylist quickly ran past me, as I heard her mutter, "Fucking bitch, why does it even matter, doubt that 90-year-old fart can even see what you look like."

Just then the bride's voice echoed through the boutique again, "Yes Jenny I'm on my way, this cunt just fucked up my hair. Yes, I know what time it started. Tell them to wait, it's my fuck wedding. Just don't let that old fucking coot die before I get there." The bride hung up the phone and began posing in the mirror. "Ya Brad can't wait for you to pound me with that hard cock tonight. If that BITCH every returns to fix my hair," she yelled, emphasizing the insult. "Maybe that old fart will die tonight and you can fuck me on a pile of his money."

I contemplated my next move.