Return to The Beauty Mark

“Hello ladies!”, Emily announced as she entered The Beauty Mark, Andrea sheepishly in tow.

“Hi Emily, how you doi—Girls, look who it is! Andrea’s back!”, an African American woman in her mid-thirties with black victory rolls shouted back to her colleagues.

Leslie was dressed in a blue tea dress, white stockings and kitten heels with pearl jewellery, a style reminiscent of the 1950s like her colleagues and the entire theming of the salon.

“Well I’ll be! I didn’t know you knew this sweat pea, Emily!”, said Donna as she made her way from the reception desk, her peroxide blonde hair still in a beehive which suited her cropped-sleeve leopard print shirt with ample cleavage, figure-hugging black knee-length wiggle skirt, red platform heels, tan stockings, and huge white pearl earrings, necklace and bracelet, her beauty mark by her eye and constant chewing of her gum adding to her sexy vibe.

“Why yes, the little darling is dating my son! You’ve already met these lovely ladies then?”, Emily asked her young compatriot.

Andrea had been formulating a backstory on the way up to the salon but with the added context of Emily being a regular it put ‘her’ on the back foot and ‘she’ had to add in extra details on the fly.

“Errr I liiike… when I like moved here I had totally not been taking care of myself and looked grody AF, then some gross dude kept like followin’ me around and stuff, even though I just started going out with Bri, so I like hid in The Spot next door and I met Kristi and she brought me here and they gave me a major makeover. Like thank you so much again for like helpin’ me out!”.

“Ain’t nothin’ to it!”, said Barbie as she walked over to the amassing group.

The youngest of the three, she certainly lived up to her name.

The Asian lady was wearing an outfit befitting the salon’s 50s theming, consisting of different shades of pink in the form of platform stiletto high heels, skin-tight pants, a tube top, and various forms of clunky pink and gold jewellery including huge heart earrings.

Her tanned skin, platinum blonde hair in a updo with ponytail and gaudy makeup certainly added to the whole Barbie image.

“And by the look of it you could’ve done all that work by yourself, honey, cuz’ your makeup is darn impressive! You wanna work for us, he-he?”, Donna complimented Andrea.

“She’s planning on going to beauty school, so she may just take you up on that offer!”, Emily informed the pleasantly surprised beauticians.

“Well, we’ll keep a chair for you when you graduate then!”, Leslie joked, and everybody laughed, including Andrea at the absurdity at the situation.

“So what can we do for you ladies?”, asked Donna.

“Ooh, nails, I think? Plus whatever else Andrea needs. It’s my treat!”, Emily informed them, and Andrea, not wanting the procedures nor Emily to waste her money on them tried to decline with, “Oh, like you really shouldn’t—“, only to be cut off by Emily.

“Nonsense! We have to have you looking your best for my boy! And a cute little specimen like you should always look tip-top!”.

By this point, Andrea knew Emily would not budge, plus it would be rude to refuse, so consented.