Interrogate

"Thib is nice." Xander blinked a bit as he ran his words thru his mind. Thib? Thib is nice? He was feeling mellow and a little floaty but enough to trip his tongue that badly?

He looked at the drink in his hand, "Whats in this?"

"Nothing bad." Anita, his cute and busty asian stylist answered as she continued his scalp massage. Mainly just lightly dragging her long red nails over his scalp. "Seltzer and fruit juices and some vitamins and minerals."

"No ****?"

"Nope. Would you like some?" Anita asked with a purr.

Xander shook his head. "No thanks. I just feel..."

"Relaxed?" Anita asked as he groped for the words he wanted.

"Uhm... yeah." Xander frowned. It wasnt the word he wanted. Drunk was the word he wanted.

"This room is designed to make men feel better. The wood flooring, deep hunter green walls, proper leather chair, even the scents are designed to make men relax." Anita said quickly like it was a rehearsed speech as she gestured to the incense burning next to the mirror in front of Xander. "Guys need a way to relax and make themselves over too. Just let it all go and become who they always wanted to be."

"Hmmm." Xander did like the sound of that. He sipped some more of the salon's very refreshing fruit juice.

"Now what do you want to do next? Hair cut or a shave?" Anita asked as she continued lightly dragging her nails thru his hair.

"Uh... dealers choice." He didnt really care. He'd been letting his hair grow because he couldnt be bothered to get it cut. And with no Cordelia hasseling him about his sense of style why bother? Half the reason he agreed to this was for the free hair cut. If Joyce hadnt offered he woukd have just soldiered on. That was an idea, "It's Joyce's money you could ask her."

"No opinion? At all?" Anita asked.

"No Cord- uh, no girlfriend to please." Xander answered with a shrug and took another drink of juice.

"Oh, now that is a crime! A cutie like you? No girlfriend? You should be beating them off with a stick." Anita gave him an affectionate pat. "And we can totally ask Joyce what she wants before we cut your hair."

Xander went to take a deep drink of his juice and frowned when he found his glass empty. When did that happen? He raised the glass into the air, "Um, more please?"

"Of course, sir." Anita simpered and with an exaggerated swing in her step went to the mini fridge on the far side of the room and got a chilled carafe of juice out. Xander tried to look away from the scandalously shirt pleated skirt she was wearing. He tried not to think about the small flash of pink thong he was seeing between two glorious thicck ass cheeks as Anita bent over to get the juice.

"So, uh, what's your last name?" Xander asked lamely.

"Wang. Anita Wang." She answered as she returned and filled his glass.

"Seriously?" Xander stared at her as she turned around and put the juice back in the mini fridge. A woman that sexy, with a body a playboy playmate woukd kill for, with that name? What were the odds? "Anita Wang?!"

Well, this was the Hellmouth... odd things happened all the time. Bad things too. Xander sipped his juice as Anita jiggled sexily while laughing. If she laughed any harder her boobs were going to pop out of her top.

"I know. I KNOW." She sighed, "But what can you do?" She stopped next to him and reaching out she ran her hand along his cheek. In a sexy soft breathy voice that was hard to hear she added, "And sometimes it's even true when I find the right type of guy."

Xander stared and swallowed hard. He wasnt sure if he was supposed to hear that or not. Or if it was true or not. He had to remember what his old man said, 'don't believe her when a stripper tells you she wants you, she just want your money.' Xander wasnt sure if the same thing applied to hairdressers. He needed to ask some subtle probing questions. Find out if Anita was a gold digger or just the usual demon woman he dealt with.

"Hmmm, shave first, I think." Anita decided as she rubbed the back of her hand against his stubble one last time, "No woman likes stubble burn when they kiss."

"You're a succubus arent you?" Xander blurted out.

Anita looked at him for a second and then giggled. Sexily, boobs threatening to burst out of her top again. "I think thats the first time I've ever been called that. Usually guys call me a cocktease."

Xander nervously drank more juice. "That's not a no." He mumbled.

Anita laughed and shook her head. Her answe came in a breathy tone of voice that started to make Xander hard. "No. Not a succubus. Not even a man eater. I'm not bad, Xander, I'm just naturally shaped this way."

That she had a figure to rival Jessica Rabbit is what made Xander wonder in the first place. That she sounded like Jessica Rabbit was another point in the supernatural creature column. She was strangley pushing all of his buttons.

She walked away and grabbed a contraption that she wheeled over to his chair.

"Whats that?" Xander asked suspiciously. He took a nervous drink of juice. It was probably nothing but there were tubes and nozzles and if his luck turned out to be his normal luck the thing was an exanguinator and would suck out all his blood.

"Mr. Mister." Anita answered. "We're going to put the chair back and let you relax before the shave as Mr. Mister blows steam over your face. Soften your facial hair and open up your pores." She held up a small vial of red liquid in one hand and then a green vial of liquid in her other, "Now what scent do you want? Something macho muscle man? Lifting weights and looking good?Ooooor.... Something outdoorsey manly man? Working with your hands and chopping wood?"

Xander took another drink of juice and hmmmed as he emptied his glass. Something was wrong here and it was probably him. The whole place felt off but off in a fake way like Hooters did. It probably wasnt anything suspicious. It was just too many years being aware of the hidden Sunnydale dangers. This was just corporate america being corporate america. A different kind of danger. Not to life and limb but to wallet and bank account.

Forcing himself to relax Xander settled into his barber chair and held up his empty glass. "More, please, it's really good."