Yes

Stepping back you decide to restart time.

“What the fuck is going on,” the bride screamed struggling against the restrains. “What’s in my hair it’s fucking burning. Help me out of here you worthless piece of shit.”

The style just looked at the bride before saying, “I don’t think I’ll be doing that. Maybe you should start treating people a little nicer.”

“Fuck you, you fucking cunt,” the bride spat as she stomped her feet and thrashed against the restrains like a wild woman.

Turning your attention back to the redheaded stylist who was looking down at the growing bald spot clearly mortified. “Mam I think we have a problem,” she finally said.

“What is it, what did you do,” the bitchy client said as her hands flew to her head. Her fingers found the bald spot, “What did you do to my hair,” she said jumping to her feet to look into the mirror. “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh my hair. You did this to me,” she said glaring at the stylist with a look that could kill. The stylist cowered in fear. With one swift motion the girl grabbed the trimmer and shaved a strip down the middle of the stylist’s head

“You bitch,” the stylist said as she smacked her client in the face. Her client returned the favor and soon a full on catfight ensued. Deciding to have a little more fun, you pull down each girls choice of bottoms followed by their skimpy thongs. You then grab the depilatory and generously coat each girl’s pussy and asshole in the burning substance. Returning their clothing back to normal, you restart time.

The catfight continue with hair pulling, face slapping, and tit punching before the two girls suddenly stopped. Their hands slowly traveled down to their pussy and ass before both girls started to scream.

“It fucking burns,” the stylist yelled as both girls took off in the direction of the hair washers. You watch as they both strip down and sit in the sink attempting to let the cold water cool down their burning privates.

You laugh at the scene, but decide it’s time to move on. You leave the salon to a chorus of screams as the sinks magically started producing hot water.

You look around wondering what to do next when you saw a black BMW, but what really drew your attention was a little chihuahua clawing at the rolled up window. Getting angry you decided to wait to see who your new victim is. After about 30min you contemplated just breaking a window when you saw a blonde, probably in her early twenties, in a tight black dress and big sunglasses. She was talking away on her phone, while walking next to a muscular man in a black suit who was carrying about ten different shopping bags.

“OMG Madison you won’t believe what I got today. Some of the cutest little dresses. They really make my ass pop. Even Ogre was getting hard watching me trying them on. Weren’t you Ogre?” The blonde said turning her attention to the man carrying the bags. The man didn’t say anything as he held the same stoic expression. “Whatever, when Brad sees me in these he’ll forget all about Miss Goody Two Shoes. “

You watch the clearly spoiled brat walk up to the BMW as she continued to talk away on her phone bragging about all the new clothing daddy’s credit card just bought her.

“Get off the fucking window,” she yelled as she opened the car door and delivered a hard smack to the tiny dog.

“Hey maybe you should be a little considerate and crack a window for your dog,” You yelled at the blonde.

“And who the fuck are you? How dare you speak to me you poverty stricken piece of trash,” she yelled flicking you off in the process.

“Do we have a problem here,” the man carrying the bags asked.

“Yes we do, this thing dared speak to me,” the blonde whined. The man approached you cracking his knuckles. “Oh I love it when he does this,” the spoiled brat said as she clapped her hands. “Hold on Madison, Ogre is going to beat up another pathetic loser.

Deciding you had enough, you stop time. “Now how to punish you two.”