Trims by Tricia

Trims by Tricia is the busiest of all the corner shops you realize as you open the glass door and step inside. There are two customers, one woman in her thirties with her head back and hair in a sink, another older woman with her hair in foils sitting up drinking coffee and reading a magazine, Two stylists were in attendance. the oldest, again in her thirties was a short peroxide blonde, with a tight black leather vest top and tight leather pants, leaning over the lady with her hair in the sink, presumably applying some product. The other was younger, probably mid twenties, with long wavy scarlet hair. She wore a tight fitting leopard print mini dress with a low cleavage, and was just returning from the back room with a hairdryer in her hand. The last occupant of the shop was younger still, a teenager, probably 18 with straight multi colored striped hair, who was sitting at the desk by the door wearing a pair of gold shiny hotpants and a plain white t-shirt, over which she wore a pair of red suspenders attached to the shorts, the straps of which went down the outside of her considerable breasts for her age.

She looks at you for a second then smiles. "Hi. Can I help you?"

"Fuck yes. Thank you. You definitely can. Take your tshirt off please." you say sounding relieved.

"Ok", she says without seeming perturbed, slides the straps of the suspenders down her shoulders and hauls the t-shirt over her head. Stunning!

You reach out and grab a tit through her white satin balcony bra. she pulls away suddenly.

"Hey!" she shouts.

"Calm down," you say wearily.

"Ok," she says and looks visibly calmed.

You pull your French knickers off, grab your cock and say, "suck on this" to her.

"Ok", she says as if its the most natural thing in the world.

"Hey, What the hell are you doing? Tiffany! Stop that!" squeals the scarlet haired stylist. Tiffany ignores her and sets to work. The others turn to look and a commotion ensues. The older stylist abandons the woman's hair in the sink and begins to make her way towards you. By now Tiffany is on her knees and is sucking your cock into her mouth. Wonderful!

The blonde stylist goes to tackle you and realizes she can't then goes to lift Tiffany off her knees to stop her but fails to do that either - it might cause Tiffany to accidentally bite you - a contravention of wish #1. "Get up Tiffany"! she shouts impotently.

"Be silent!" you address her and she shuts up instantly, but stands there looking at you questioningly. You look her up and down. She is definitely well presented. the leather trousers look good on her. The other stylist is now standing beside her. "Get the fuck out of here you creep!" she shouts, gesturing at you with her hairdryer. the tight dress makes her look hot as fuck,

Tiffany is now bobbing along, her glossy pink lips sliding up and down your cock as the situation develops around you both. "You! What's your name?" you indicate the angry shocking flame hared girl.

"Tricia!" she shouts. "I'm calling the police". She stops and grabs her handbag and begins rummaging for her phone.

Hmm, you would have guessed the older one was the owner. Oh well. You contradict her, "No you're not. Stop that. Put the bag down".

Aghast, she complies. "How...?"

"Now get over here. Yes that's it. Stand right beside me." You indicate the spot to your left so that you are shoulder to shoulder. "Now lift your dress up and take your knickers off."

"I, I won't," she objects but is already doing it. "Please,"

"What the fuck are you doing man?" shouts the woman with long dark wet hair who was in the process of having it shampooed when you arrived, then turns and starts to run for the backroom.

"Stop"! you shout, "No-one leaves! You - sit back down and shut up", you indicate the customer. You don't really have a role for her just now. "Take your clothes off and masturbate."

The older woman with her hair in foils looks aghast but doesn't say anything. "Yeah, you too. Shut up, strip and wank".

As both the customers begin complying with your order, you turn and look at Tricia. She looks great. Very athletic. Her pussy is neatly trimmed with just a little triangle of cropped hair above her entry slot. Nice. "Sit up on the counter and open your legs".

With a frightened look, she shifts herself up and opens her legs wide

"You," you jab a finger at the peroxide blonde stylist, standing in the middle of the shop, "Get your face in there and get busy with your tongue."

She shakes her head as she takes the 3 steps to her boss and then kneels down between her legs, pushing her face into the older woman's cunt.

"Yeah, that's it. Try your best to make her cum".

You let Tiffany suck your cock for a minute or two longer then pull her head gently from your cock. "You can stop now", you say.

Tiffany says nothing, but wipes her face on the back of her arm. You pull the blonde stylist off of Tricia, who has her eyes shut and her teeth clenched. Its hard to tell quite what emotion she's displaying. "You stop too", you say, pulling her head back from her boss' cunt. "Start licking out Tiffany instead". Tiffany, you call without looking round. "Strip and let her lick your cunt."

You spare them a glance as you turn round to face the shop owner, legs open and pussy soaking wet on the counter. It would be a crime not to you think and you turn and close the distance on her, presenting your cock at her pussy lips.

She starts to inch away from you on the counter, eyes widening and her head shaking in a negative gesture. You just grab her by the hips and hold her steady and thrust easily into her waiting, hot wet hole.

It feels such a perfect fit as you thrust into her pussy and after Tiffany's blowjob, you are quite far along. Tricia on the other hand is not looking quite so happy. She looks frightened. You lean forward and whisper in her ear, "Relax and enjoy yourself". Instantly her demeanor is transformed into one of bliss. Wow, that was easy, you think and wonder how far these kind of instructions could go.

"Uh!" uh! uh!" you repeat over and over again, building up speed, knowing you're about to blow. Its not the kind of thing that anyone could obey you think, and eventually you cum, releasing a pent up load of goo inside the gorgeous flame haired hairdressers hot, and now welcoming cunt.

As you pant, in satisfaction, you lean forward and whisper another instruction before your cock deflates, "Have your best ever orgasm. Now"!

Her scream cuts through the shop. "Oooowwww, eeee!", you can feel rippling waves and her pussy clenching on your cock. "uh, uh uh uh! uh!"

"Wow!" you think. Amazing. you watch in close proximity as Tricia goes through a blissful climax before eventually you pull your flaccid cock from her soaking pussy.

The others are still doing what they were told, but watching you even as they masturbated, or ate each other out. The door goes and another customer arrives. You turn stark naked towards her as she takes in the scene.

Its a petite blonde in her early 40s. Tight jeans and a green shiny top. She looks pretty good and in great shape, but you have no real use for her just now. "Come in, sit down, shut up and close your eyes", you tell her. She does what she's told.

Feeling good, you wander round the shop. The assistant Tiffany is still being eaten out by the blonde stylist. You whisper the magic word in her ear. "Orgasm" and immediately her face changes and she starts making noises like she's doing farmyard impressions.

You visit the two customers, fingering themselves in their chairs and give them the same instructions and grin at your work.

You wait till everyone comes down from outer space, then get Tricia to give your hair a trim.

"ok everyone. Here we go." you announce an end of party instruction "Everyone, remember this day as something fun. You've enjoyed yourselves. Don't talk about it though. Now carry on with your work. Oh, does anyone have a car? I need a lift".