Start with Joyce's hair

Ashley led Joyce to a small room at the back of the salon. Once inside she sat Joyce down in a salon chair and reclined it by a sink. Ashley then began to massage a sweet smelling shampoo into Joyce’s hair.

“That feels nice.” Joyce sighed with contentment.

Ashley smirked. “Yes it does. This is our special blend. It will bleach your hair and your brain. Makes you a blonde in all the most important ways. But don’t think about that tell me a bit about yourself Joyce.”

“Okay, I have two daughters and I own the local gallery. . .”

Ashley cut her off. “Well that’s boring. You’ll never get fucked if you’re just selling artsy stuff. Don’t you know how good it feels to have a nice hard cock slamming into your pussy over and over?”

The shampoo caused her head to tingle and Joyce didn‘t think about the direction this conversation was going. “Yeah I do but I haven’t dated anyone in a while.”

“Well that’s because women who think too much intimidate guys. If you were to change the gallery into something else, like a strip club maybe, no one would believe you think too much.”

“But that could take months.” Joyce pouted. “I want to get fucked now.”

“Don’t worry Joyce. If you could bring a couple of witches here, I could convince them to magic the place around for you. It‘d be done in hours.”

“Willow and Tara are witches. Would they do?”

Ashley smiled softly while she held back a snicker. “They’d be perfect. Now your hair needs to dry before we style it, so should we do your make-up or your clothes next?”