by Eden Rose
I know exactly what he’s hinting at. Did Jimmy beat the shit out of me or something so I would get notified when/if he’s released. “No, thank you.” I hang up the phone before I could say anything else.
It’s time to come clean. As much as I don’t want to, I’m going to need to.
My morning goes by quickly with a lot of hair appointments and some walk ins that tipped amazingly. Hey, you gotta tip your stylist or we’ll turn your hair green. I’ve been so busy with these new customers that I didn’t have time to obsess over Jimmy being out.
Around noon, I finally have somewhat of a break and I’m going to use it to get some lunch while I have the time. I’m heating up a hot pocket when my door opens and I see Britney waltzing through the door with a swing of her hips.
“Hey!” I call out to her with a mouth full of hot pocket.
She smiles and then winces. “Sorry to interrupt your lunch,” she hedges like she’s putting me off.
I wave her off while shoving the rest of the pepperoni pizza one in my mouth. “I’m not pressed about it. What brings you in?”
Britney has this beautiful red hair that is all natural with light curls through it. Needless to say, I’m fucking jealous of her hair. If she’s coming in here to get it colored, I’m kicking her ass out. “Please tell me you’re not coloring your hair?” I blurt.
She giggles while tossing her mass of hair to the side. “Nah. Uh, someone I’m kind of seeing likes my hair. I’m here for just a trim. Do you have time?”
There’s something about this woman that I don’t get. It’s almost as if she’s afraid of someone or something. She has this wounded animal look on her face that makes me want to cuddle her. “Yeah, of course. Come over here.”
“So, where are you from?” I ask her as I’m turning on the sink to wash her hair to get the products out. Most women use too many hair products making their hair stiffer than needed to be. All my clients get their hair washed before leaving unless they ask to not get it.
I’ve got her head ducked into the sink so her face is to my full view now. Britney has these little freckles sprinkled all over her face and a dimple in her cheek. She’s stinkin’ adorable.
“Uh, you know… Around.”
That’s an answer that I know all too well. “Yeah, I get it. I know what it’s like,” I whisper as a sign of solidarity.
She scrunches up her face. “Don’t stress out about it. You’re good. What do you want done with your hair?”
In fifteen minutes, Britney is walking out of the salon with a fresh cut and a smile. She’s an adorable woman but her sadness is evident. Makes me want to press her for information or something.
I’ve ignored Slice now for the past week and he hasn’t messaged me since nor has he contacted me. I’m not the type of girl that’s going to be some ol’ lady to a guy who’s going to fuck around on me and have some bitches on the side.
“Did you hear about the party that’s going on tonight?” Beth says to her friend in the pedicure chair, Heather.
Beth is one of my better customers that I have been styling now for a few years. I started my salon when I moved out here and immediately people started to come in to see the new salon. I was happy that one of them was Beth because she tips me extremely well. Plus, she loves to get pampered and brings friends with her each time that she comes in. She has thick black hair naturally but with all the different colors that we put in it, it’s more like a rainbow.
“What party?” Heather asks.
Heather’s one of my newer customers and only comes in to get pedicures and manicures because her sister is a colorist and would have a hissy fit if I touched Heather’s hair. Even though her hair needs some major touch up. Her roots are fucking terrible and the color doesn’t match her yellow skin color.
Both girls are in their mid- to- late- twenties and are constantly talking about going to the club with me. While I could see, myself being friends with them, Heather is the daughter of one of my father’s associates and that connection is more that I care to explain. As of right now, I don’t think that she knows that we have a connection and I’m not going to be the one to explain it to her.
“You know? The party at Lucifer’s Lair! The Bear is having some major party for some stupid thingy. Something about… Oh, shit. I forgot why! But who cares? It’s a party at the Lair!”
Heather blushes and then purses out her lips to show that she’s thinking about it. I’m coloring Beth’s hair a light purple with white highlights because that’s what she wanted. “Do you want me to curl your hair so it looks all sexy for tonight?” I ask her.
She giggles and then looks back at me. “Yes! Jen, I love it when you curl my hair because I look like I just had sex. Have you ever been to The Lair? It’s so much fun. Have you met Slice?”
Hearing her say Slice’s name is like a stab at my chest for some reason. Yeah, we had some amazing phone sex and I’ve touched myself every night with a new fantasy that stars him… But I can’t bring him in. I know that he’s different from every other guy but it’s just fucking weird.
The pictures I found this morning go flashing through my mind. Damn it. I need to figure out how I’m going to get this handled soon or I’m going to be fucked. Someone is going to find those pictures and black mail me.
“Yeah. I’ve met him. My best friend is dating the president,” I brag. Chantal has been through a lot lately and I’m happy that she and Joe are on a good path right now and doing well. Plus, they are so stinkin’ cute together it’s disgusting.
