Russian in the Salon

Sitting with knees together and hands clasped in his lap Bailey kept a polite smile on his face as he engaged in conversation about the outfits he got to try on. "So like I know the red dress was more mature, but I loved the pink one so much. It was like without a doubt my fav." Megan swirled the iced water in her glass a little, as she looked at Bailey. She was never one to read fashion blogs, but it was fun to make Bailey talk about her preference on skirt length and what colors would look best on her. When their food came, Bailey savored the first bite of the salad with the fresh cut strawberries and a balsamic vinaigrette. He closed his eyes as he slowly checked the small bite, as he took in the flavor. "Is it that good?" Bailey stopped chewing for a second and looked at the woman across from him. He almost opened his mouth to tell her it was, but instead picked up his napkin and touched it to his lips to buy a few seconds to swallow. "It's yummy." Yummy, where did that word come from? Bailey took another bite of the salad thinking about his own odd word choice and if it was a word he had heard Candi use. "I'm glad you are enjoying your day, want a bite of my flat bread pizza?" Bailey looked down at the cheese covered dish and as he thought about biting into the crispy dish the salad suddenly didn't taste as good, his mind telling him what she had was superior.

"Uhg, no thanks. I don't like need the carbs." Not trapping me today witch, I'm on to you. Megan took another bite of her meal seeing Bailey's expression change as he took another bite of the salad."You sure? You don't look too happy with your choice?" She thought she would have to remind Bailey of her diet when she let her order, expecting a bacon cheese burger to be ordered. "Oh, it's like not the salad. I'm just sad we couldn't buy any of those cute dresses." His closet had enough female clothing, the last thing he wanted was another dress, hanging inside his closet, but it seemed like a better answer than letting her know he was jealous of her food and the price tag of them would keep her from buying it just to mess with him. "That's okay pumpkin, I'm sure you will be asked to prom and we can go shopping again, but I know a girl like you can have fun at the mall for days without buying anything. Couldn't you?" Bailey tilted his head and smiled before looking out at all the shops and people. When he went shopping he knew what he wanted, went in and got out. Spending extra time shopping was a waste of time. "Oh like fer sure, if I had my bestie with me we could have like all sorts of fun. Like trying on outfits like we did or checking out boys." Bailey giggled to emphasize the girlishness of it, but as he did his cheeks turned red as he remembered his wardrobe malfunction the other day. "I bet you do, how many do you think about taking in your mouth?"

"What!?" I want to show men I know how to please and sometimes I do it on my knees. The phrase went through his mind unbidden. "Aww Bailey sweetie, I should have just said it directly, I know you are slow and that is okay, your mother and I love you faults in all. I was asking you if you think about giving blow jobs to the cute boys you see. It's okay, you can tell me, your mom isn't around." Bailey put his fork down and pushed the half eaten salad away, suddenly not hungry. She was trying to get him to fuc… to fudge up so she could have an excuse to punish him, and by golly he wasn't going to let her win. "Don't tell Mommy okay? But yeah sometimes I like to think about doing more than flirting." Bailey thought about what happened at the movie theater, feeling the cock in his hands pulse and squirt globs of the salty semen in his mouth. It was gut wrenching, and yet he couldn't help thinking of the list of nutrients that article said it had and it all made him want to cry. "I… I need to go freshen up." Bailey put the napkin down on the table and made his way to the ladies room to try and get his mind under control. "Focus Bailey, focus." He said looking at himself in his ruined AC/DC shirt that now showed off his stomach. Pulling out a tube of gloss from his purse he leaned closer to the mirror, trying to focus on the one task and free his mind from his past actions. A good girl always looks her best, he thought, pursing his lips as he tilted his head this way and that to see his face from different angles. The simple task required him to pay close attention to what he was doing, and no time for his mind to wonder. As he capped the lip gloss he smiled at himself, and not taking time to consider when applying makeup became a mental palate cleanser.

The click, clack of his borrowed heels echoed in the vacant bathroom as he left and made his way back to the table. He was just about to smooth his skirt out to sit down when he was stopped. "No need to sit down pumpkin. Bill is already paid and we have to get going." Bailey looked at his unfinished salad and wished the talk hadn't caused him to monetarily lose his appetite. With a nod of his head he followed his tormentor and at least got to enjoy the sight of her rear as hecwalked behind her, but paid little attention to those watching him go by for the same reason.

