Ronnie, a Beautician

Yeah people made fun of him for his love of working with hair. His friends would tease him by calling him "the whitebread Zohan," but Ronnie loved hair. In particular, women's hair. It started innocently. As a boy, when he couldn't sleep, he'd lay in his parents' bed, playing with his mom's hair. It was soft, smooth, and it always soothed him. His mother's friend Keisha, his first crush, had these beautiful curls that she would let him touch. There was Lucy Walker in his fourth grade class with her red ponytails. Later there was Miko Tanner in high school with her dark, almost shining black locks. This only grew as he got older and the various hairstyles that the women around him wore enticed him. When he got out of school, he knew what he wanted to study.

The bus stops at the corner, where Ronnie gets off and makes his way to the salon, the name Vicky's Belle Boutique on the door. He gets there just in time to get ready.

"Well look who made it," teases a pretty blonde wearing a pair of glasses. In her mid twenties, Estelle had been working at the salon a couple months now. Sort of Ronnie's unofficial trainee. She used to be kind of shy, but working at the salon had caused her to open up a lot more. Her breasts were relatively small, but her ass caused in her most conservative clothes to stick out. "Thought you'd be late for sure."

"Fat chance. Boy loves it here." Dana as a curvy, almost chubby black woman in her late 30's. Her hair was dyed in in a swirl of brown mixed with her natural dark hair. Janelle had been iffy on "a straight white boy cutting hair," but after awhile she had warmed up to him when she realized he was serious and committed to the job. Dana's breasts were at a natural c-level, with an ass that deserved its own zip code. "Though I did bet Monica you'd be late at least. You cost me money, Ronnie," she points a pair of scissors at him with faux menace.

"What's that? Did I hear about someone owing me money!?" In came Monica, his platinum-haired boss, strutting in. Monica had taken over the salon from the aforementioned "Vicky." She was a fun-loving woman in her mid 40's, who was always quick with bad jokes and sage advice. She was a big proponent of women empowering themselves however they saw fit, emphasized by her own enhanced e-cup breasts. Her butt was nothing to sneeze at either, though it was entirely natural. "Pay up, honey."

Dana mutters as she hands her boss a ten dollar bill.

"Ten bucks, Dana? Really?" Ronnie asks, amused.

"What? Thought for sure you and Jan would have at least been jetlagged," Dana protests.

"Well to be fair, I was "almost" late," Ronnie concedes, going to put his work apron on.

"Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades," Monica says, before answering the phone.

"We got any appointments?" Ronnie asks.

"We got Mrs. Rodriguez at 9:30 and..Teri at 9:45," Estelle remembers after a moment.

"Wasn't Teri already in here for a dye job?" He asks, confused.

"Yeah but apparently she wants a different color," Dana adds, nonplussed.

The hair care business is a lot more chaotic than people think. The door opens, prompting the bell above to ring.