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“No, I don’t have anything until three,” I said. “I could take a long lunch.”

“Great,” Janice said with pleasure.

I was getting more suspicious that Janice was building towards a more personal relationship. Her demeanor was still that of a merely friendly coworker, true. On the other hand, lunch together was one thing—unusual to go out, just the two of us, but still understandable—but taking me to her favorite salon seemed like much more of a personal, social excursion.

I was almost sure now that if I asked Janice out she would accept, and suspected that if I didn’t actually shut her down, sooner or later she herself might suggest a more formal date. I still wasn’t sure about the prospect, but I was willing to let the day’s events play out a bit longer, to feel out the issue a bit more and see how things went.

Neither Janice nor I finished a third time with our servers under the table. Instead we decided to get the check and head for the salon while it was still early. I tipped my server generously in recognition of her skill, however, and I noticed that Janice did the same.

The salon turned out to be only two blocks away, which made it more convenient to walk rather than catch a cab.

“Welcome to the Fairwinds Salon and Spa,” the receptionist greeted us when we walked into the chic, air-conditioned entryway. “Do you have an appointment?”

“I do, but not for today,” Janice admitted. “I was hoping to show my friend your excellent establishment. Do you think there might be an opening for us?”

“Certainly,” the receptionist assured us with a smile. “What sort of services were we looking for today?”

“Well, I was due for a trim next Thursday,” Janice said, “but I think it’s a bit too soon for that now. What about just some highlights up top, and a full wax down below?”

“Excellent,” the receptionist replied. “And for the gentleman?”

“A close trim and shaping shave,” Janice answered for me. “Is Tanya available? She’s my usual girl.”

“I’m afraid Tanya isn’t working today,” the receptionist answered with an apologetic grimace. “But Lindsey is free, and she does excellent work. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine,” Janice accepted with a wave of her hand.

“Lindsey is the only stylist currently available,” the receptionist apologized again. “Would you like to wait, sir? May should be free in about fifteen minutes. Or would you like to go back together? Lindsey could take care of you both together, if you prefer. The services will both take a bit longer, but neither of you will have to wait to begin.”

“Let’s go together,” Janice suggested immediately, before I could answer.

I had no objection, but I was once again curious as to whether Janice’s quickness to ensure that we wouldn’t separate was another sign that she wanted this excursion to be more of a first date than a simple lunchtime diversion among coworkers.

The receptionist showed us back to the salon area, where a few women and one man were getting their hair done, and two women was having their bushes carefully trimmed and waxed. Partway through the area, a smiling blonde woman met us.

“Hi, my name is Lindsey and I’ll be taking care of you both today,” she greeted us. Since the receptionist hadn’t said anything to her yet, I assumed she must have put something into the computer that had told the stylist ahead of time that two clients were on the way.

“Hello, Lindsey,” I replied.

“Nice to meet you,” Janice added, shaking the girl’s hand.

Lindsey got us both settled near a pair of side-by-side barber’s chairs, then helped first me, then Janice out of our clothes. For whatever reason, I’d never seen Janice fucking around the office, so this was my first opportunity to see my coworker without her clothes. I was impressed: Janice was wearing a discreet, black leather corset under her business suit (which she left on since it wouldn’t be in the way of her service), and it lifted and cupped her breasts to wonderful effect. I also noted that her bush was very carefully tended: waxed or shaved into a very neat square shape above her pussy, and kept trimmed very close.

“You’re gorgeous undressed, Janice,” I complimented my coworker. “Have you ever considered going nude occasionally? Or maybe just trying some of those outfits that leave the top open, or leave out the skirt?”

“Thank you, James,” she replied with a pleased smile at the compliments. “I’ve never really gone in for nudism, but maybe I’ll give some of the more daring fashions a try, if you think it would look good on me?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “I’ll be honest: seeing you now, I’d really like to fuck you after we’re done here. Just look at my dick,” I said, gesturing at the hard-on I was developing. “What do you say?”

Janice’s smile grew, and she did look at my dick, even licking her lips a little as she did so. “I’d be delighted,” she agreed. “In fact, I’m surprised we’ve never gotten around to it before now.”

“True,” I agreed. “We’ve been at the same office for, what? Two years now?”

“Almost,” she confirmed.

As Janice and I settled into our barber’s chairs and Lindsey began to use warm towels to wet down our respective crotches, I thought to myself that this would probably settle the question of Janice’s intentions. In my experience, fucking a woman was almost a sure-fire way to tell if she was interested in dating. Sometimes it could be difficult to tell if the sex was purely friendly or if there was something more to it, but usually there was something in the eyes, or the sound of the sighs and moans that would give away your partner’s true feelings.

After the basic preparations were out of the way, Lindsay got Janice’s highlights started first. Once those were in place, she came to me and gave my crotch another pass with her warm towel. My hard-on of earlier had subsided a bit, but the feel of the warm, damp towel stirred it again.

“I could take care of that for you if you like, sir, but if you don’t mind, it will actually help to leave it for a while,” Lindsey suggested. “Keeping the skin stretched will make the rest easier.”

“That’s fine by me,” I accepted. “But I just came a few times at lunch. I’ll probably go back down pretty quick if you don’t keep giving it a little attention.”

“Oh, no problem,” the girl assured me. “Here: this’ll help a little,” she said, and unbuttoned her top, then unhooked her bra and pulled her breasts out of her top to leave them on display while she worked.

“Yes, thank you,” I told her with a grateful smile, and enjoyed the view of her breasts, which weren’t terribly big but were capped with very large, very puffy nipples.

Lindsey kept up a constant light stroking of my cock while she worked in order to maintain my erection. Meanwhile, she used an electric trimmer to pare down my bush to a very tight length, and then waxed my crotch everywhere except a mostly-triangular shape above my dick.

“How’s that look?” she asked when it was done.

“Excellent,” Janice answered for me. I glanced over and saw that she was masturbating while she watched Lindsey working on me.

I grinned at Janice, then turned back to my pretty barber. “Lindsey, how about a little blowjob to finish me off?” I requested.

“Absolutely, sir,” she agreed with a smile, and immediately bent to take my stiff dick into her mouth.

I sighed with pleasure, then turned and made eye contact with Janice, smiling. Janice grinned back, and intensified her fingers’ work between her legs. She controlled her pacing carefully, watched my face intently, and was able to bring herself to orgasm at the same moment that I came into Lindsey’s mouth. We shared another smile, and I knew, even before we fucked: Janice did hope to begin a personal relationship with me. And I was fully on board with that.

After swallowing, Lindsey used her warm, damp towel to clean my crotch up, then a dry one to finish the job.

“Okay, sir, you’re all set,” she told me. “You can get dressed whenever you’re ready.”

After that, she turned her attention to Janice. The highlights were finished, so she set to work on Janice’s own crotch. First a fresh warm, wet towel to clean up the wetness Janice had spread around down there, then she got to work with her wax.

I didn’t get dressed right away, however. Instead I stood up and walked over to stand beside Janice’s barber chair, and gently caressed one of Janice’s breasts while Lindsey worked.

Janice smiled and sighed, then reached over to give my hanging dick a pat. She turned her head and looked up at me: “Move a little closer, so I can suck your dick,” she invited me.

I did as Janice suggested, and received yet another blowjob while Lindsey worked to clean all the hair off Janice’s vulva. So soon after putting a load of cum into Lindsey’s mouth, Janice had only just managed to finish getting me hard by the time Lindsey had completely finished her work and cleaned Janice up.