by Walker Long
“No fucking way!” Quantrill exclaimed in amazement. “You can do that?”
“Certainly! And it’s remarkably versatile. You can wash it, style it, exercise with it, swim with it. No one will even have a clue it isn’t your own, natural hair.”
“Okay,” Quantrill agreed with a grin. If you’re going to be a woman, you might as well do it right, he thought. And Hardaway would definitely be impressed. “Let’s do it.”
Antimony had him change into a thick, fluffy bathrobe. Then she led him to a private alcove and drew back the curtains. Quantrill sat down in a big, soft recliner and Antimony appeared at his side with a large board covered in small locks of hair in about a hundred different shades.
“What would you like to do today?” she asked. Quantrill scanned over the rows of hair. The samples faded from pale blonde to dark brown to black, then started over with shades of red. He had no idea hair came in so many different colors. He could only stare at the array of hair samples in stunned silence. “Would you like to hear my opinion?” Antimony finally asked.
“Yes,” Quantrill answered immediately.
“This right here,” she tapped a blonde lock near the middle of the board. It was labeled Champagne Blonde. “This is a lighter shade of blonde but with beige undertones. It will look amazing with your cool skin tone and those big, blue eyes.”
“Sounds great!” Quantrill agreed. He hadn’t realized he had a cool skin tone, so he appreciated the advice. Antimony left the room and came back with a long chord as thick as her arm made from hundreds of strands of pale blonde threads. Then she swung a long mechanical arm up from the behind his chair. It looked like an articulated weapon mount for the side of an armored personnel carrier. Except this one didn’t have a heavy machine gun on the end – it was attached to some kind of big bowl turned upside down.
Antimony fed one end of the blonde chord into a tube on the jointed arm then pulled it down until the bowl settled over Quantrill’s head. At this point he began to feel a bit worried. Was this thing really safe? He wasn’t sure sticking his head into a strange machine was such a good idea after all.
“There,” she announced happily. Quantrill could hear soft clicks and whirring noises from the bowl hovering over his head. “Now all you have to do is hold your head as still as possible. In two hours, you will have a brand new head of hair!”
“That’s really amazing.”
“Indeed, indeed,” she agreed. She sat down on a short, wheeled stool across the room and crossed her legs demurely. “So,” she said. “How long have you been together?”
“Who?”
“You and the man who isn’t your husband,” she said with a wink.
“He is so!” Quantrill insisted. Antimony just gave him a little smirk. Quantrill sighed. “How did you know?”
“Oh, honey,” she put up her hands and laughed. “It’s written all over you. If you’re a married woman, I’m a Formid.”
“Oh, man,” Quantrill mumbled. Lieutenant Hardaway was expecting him to be discrete and he’d gone and blown their cover the first day!
“Don’t worry, dearie,” Antimony consoled him. “I’m not going to tell anyone. So how long has it been for you two?”
“Well,” Quantrill said with a shrug. He wasn’t sure what to tell her about his and Lieutenant Hardaway’s relationship. He decided the truth was the best bet – for this question at least. “We’ve known each other for a year and a half. We didn’t always … well, it’s only been about a month that we’ve been … you know …”
“Intimate?” she suggested.
“Yeah,” Quantrill agreed. That was a good word. It sounded a lot better than fucking. “Since we’ve been intimate.”
“You must really be smitten to want to impress him so much,” Antimony said in a dreamy voice.
“No!” Quantrill denied. “It’s not like that at all. I mean, he’s great. He’s brilliant. Strong. Brave. Handsome. Powerful. So powerful.” Quantrill trailed off. He thought back to Lapis Lazuli and how Hardaway’s powerful manhood had driven him to one explosive orgasm after another. Then he remembered he was in the middle of saying something and quickly added, “But I’m not – like – in love with him or anything.”
“Oh, no. Certainly not,” Antimony agreed. At least, her words agreed. Her small smirk and the playful look in her eyes might have been expressing a different opinion. “But do you think you have a future together?”
