Styling Mrs Fitzpatrick

Zeke hastily went around the shop, gathering up and writing on thought bubbles. Everyone got the same message, including Natalie who was following him around dreamily. The message he wrote was "Whatever he says is a brilliant idea. He's a genius. Nothing he says or does is wrong at all".

Satisfied that he had conditions to his liking and that he could act as he wanted without causing outrage, he turned to Natalie who was right behind him and held her by the boobs. He didn't feel the need to say anything, just noting that a) no-one was perturbed by the sight of it and b) that Natalie's thought bubble just popped up with "OMG - he likes my boobies!" and her face lit up with a broad smile.

He walked over to the awkward customer who Lena had started rinsing the hair of again before re-styling it. "Good afternon ma'am. If I may, I'm a world class hair consultant. I drink a select blend of proteins in order to make my urine the most intense hair conditioning serum ever produced. Its far better than anything that's on the market. I can see that its exactly what your hair needs right now."

"Oh my. Do you think so?"

"I do. Just one moment and I'll apply some right now", said Zeke, unzipping his flies and pulling his cock out.

The customer sat back to enjoy the new treatment as Zeke let his water flow, straight at her head.

Zeke looked around at the jealous faces of other customers who also wanted special treatment. Oh dear, he thought - what have I started?