Getting up to the counter of the salon, Bailey checked out the woman coming up to greet them. She had raven black hair with red highlights, her makeup was subtle except for her lips that were a matte red. She wore a micro pleated black skirt, a red tank top and chunky boots. "Good afternoon, my niece has an appointment for teeth whitening and two other services. We unfortunately are going to have to cancel the work on her lips, she..." Megan stopped talking when the girl looked away as someone else yelled out the name Heather. "I'm so sorry, have a seat and I will be right with you." She said before running off to the backroom. "Well she needs a lesson in customer service, but at least she wasn't looking at her phone." Bailey looked at Megan as he turned his face away from his phone that he had just taken out when he heard it vibrate. "Okay, I have to go get my laptop from the car and work on those photos for you. Can I trust you here?" Bailey nodded at her, thinking about the unsaid part of her question. Can she trust him here like a big girl? He thought about having to go back to her place and put on that Cinderella bathing suit and play in the sprinklers, or worse if she thought about the splash pad the park had. "You can like always trust me at the mall!"

Bailey crossed his legs as he sat down, he bounced one foot a little as he let the heel dangle from his toes as he looked back to his phone.

Candi: Wait is this for like real?

Bailey: ?

Candi: What you sent me silly

Bailey: Oh like totally

Candi: I dunno, like what if it tastes bad or like, I'm not good at it.

Candi: Or like I gag and throw up!

Candi: I saw you doing it and thought it was so hot, August looked so happy and like Ryan asked if I could, but I've thank God he didn't push me. Ya know

Candi: what was it like for your first time? Were you scared?

Looking down at the little screen, Bailey thought about how terrified he was, but if he said that she might ask why and he need not bring more attention to that subject. So instead he thought about the first time a girl went down on him. He had taken the girl, God he couldn't think of her name, it was one of the clerks at his parents store. He had taken her to a planetarium, one he loved going to over and over again as a kid, but it later turned into his favorite date location. The girl was nervous, but she seemed willing enough so long as he encouraged her with plenty of compliments. He thought about her lips around his dick.

Bailey: Just like take it slow, you can let Ryan or whoever set the pace.

Putting the phone back in his purse Bailey picked up one of the magazines talking about different hair styles. He really needed to get his mind off the topic of that girl and her lips and tongue. He did not want to pop out of the tuck kit and have a bulge in his skirt as some hot girl loomed over him. He heard the phone buzz a few more times, but ignored it in favor of reading the articles. Dang that woman and her article he had to send. Bailey flipped the page as he read and then on to the next before the woman from before, Heather called him up. "So I see you have seen Angie here before, but with what we have you booked for you are in the hands of Katya. She doesn't speak a lot of English, but she is fantastic. Not that you will be able to say much with what you are getting done today, oh you will look just fab!

Looking over Heather's shoulder he saw a leggy blonde he couldn't believe worked all day in the heeled boots she wore. The girl had to be Katya, her look scream Russian model. "Bailey, yes?" He had barely nodded when she hooked a finger and beckoned him to follow l. "Good, you come." Looking back to Heather he remembered to double check she had adjusted the appointment. "Heather you like heard my Aunt before about the lips right?" She looked at Bailey confused and clicked something on the keyboard. "Hmm… yeah I got it. You are all set!"

