Shampoo, Cut & Blowjob

She took her time, even though there was a reception area full of clients waiting for her – and a few were there well over two hours – just waiting and watching, waiting and watching. They didn’t give a shit if she gave a good cut or a bad one – they just wanted to spent time in that chair and then enjoy the long, leisurely shampoo she gave afterward.

They didn’t see her as a whole person – they couldn’t have. She had a thick accent and spoke broken english - face-wise she had the appearance of a vulture – with a large, thick, beak-like nose, big wide-set eyes that were positioned more to the sides of her face than the center and a thin-lipped little mouth. They were looking at her in pieces – for she had a taught body with one of those heart-shaped asses, tiny waist and perky little tits, and was maybe five feet tall.

I was astonished, as I sat across from her station, hair full of foil, looking like a freak, and watched as one man after another came and went. The one in the photo was especially hot for her, as every time she turned to get something off the table he stole a quick “real-life” glance at her ass, as opposed to the reflection in the mirror he’d been settling for.

I told her before I left, being me and unable to resist, that if she wore a skirt or shorts she’d have them lined up around the block. She gave me a quizzical look, having absolutely no idea what I was talking about, while my own stylist fell over laughing.

Perhaps that was part of her captivating charm, the fact that she was totally clueless and therefore the men could ogle her at will without worry of offending or possible repercussion n the form of an accidental slip of the shears.

~ by Jill Terry on May 2, 2008.