“I don’t know,” Quantrill hesitated. He hadn’t thought about where this thing might lead. Since being drafted he hadn’t thought about the future at all. His only thoughts were for getting through the next march, the next drill. The next Bug attack. He didn’t have time for the future. Besides, there was no future with Lieutenant Hardaway. Was there? “I’m just happy to be here at all,” he finally told her.
“A very mature attitude,” Antimony said with appreciation. “So where are you from? That’s the big question in Montego Bay. Everyone here comes from somewhere else.”
“I’m from Earth. City called Clevlinatti.”
“Oh my!” she exclaimed. “Earth? I hear it’s very crowded there.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Quantrill agreed. Even with all the new colonies opening up, Earth was jam packed with people. There was barely enough food, or energy, or jobs for them all. Earth was home to some of the Alliance’s most wealthy and powerful men. It was also home to some of the poorest. “You get used to it.”
“Not me,” she stood and stretched. “I like my open spaces. Please excuse me; I must attend to our other customers. I will be back soon.” She disappeared out the curtain, but stuck her head back through to say, “Remember to hold still!”
Quantrill did just that. He sat stone still under the big bowl and watched a stream he wasn’t really interested in on the wall vid. Now and then Antimony would come in and peek under the bowl and make quiet noises of approval. Quantrill was burning with curiosity. He was beginning to think he might go crazy if he didn’t get to see what was happening on top of his head pretty soon.
Finally Antimony came in and said the machine was finished. She slid the bowl off his head and he gleefully sat up. Long, silky hair fell over his shoulders. He ran his fingers through it. There was so much of it! It was everywhere. And it really was attached to his scalp! Quantrill tossed his head from side to side, sending a spray of blonde locks across his face.
“Can I see a mirror?” Quantrill asked eagerly. “I want to get a look!”
Antimony handed him a hand mirror. He was hardly even used to the soft, feminine face looking back at him, but framed by a cascading waterfall of straight blonde hair it was almost unrecognizable. “Wow,” he breathed.
“Lovely, isn’t it?” Antimony agreed. “Every bit as good as the real thing.” Then she began rubbing some sort of cream into his scalp to color his “roots.” After that she left him alone for a few minutes and came back with a hair stylist named “Candy.”
“What are you thinking for length?” Candy asked.
“I’m not really…”
“Do you want shoulder length? Arm pit? Shoulder blades? Maybe neck length? Chin length?”
“I … I don’t really know,” Quantrill mumbled.
“Well,” Candy went on. “What kind of look are you going for? Do you want something romantic and glamorous? Flirty and fun? Refined and professional? Beachy and fresh?”
“Beachy?” Quantrill asked doubtfully.
“Candy,” Antimony put in. “Could you excuse us for a moment? I’d like to have a word with … Mrs. Hardaway alone.” Candy went out through the curtain and Antimony wheeled a small, rolling stool to his side and sat down. She leaned over and put a hand on his arm. “You don’t really have any idea what you’re doing, do you?” she asked.
Quantrill sighed. “No, not a clue,” he admitted.
“I thought so,” Antimony said softly. “Just a poor girl from the city trying to impress your ‘Prince Charming’ so he will take you away to a bette
r life.”
“Better life?” Quantrill said incredulously. “I never said…”
“Don’t you worry,” Antimony interrupted. “I was in your place myself once. Many, many years ago.” Quantrill very much doubted that was the case but only nodded. “You are in good hands. Let me take care of everything. I am going to make you the most beautiful woman your man friend has ever seen.”
“Really?” That sounded good to him.
“Absolutely,” Antimony insisted. “You have magnificent raw material. You just need a bit of refinement. You sit right there and don’t worry about a thing.” She whirled away and disappeared through the curtain. This time she came back not just with Candy but with another woman as well.
“Candy,” she ordered. “We’re going to do a mid-back length. Long, choppy layers in back transitioning to smooth, graded layers framing the face in front. Loose waves and lots of volume.”
“That will be beautiful,” Candy agreed. The hairstylist pulled a comb and a pair of shiny shears from a pocket in her apron and went to work.
“Maria.” Antimony turned to the other woman. “Prepare a dip. Exfoliant and depilatory. Pore scrub. Toner and radiance. Go!”
