Salon Shenanigans

"There's an arcade about three blocks from here," said Donna.

"Um," you say, rolling your eyes. "I'm thinking something more adult. I want some hot women to fuck and to fuck with."

"Oh, of course," said Donna. "Right next door is a swanky snooty salon. If you're a new customer, you have to wait like a month for an appointment, and good look getting out of there without dropping about $500 on a cut and color, but lots of beautiful women, bored rich housewives and their daughters, a few models, and the like."

"Thanks," you say. You leave the bank and head to the salon. Salon d'allure. The windows and glass doors were tinted dark enough to where you could not see in. He walked in. There was a cute, petite receptionist at a glass top table. She wore a pink mini-skirt and gold tank top. Her thick blonde hair was in stiff bob. She had a headset on. She looks up at you and give you look like you just took a dump on the carpet. "Um, may I help you?"

Everyone in this salon will believe anything I say without question and do whatever I say. KABAM!

"I'm Jean-Claude Renoir," you say. "I'm a famous hair stylist, and the fact you do not know that is pretty sad. You owe me an apology."

"Oh, Mr Renoir!" she says with a look of embarrassment and a hint of fear. "I'm so sorry!"

"Tell me your name then get on your hands and knees and beg him to forgive you!" you command.

"I'm Bethany." The girl comes out from behind her desk and gets on her hands and knees. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Renoir!"

"Ok, but you need to be punished. Take off your panties and wear them on your head for the rest of the day then lose the skirt and top. Wear only a bra for the rest of the day. If anyone asks why you're dressed that way, tell them it's because you're an exhibitionist bisexual nymphomaniac slut, and you are trying to get laid as many times as you can today. Bethany is a submissive exhibitionist bisexual nymphomaniac. Kabam!

Bethany blushed and stood up. She took off her skirt. She then pulled her top off. She slipped her panties off then pulled them onto her head. She went back to sit behind the table.

You walk past the reception desk through a dark red silk curtain. There was a waiting room with plush chairs and a love seat. A gorgeous woman who appeared to be in her mid to late twenties. She had gorgeous thick, wavy long dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and great cheekbones. She wore black leather pants and matching leather jacket over a white silk tank stop. Even sitting down, you can tell she is tall with a great body. She looks at you with a look that Bethany had - a look that said you do not belong there.

"I'm Jean-Claude Renoir, the world famous hair stylist," you say, "and who might you be?"

"I'm Gloria Vanderpool," she says. "I'm happy you're here. Will you do me?"

If you're lucky, I'll DO you, you think. You admire her hair as she runs a hand through it. "You have gorgeous hair."

"Oh, thank you!" she gushes. "I've actually done some modelling for this place's ads and products."

You devise an perverted plan. The next six men who walk by this place will come in with a full load of semen, and Bethany will escort them back. KABAM! Everyone here knows I am a famous hair stylist and will do anything to make me happy. KABAM!

"Come back with me," you say, extending your hand to Gloria. She stands up. She is wearing four inch spiked heeled boots, which makes her taller than you. You part another set of silk curtains and watch her walk through as you admire her firm bubble butt.

The next room is the salon proper. It is where the sinks, styling chairs, and dryers are. There is a woman in her forties having her hair washed, and couple more under the dryers, and a girl who looks to be in her late teens getting her hair trimmed by a thin tall man wearing tight jeans and a tight black t-shirt. There are two female stylist sitting in the styling chairs. One is flipping through a magazine, and one is texting. They are both in their thirties, and their hair is well-coiffed and stiff. Everyone looks up at you when you walk in and beam at you.

"Ladies!" you say. "As you should know, there is nothing better for a woman's hair than semen, lots and lots of semen. I've made plans for six men to come in here. Gloria will let the first three jack themselves off with her hair and cum in it. Three more men will jack off on her head." You turn to Gloria who looks unsure of this. "Gloria here, loves having guys jack themselves off with her hair. She is not afraid to admit that she loves giving 'hair jobs.'" You turn to Gloria. "You should give hair jobs at least two times a week, and once a month have six guys cum in your hair. And since you have incredible orgasms any time you feel a guy cum on your head, you get off and get good hair."

Gloria blushes and looks down.

Bethany, dressed only in her bra and still with her panties on her head, escorts two men back. They are both businessmen, dressed in suits and ties.

"Bethany, what the hell?" asks the male stylist.

"I'm a bisexual nymphomaniac slut and I want to get laid as much as possible," says Bethany before she turns on her heel and leaves.

"You!" you say pointing to the redhead who was texting. "Get a pillow for Gloria to kneel on. You!" you say pointing to the platinum blonde with the magazine. "Collect everyone's cash and give it to me. All of you will give me all of your cash."

The redhead brings the pillow, and the blonde gets up and gets the cash from her own purse before moving on to the next person.

"Gloria, kneel," you say.

Gloria does as you command. You then have her remove her jacket. You have the two men stand on either side of Gloria. A moment later, Bethany escorts a third man back.He's a young construction worker in a hard hat. You have him stand behind Gloria. "Genetlemen," you say, "jack yourselves off with Gloria's gorgeous, silky soft hair, and when you cum, push your dick up against her scalp. Begin."

The men want to make you happy, so they drop their pants and underwear and wrap a big handful of Gloria's hair around their cocks and start stroking themselves off. You look at the redhead. "When the guys come in Gloria's hair, come massage the cum into her scalp."

"Yes, sir," she says with a high pitched voice.

As the men are jacking themselves off, the woman who was being shampooed was brought over by the shampoo girl and sat in one of the chairs. You walk over to her. "Tell me your name," you say.

"I'm Buffy Peak," she says.

"Just a trim or a big occaission?"

"Oh, my daughter's sweet sixteen is tonight," She says.

"Is she here?" you ask.

"No, her aunt took her to get a massage and mani-pedi today."

"You should get a mohawk," you say. "It'll show your daughter you're still hip."

"Oh, what a great idea!" she says.

You nod. You hear heels clicking on the marble floor and turn to see someone come in through the silk curtains.