OOC: Wily Wanker and I started to post in another thread, but because we didn't fit into the story, we will now start our own.
It started like this......
Willy:
In a small salon around the corner from the fancy place is my shop. I'm Willy, a 42 year old male, divorced and working his ass off to make this work. I started out just putting up some money to get this saloon started but as I hung around, I got interest, went to school, and became a stylist myself. My partner took off and left me to run the place. Its been a struggle but things have turned the corner. My clients could afford the fancier places but enjoy the personal attention.
Right now I'm waiting for one of my favorite clients. A young attorney, she has the most fabulous long black hair. I had a thing for long hair, even before starting as a stylist but I have to make sure I wear a smock when Jade comes in, because I always seem to have an erection before she leaves.
Everyone else has left, I've got the cream bath she requested ready, just setting back in one of the chairs, reading a magazine, waiting for Ms. Chen to arrive.
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Jade Chen:
Jade Chen, 28, attorney at law. I have long thick black hair that flows down my back to reach my waist. I need it trimmed and I want a cream bath, too.
I like to come to Willy's salon. It's not a fancy place, but he's kind and professional. He really knows how to take care of my hair, so I come here every month or so, to indulge myself with a creambath, and be pampered.
Today is no exception. I usually come during lunch time, but today I made an appointment for after work. Actually he closes at 6pm, but he said he'd make an exception for me.
When I arrive at 5 minutes to 6, Willy is outside, putting the shutters up. "Hi," I say, "did you forget I have an appointment?" "No," he says, "of course not. I'm going to close the shop so nobody else comes in. That way I can concentrate on my favorite customer." he looks at me, and smiles. "Just go inside and make yourself comfortable. I'll be with you in a minute."
I enter the shop and sit down, and soon he comes in and closes and bolts the door. Rubbing his hands together, he asks me what I want him to do. "Let me trim your hair first. What kind of cream bath do you want?" The way he says it, makes me suddenly see a vision of a certain kind of 'cream', which I really don't want in my hair. What kind of wicked thoughts am I having? I shiver with anticipation.
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IC: Willy
I watch thru the windows as Jade glides across the room and takes her seat in my station. Damn, its been to long since I spent any "quality" time with a woman that nice. Adjusting my already hardening cock, I re-enter the salon and lock the door behind me and pull the shades.
Moving across the room, I check to make sure the cream wash I selected is the one she wanted. I tell her I'll cut her hair first and then ask about the cream bath. What was that look on her face? Did she just have one of the thoughts I'd been having. Looking again, I decided I had just imagined it. We moved to the wash sinks and she laid back, her beautiful flowing black hair even blacker as the water wets her locks. I run my fingers thru her hair, loving the feel and enjoying the look on her face, her eyes closed, a relaxed but satisfied look as I massage and stroke her scalp. I take more time than is necessary, partly because I really want to do a good job, partly because I don't want to give up contact with this lovely woman.
"So, Jade, what do you call 100 lawyers on the bottom of the ocean?" She laughs because I always try to have a new lawyer joke when she comes in. "I've heard this one, Willy, its a Good Start. Is that how your really feel about me?"
Oh, oh, how to answer that? Just laugh it off, "You know your my favorite shyster." I reply. Hmmmm, if she only knew.
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Jade:
His hands caress my hair and scalp, while the water cascades through it. It relaxes me, combined with the easy way he talks, jokes he tells, and soon I'm feeling a bit drowsy.
My legs relax and open a bit, making my short skirt ride higher on my thigh. My eyes close, and I'm starting to drift. It's been a long and busy day at work, and I've had to skip lunch. That's why I'm feeling so tired.
[Edited by asiangal on 01-17-2001 at 10:26 PM]
It started like this......
Willy:
In a small salon around the corner from the fancy place is my shop. I'm Willy, a 42 year old male, divorced and working his ass off to make this work. I started out just putting up some money to get this saloon started but as I hung around, I got interest, went to school, and became a stylist myself. My partner took off and left me to run the place. Its been a struggle but things have turned the corner. My clients could afford the fancier places but enjoy the personal attention.
Right now I'm waiting for one of my favorite clients. A young attorney, she has the most fabulous long black hair. I had a thing for long hair, even before starting as a stylist but I have to make sure I wear a smock when Jade comes in, because I always seem to have an erection before she leaves.
Everyone else has left, I've got the cream bath she requested ready, just setting back in one of the chairs, reading a magazine, waiting for Ms. Chen to arrive.
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Jade Chen:
Jade Chen, 28, attorney at law. I have long thick black hair that flows down my back to reach my waist. I need it trimmed and I want a cream bath, too.
I like to come to Willy's salon. It's not a fancy place, but he's kind and professional. He really knows how to take care of my hair, so I come here every month or so, to indulge myself with a creambath, and be pampered.
Today is no exception. I usually come during lunch time, but today I made an appointment for after work. Actually he closes at 6pm, but he said he'd make an exception for me.
When I arrive at 5 minutes to 6, Willy is outside, putting the shutters up. "Hi," I say, "did you forget I have an appointment?" "No," he says, "of course not. I'm going to close the shop so nobody else comes in. That way I can concentrate on my favorite customer." he looks at me, and smiles. "Just go inside and make yourself comfortable. I'll be with you in a minute."
I enter the shop and sit down, and soon he comes in and closes and bolts the door. Rubbing his hands together, he asks me what I want him to do. "Let me trim your hair first. What kind of cream bath do you want?" The way he says it, makes me suddenly see a vision of a certain kind of 'cream', which I really don't want in my hair. What kind of wicked thoughts am I having? I shiver with anticipation.
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IC: Willy
I watch thru the windows as Jade glides across the room and takes her seat in my station. Damn, its been to long since I spent any "quality" time with a woman that nice. Adjusting my already hardening cock, I re-enter the salon and lock the door behind me and pull the shades.
Moving across the room, I check to make sure the cream wash I selected is the one she wanted. I tell her I'll cut her hair first and then ask about the cream bath. What was that look on her face? Did she just have one of the thoughts I'd been having. Looking again, I decided I had just imagined it. We moved to the wash sinks and she laid back, her beautiful flowing black hair even blacker as the water wets her locks. I run my fingers thru her hair, loving the feel and enjoying the look on her face, her eyes closed, a relaxed but satisfied look as I massage and stroke her scalp. I take more time than is necessary, partly because I really want to do a good job, partly because I don't want to give up contact with this lovely woman.
"So, Jade, what do you call 100 lawyers on the bottom of the ocean?" She laughs because I always try to have a new lawyer joke when she comes in. "I've heard this one, Willy, its a Good Start. Is that how your really feel about me?"
Oh, oh, how to answer that? Just laugh it off, "You know your my favorite shyster." I reply. Hmmmm, if she only knew.
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Jade:
His hands caress my hair and scalp, while the water cascades through it. It relaxes me, combined with the easy way he talks, jokes he tells, and soon I'm feeling a bit drowsy.
My legs relax and open a bit, making my short skirt ride higher on my thigh. My eyes close, and I'm starting to drift. It's been a long and busy day at work, and I've had to skip lunch. That's why I'm feeling so tired.
[Edited by asiangal on 01-17-2001 at 10:26 PM]