“Yes, ma’am,” she agreed and disappeared out the door. Quantrill sat quietly while Candy snipped away. She combed, brushed, and pulled the synthetic hair in all directions. Steadily the floor was blanketed in tiny blonde scraps of hair.
Finally Candy announced she was finished and Antimony led Quantrill into another room with a row of deep soaking tubs. He stripped off his robe and sunk into the hot, fragrant water up to his chin. Antimony tapped on a control screen and the water began to bubble and churn. She said the water contained additives to peel away dull, dead skin cells, a toner that would even out discolorations, a polishing agent to give his skin a radiant glow, and finally a special ingredient to de-fuzz his entire body.
“Wow,” Quantrill sighed. “I guess I should keep my head out of the water.”
“Yes, please do,” Antimony laughed. “We wouldn’t want the work of the past two hours to be for nothing.”
Quantrill lounged in the warm, frothy water while Antimony plucked at his eyebrows – which she described as “disturbingly bushy” – with tiny tweezers. Then she slathered his face with cool, gloppy muck that looked like mud but smelled like peppermint. He closed his eyes and lay back. He didn’t know if this was going to make him beautiful, but it was definitely relaxing.
After about fifteen minutes of soaking it was time to move again. Antimony led Quantrill to a shower where he rinsed off. The minty mud on his face crumbled and rinsed away and his long, wet hair hung heavily down his back. His skin – which hadn’t seemed rough or splotchy before by any means – was now incredibly smooth and even. He looked like a shopped photo from an ad. Lieutenant Hardaway was going to flip out!
Antimony patted him dry with a huge, fluffy towel and then led him back to the original room with the big chair. Quantrill settled in and Antimony brought back Candy and another woman. Candy set to work styling his new hair .“Siobahn,” Antimony ordered the second woman, “we need a full set of diamond gel nails in cerulean frost.” Siobahn snapped to work immediately.
Quantrill was pretty sure Antimony had been a Marine in a former life. Her word was law in that spa and it ran like a well oiled machine. Siobahn wheeled a cart next to Quantrill’s chair and went to work on his fingernails. She polished, buffed, scrubbed his nails and then meticulously covered them with long, pointed artificial nails in bright, glossy blue.
When Siobahn was finished with his hands, she went on to his feet. She scraped away the rough calluses earned on many long marches and then painted his toenails in the same vibrant blue as his fingernails. He had never been so coordinated!
All the while Candy brushed and sculpted his hair like a painter at a canvas. She put a tremendous amount of work into making it look like she didn’t do anything at all. When Candy was finished, Antimony fetched yet another young woman and set her to work applying Quantrill’s makeup.
When Quantrill finally got a look at himself, he literally couldn’t recognize the face staring back at him. The woman he saw was gorgeous! The mirror might have been swapped out for a vid showing some famous starlet or runway model. “Oh, my God I can’t believe it!” he squealed.
“What did I tell you?” Antimony said. “You came to the right place.”
“Thank you, thank you!” Quantrill exclaimed. He threw his arms around Antimony and pulled her into a big hug. She had been such a huge help. He didn’t know what he would have done without her! He felt tears well up in his eyes and blinked them away. Being a woman was such an emotional roller coaster!
“You are so welcome, sweetie,” Antimony insisted and squeezed him back. She leaned in and whispered, “You make sure he takes good care of you, you hear?”
“He will,” Quantrill said with confidence. Then he turned and practically skipped out of the spa and back to the elevator. He couldn’t wait for the Lieutenant to see him now!
Chapter 17
A Happy Girl
He didn’t have to wait long. Quantrill spent most of the afternoon in the spa, so he got back to the hotel room less than an hour before Hardaway walked through the door.
“Q?” he called out. “I’m here! Are you hungry? I thought we could get dinner at the …”
Quantrill jumped out of the bed where he had been watching the vid and popped into the doorway of the bedroom. He had opened the baggie with the “uniform” Hardaway gave him. It was a tiny string bikini that certainly broke some kind of decency law. The top covered his nipples but exposed the soft curves of his breasts on the top, the bottom, the inside, and the outside. The suit bottom was so miniscule it would have exposed his pubic hairs if he had any left. He wasn’t technically naked, but he might as well have been.