Relieved at the answer Bailey followed the blonde woman, the second blonde he got to follow today with a nice ass. Aunt Megan's was nice but Katya he was sure he could bounce a coin off of. "Have seat." When Bailey sat down she leaned in close and put her hand on his jaw. "Show teeth like this." She said baring her upper and lower teeth. She gave an appraising look to Bailey's teeth. They weren't perfect by any means, he only really got into the habit of brushing them when he got braces. He only went in for a cleaning because a new dentist office opened up and sent out fifty percent off teeth cleaning and Mommy had… Mandy had told him to check it out and it was only because of her insistence that he follow through with the dentist's recommendation for braces. She blew off his objections of it costing too much without insurance with the office being willing to finance it. In the end it was worth it, but it was a year's worth of embarrassment. Still holding his jaw, Tatya nodded and said something he couldn't understand. "Ty smotret’ slabyy kak detka. Ya ne nado khotet’ golovnaya bol’ (You look as weak as a baby. I don’t want a headache). You take this, less bol'. Good, Bailey, we can make you krasivaya. Hmm, mean beautiful.." He wasn't sure what bol' meant or a lot of what she said, but it looked like she was handing him an aspirin and a glass of champagne. The place smelled of chemicals so he was happy to take it and the alcoholic beverage and had no plan to tell the woman he was eighteen. With how little he had been allowed to drink as of late he really wanted to enjoy it, but the stern looking beauty looked as if she wanted him to hurry up so he downed the rest of the glass. He noticed she gave him an odd look as she took the empty wine glass from him. “Good, now otkrytyy.” She said while opening her own mouth wide, her gesture was enough for Bailey to understand what she wanted him to do. Katya squirted a paste into what looked like a mouth guard and put it in his mouth. “You bite, no swallow. Okay?” Bailey nodded his head, feeling the paste that he was biting into. “For the eyes you lean back, and get relax. You close glaza, hmm how you say?” She stopped for a second and pointed to one of her eyes. “Ewwws” Bailey tried giving her the answers and she gave him a sad smile. “Thank you, but no talk or you will swallow.” With his saliva he already got a taste of the paste and thought it best to heed her warning. So he leaned back in the chair as she reclined it and closed his eyes.

It felt odd like she was putting tape or something just under his eyes. "I clean first, you will like." He heard Katya say before a warm wet cloth went over his eye lids and lashes. It was followed by what he knew was **** wipes. As felt the different wipes and cloth he couldn't help, but follow her instructions to relax. Most of the talking and sounds felt like background noise from a sound machine to help him sleep then a busy room full of women gabbing on about things. He even had trouble focusing on Katya as she said something about sixteen millimeters and type D curl. It felt so peaceful, he wasn't sure why he was dreading this at all. At one point he felt a small prick of pain on his lips, then again. "Wwwt ws tht?" He tried to find out what just happened, but regretting moving his jaw. Not only did some of his paste filled saliva go down his throat, it tasting awful and burning its way down, but he felt someone grip his jaw again. "No detka, be still." The pricks of pain returned and he knew it should bother him, but it felt like it didn't really matter right now. Maybe a problem for later or maybe the Russian woman was just redoing his makeup and didn't know how to be gentle.

Bailey wasn't really sure how much time passed as he leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed. At some point the mouth guard was removed and out back in, but eventually he felt the chair pushing him up and someone tapping his exposed knee. "Wake now detka Bailey." Bailey opened his eyes, they felt heavy and at first it wad like looking through a curtain and his mind took a few moments to figure out why. "Heheheh my eyes have curtains… my mouth feels swollen." Bailey put his fingers to his lips before looking up blinking at the the Russian woman, to her it just looked like the girl was fluttering her new lashes. "What did you do to me?" He asked confused at the woman who only looked proud. She spun the chair around so Bailey could see himself in the mirror. "You love it, yes?"

Looking in the mirror Bailey got lost looking at himself. The girl in the mirror had long curly lashes and thick lips that naturally parted so that you could see just a little bit of her teeth when they were at rest. The girl in the mirror had perfect lips for suckinf him off. He focus in those lips as he wat he'd the girl in the mirror part them and run her tongue over them, momentarily forgetting he was looking at himself. "You like, I can tell. You now krasivaya, like me." Katya had bent down to have her face near his own, breaking him out of some of his fog when he felt her hand on his shoulder. "Krasivaya." He tries the word out, watching his plump lips move. "Yes, Bailey you are krasivaya, is beautiful. And did you see teeth?" For the first time Bailey noticed his white teeth, that someone made the girls mouth in the mirror, his mouth more inviting. "Oh like wow… I am." Bailey looked to the woman for the word again. "Krasivaya" She said and he repeated. While trying to figure out why he looked the way he did when he had been a good girl and wasn't going to get his lips done.