Tangled Beauty
Tangled Beauty
By K.L.
Middleton
Copyright ©2012 by K.L. Middleton
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Contents
Michael
S
he stares down at me and I am lost in those magnificent emerald eyes. They hold me prisoner- a willing captive to this beautiful creature who makes my heart
ache
every time I am in her presence. The desire to taste those sweet lips, and bury myself deep inside of her heat…
It torments my soul
.
I struggle to control my
self as her hands slide through my hair, ever so lovingly. Her touch, gentle at first, grows bolder as she continues her glorious administrations. Inside, I am groaning with desire as I imagine these able hands wrapped around other parts of my body, followed by her full, succulent, lips…
It is almost too much to bear.
I
close my eyes and grip the edge of the chair as these wicked thoughts consume me, thankful that my lap is draped in plastic. I try to think of less desirable things, but my body refuses to cooperate, and I am on the edge of control. Just when I think I can no longer contain myself, the faucet is turned off, and she speaks my name…
Michael.
It rolls from her tongue like a lover’s caress, so smooth and sexy.
I open my eyes and smile up at
this lovely enchantress, wishing I could stare forever at her beauty.
She smiles back and urges me to follow her.
I obey without question as I am quite smitten with this beautiful angel. Truth be told, I would follow her to the depths of Hell if asked; I wouldn’t even question it.
I sit down at her station, smoothing the plastic back over
my thighs as our eyes meet in the mirror’s reflection. She opens her lovely mouth and asks me what I’d like.
I pause.
My pulse is racing and I am brimming with desire. I would like nothing more than to take her, right then and there. To claim her as mine and
mine
alone. To destroy anyone who might interfere or stand in the way of our destiny.
But
for now…
I think
I’ll just settle for a trim.
Sinclair
“Have you heard the news, yet?” asked Tiffany.
We were in the back
of the salon, mixing hair-color.
“What news?” I asked, trying to brush a
loose strand of hair away from my eyes without getting any powder in them.
“Judy sold the shop.”
I raised my head and stared at her in horror. “What? When?”
“I guess the deal
was finalized last night. She sold it to some guy from L.A.”
“
So, are we getting shut down?”
“No. Nothing’s changing but the ownership. She sold it to one of her friend’s son’s, so
that she could retire.”
I heaved a sigh of relief.
“Jesus, you scared the hell out of me. I don’t know what I’d do if
Tangled
was shut down.”
“
Me neither. Anyway, I cannot
wait
to meet the owner,” gushed the pretty nineteen-year-old. “Judy says he’s freaken’ hot and that we’re all going to love him. He’ll be here on Monday.”
“Huh,” I said, stirring the color.
It would be nice having another guy in the shop. I wondered if he knew anything about hair, or if he was gay. Many times, it went hand-in-hand.
“Is
that
the color your customer wants?” she asked, pointing towards the swatch I was examining. “That’s going to be quite a change for her.”
I
stared at the bright, red lock and nodded. “I’ve tried talking her out of it, but she keeps insisting.”
Tiffany picked up her bowl of color and turned to leave. “
Well, good luck with that.”
I snorted.
“I need more than luck.”
My customer
, Mrs. Lancaster, was a thick-jowled, heavy-set lady in her fifties; a woman who was normally very conservative. Today, she’d brought in a picture of a twenty-something celebrity who had long, vibrant, red hair, and wanted
that
same color. Unfortunately, on Mrs. Lancaster, it was going to look like a crime scene.
“Okay,” I said,
after returning to my station. “You’re certain that this is
the
color?” I asked, holding out the brightly colored strands.
“
Yes, dear,” she said, touching the sample lovingly between her fingers. “I want that
exact
color. I know it’s going to be just lovely.”
I forced a smile.
“Okay, then. Let’s do this.”
“Oh, no…
oh no you did not just do that!” hollered Felicia, from across the salon.
I turned around and stared at the little old man sitting in Felicia’s chair, a
huge shit-eating grin on his face.
“Oh, my God,” apologized a
well-to-do older woman, sitting in a chair beside them. “I am so sorry. Henry! You have to behave yourself!”
“
No,
I’m
sorry,” said Felicia, setting down the scissors, “I am
not
cutting this old man’s hair if he’s going put his mouth on me. Hell no.”
It was then that I noticed the front of Felicia’s
hot-pink T-shirt. There was a wet spot on her right boob.
“Henry, did you hear that? You have to behave yourself!
” scolded the woman. She turned to Felicia. “I am
so
sorry. My brother suffers from Alzheimer’s and doesn’t always know what he’s doing.”
I watched the delight i
n the old man’s watery, blue eyes and there was no doubt in my mind that he knew
exactly
what he’d done. Felicia was a very top-heavy woman and her breasts sometimes got in the way. She’d even cut my hair once and I was lucky not to walk away with two black eyes.
Felicia picked up her scissor
s. “Okay, but if he touches me again,” she narrowed her eyes. “I’m gonna cut more than his hair.”
“Oh, my Lord,” whispered my customer. “This is better than daytime television.”
I grinned. “You can say that again.”
To me,
it was just another day at
Tangled
. I’d seen everything, heard everything, and it was what kept me coming back to work every morning. I loved my job, loved my co-workers, and wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Fortunately,
Henry kept his hands and mouth to himself for the rest of his appointment with Felicia, while I finished coloring and styling Mrs. Lancaster’s hair. When it was finished, I turned her back towards the mirror, and held my breath as we stared at the results.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Oh, my God…it looks fabulous!” she beamed.
I sighed with relief
. It still looked shockingly bright to me, but if she liked it, that was all that mattered.
“You look like a new woman,” I said
, spritzing her hair with hairspray.
She patted
the side of her hair, fondly. “Mr. Lancaster’s idea, actually. He has always
adored
red-heads.”
I stared at my own auburn hair in the mirror
’s reflection and wondered if he’d meant something a little more subtle than the Ronald-McDonald color she’d selected.
She grabbed my hand
and pulled me closer. “Tell me,” she whispered. “Do you do pubes, as well?”
“A
h, no,” I whispered back. “You’re on your own down there.”
She bit her lower lip.
“Oh, shoot. Maybe I’ll just shave it off.”
I opened
my mouth to reply, but then changed my mind. I certainly did not want to continue that conversation.
After she
’d paid and left, I rushed to clean my station. I had the weekend off and was going to be spending it on Huntington Beach. I still had a lot of packing to do before the trip and couldn’t wait to get started. It was the first time I’d had an entire weekend off in months.
“At least that old geezer gave me a decent
tip,” declared Felicia, holding up a stack of bills.
“I
still can’t believe he did that,” giggled Tiffany. “What a crazy, old coot!”
She nodded. “The worst thing is
, I haven’t had
that
much action for almost two months. And then, to get my titty sucked by a toothless, old, white man?” she clapped her hands and laughed heartily. “Lord, have mercy!”
“
Two months?” I snorted. “That’s nothing. It’s been over a
year
for me.”
Her eyes widened
. “A year? Girl, next time Henry makes an appointment, we’ll make sure
you
get him.”