“Oh, my God,” Hardaway breathed. He dropped his suitcase on the floor and stared with wide-eyed astonishment.
“Hi,” Quantrill said nervously and twirled a chord of synthetic blonde hair around his finger. “I went to the spa today. What do you think?”
For a while Hardaway didn’t answer at all. He just stood there and stared. Then with the speed of a trained killer he lunged for Quantrill. He wrapped his arms around Quantrill’s narrow waist and pulled their bodies together. Their lips met as Hardaway frantically devoured the young woman. Their tongues intertwined and danced.
Without breaking their passionate kiss, Hardaway pulled at the ties of Quantrill’s bathing suit and the tiny bikini briefs dropped to the floor between his feet. Quantrill felt the cool air on his hot, bare pussy lips and shivered in anticipation. Then strong hands kneaded the flesh of his soft, round ass. The grip intensified and suddenly he was lifted up off the ground.
Quantrill held on to the thick chords of muscle in Hardaway’s shoulders and wrapped his short, shapely legs around the big man’s waist. Hardaway took three steps with Quantrill in his arms and slammed him into the wall. Quantrill was pinned between the cold, hard wall at his back and the hot, hard Lieutenant at his front.
“I guess you think I look alright,” he panted when Hardaway finally broke their fevered kiss.
“You look fucking amazing,” Hardaway grunted and dropped his head to nibble at Quantrill’s long, thin neck.
Hardaway backed away a few centimeters and reached down with one hand to pull at his belt. “Let me,” Quantrill urged. He grabbed at Hardaway’s belt with both hands and yanked it loose. Then he tore open the Lieutenant’s fly and let his pants pool around his ankles.
Hardaway slammed their bodies together again. Quantrill was pushed up the wall. Then he slowly slid down until his lower lips met the Lieutenant’s fully erect cock. He looked directly into his commanding officer’s pale blue eyes as their bodies joined together. He savored the thrilling sensation of Hardaway’s long, hard organ filling his opening. Even more thrilling was the look of pure bliss on the gruff Marine’s face – a look he could claim respo
nsibility for.
“Fuck yes!” Hardaway grunted when Quantrill had taken his full length. Then the Lieutenant held Quantrill under his petite thighs and rocked his hips back and forth to pump his manhood in and out of Quantrill’s tight, wet channel.
“Yessss!” Quantrill moaned as his body was slammed against the hotel room wall again and again. Hardaway thrust into him harder and faster. Paintings on the wall rattled and shook, but Quantrill hardly noticed. His attention was consumed by the fire the Lieutenant was stoking between his legs.
Then the fire became an explosion as his orgasm hit him like a fusion bomb. “Ohhh! God! Ohgodohgod!” he screamed out. Quantrill’s body convulsed and his legs stuck out straight in front of him. He dug his new finger nails into Hardaway’s muscular back, hardly even aware of what he was doing.
Then in a rush, the tension flowed out of his body. He dropped his head to Hardaway’s powerful shoulder and gasped for breath. Hardaway chuckled and carried the panting, sweaty bundle to the bed. He lowered the petite blonde to the soft comforter without withdrawing his hard cock from its place in Quantrill’s tight pussy.
“Didn’t you want to go to dinner?” Quantrill panted.
“Later,” Hardaway rumbled. He began to slide in and out of Quantrill’s wet opening. “Much later.”
***
“Shit! I really scratched you up,” Quantrill exclaimed when Hardaway rolled over and he saw the angry, red gashes across the Lieutenant’s back. “I am so, so sorry!”
“Don’t worry,” Hardaway laughed. He slid up next to Quantrill and kissed him on his ruby red lips. “It was worth it. Totally worth it.”
“I’m glad,” Quantrill smiled. Being able to please Hardaway was such a joy. He was an incredible man – so brave and strong. Quantrill was honored to even just stand in the man’s shadow. To feel the warmth of Hardaway’s affection was like a dream. And that was without considering the Earth shaking sexual pleasure! “I am so glad.”