It’s fairly normal

You follow the receptionists directions and enter the door marked 2. It looks pretty normal, a large mirrored table, a big salon chair, a second chair in front of a sink. A huge painting on the wall, it’s some colored squares on a white plane, nothing special. The most impressive part is the redhead with massive breasts and huge violet eyes.

She smiles after looking up from a tablet, and motions to the large chair. Her turquoise top shimmers in the light and accentuates her cavernous cleavage. I take the seat as quick as I can trying to hide my obvious erection. With a quick flourish she throws the cape over me before opening her mouth.

“So I take it you don’t want anything too fancy?” Her voice is rich and surprisingly deep.

“Uh, yeah.” I can barely get my words out im so nervous around this walking wet dream. “I usually just get it buzzed down to like half an inch all around.”

“Ugh. I mean I could do that,” she responds, with mild disgust. “But your getting a salon visit, it should be an experience. I’m Fay by the way.” She giggles at her rhyme.

“I’m not really in to all of that stuff.” I admit trying to be confident but my attention is constantly drawn to the reflection of her cleavage.

“Tell you what.” She whispers in my ear now sending shivers through my entire body. “I’ll give you a special cut, and if you don’t like it, I’ll just buzz it all for you.”

“That sounds like a good compromise.” I admit, practically yelling as her breath tickles my neck.

“Great.” She giggles once more, jumping up and making her tits bounce. “First we will have to wash this hair. Do you ever use any product?”

“Honest?” I admit almost reluctantly. “I just use my body wash on my hair.”

“OMG.” She is almost horrified by my answer. “That explains the poor texture.” She grips my hand and hauls me out of the big chair and in to the one attached to the sink. “Ok, I’m sending you home with a complimentary bottle of shampoo and a bottle of conditioner.”

“I don’t need you to do that.” I try my best to brush it all off.

“Nonsense.” She pushes me back in the chair and it locks in to place with my head resting in the sink. Everything starts to echo inside the bowl. “Now this is gonna take some time, do I’m gonna play some music.”

With a flick of her fingers on her tablet music begins to pour out from above me. It’s a pop station with a weird tone in the background that I can’t place. The first song is already half over and nothing that gets me to pay attention. As she starts to collect shampoo and I guess conditioner, the next song starts. California Gurl, I hate this song. Before I can say anything the water begins to run and I no longer have to listen.

The water is freezing at first, but quickly warms up. As soon as her fingers start to massage my scalp I stop thinking and just let her fingers do their work. It’s relaxing and really good feeling. The next thing I now the smell of cherry blossoms fills my nose and my head starts to tingle as she shampoos my hair. The whole time she is talking to me but I can’t bother to listen.

“I don’t need to worry, Fay knows what’s best.” I think to myself as I just let the sensations wash over me.