Beth looks back at me and then at the mirror to look at her friend who is gawking. “Uh, did I say something wrong?” I ask her and pick up the next chunk of her hair to highlight.
“No!” Heather blurts out and then looks at Meg, my nail tech.
I shrug off their weirdness and continue what I’m doing. The girls have quieted down and by the time I’m done putting the highlights in her hair, I’m way past needing a break. I walk over to the desk and grab my cell phone that is flashing a blue light to inform me that I have missed messages. I flick open the screen and glance over at the clock to make sure that I know what time to check her color.
CHANTAL: What are you doing tonight? Want to come over here?
SLICE: Hey, lady. I’ve been thinking about you
SLICE: want to hang out later? I have something new to show you
DAD: Jennifer, we need to talk about somethings. Call me when you can. It’s important.
DAD: Okay, it’s really important that you call me ASAP!
CHANTAL: are you ignoring me? You’re coming over to the clubhouse tonight for a party and I’m not taking no
Well, I like how when I’m not busy no one wants to talk to me but as soon as I am everyone acts as if I’ve fallen off the face of the earth or something. It’s crazy. I decide to ignore my father’s texts because talking to him is something that I don’t want to do right now and it’s only going to get me upset.
Speaking of Slice…
I pull up all the missed text messages that he has sent me and I consider texting him back. What’s the worst that could happen? He thinks I like him or something? That I want to have his babies or some bull shit like that… Yeah, right.
If I’m going to go over to Lucifer’s Lair tonight, I need to text Noah to make sure that he won’t blow a fit when I come over there. I don’t want him to kick me out or something and cause a scene.
ME: If I said I worked for UPS, would you let me play with your package?
I click on Chantal’s name and then tap out a message for her.
ME: Are you sure that’s okay? I mean… IDK.
CHANTAL: Why wouldn’t it be okay? Oh, how are things with you and Slice?
ME: There is no me and Slice, chica.
CHANTAL: What? Did you already fuck him or something?
ME: Now, I fuck a lot of people… but come on. I have repeats from time to time
CHANTAL: Yeah right. What time are you coming over? I want
to make sure that I’m ready
ME: IDK if I’m coming over. I haven’t talked to Slice in a while
CHANTAL: I knew it!
This bitch is so frustrating how she just reads through the lines every damn time I talk to her. It never fails.
ME: It’s not like that, bitch.
CHANTAL: Admit it! You like him. You want to fuck him… You want to date him
ME: How much have you had to drink? Are you high?
CHANTAL: I’m saying no to drugs and getting high on life
ME: I worry about you
CHANTAL: Girl. You need to come over. I need to talk to you about everything
ME: Like what?
CHANTAL: I can’t talk to you about it on here!
ME: God! Have you always been this frustrating?
ME: I need to talk to you about something… but it can’t be on here
CHANTAL: sounds serious
ME: it is
The timer begins to beep and I look down at my watch. Fuck. It’s been fifteen minutes already and I haven’t even had something to drink or eat a snack or anything. I walk over to where Beth is sitting and begin to pull out her foils.
The rest of the appointment goes by pretty easy and I don’t have much else to do besides trim it. She’s normally a good tipper but for some reason when I’m telling her how much the appointment costs, she doesn’t tip me as much. What the hell is up with that?
We are standing at the counter and Beth and Heather are looking at the shampoos and conditioners that I have on sale this week in front of the salon, when the door opens and a larger than life appearance walks in.
Well, a larger than life appearance walks in with his friend and my best friend. This is not going to be very good.
Beth and Heather are both twirling their hair and looking at the leather cladded bikers with lust in their eyes. Chantal is just loving the attention that her boyfriend is getting by these skanks and it’s evident by the smile that is on her face.
“Hey, Slice. Hey, Bear,” Heather says with a purr.
I snort and then try to cover it up with a cough but it doesn’t work. The snort is already out there.
“Hey, pretty ladies,” Slice says with charm lacing his voice. His voice sends shivers and tingles up my back and I flex it to try and work out the kinks that he’s causing me.
Why the hell does the fact that he’s paying those girls attention make me want to stab them in the eyeballs? Like both of them! These fucking whores.
Beth clasps her hands together in front of her and it pushes up her cleavage more. My eyes widen at the attempt of her trying to be sexy for these guys.
Meg turns on her smiles as she looks the two men up and down but then she sees Chantal narrowing her eyes to let her know to back off Joe. This is what I love about my best friend. She’s so subtle but at the same time she’s the one that could strike someone dead just by a look.
I find my words and try to figure out a nice way to ask what they are doing here but that was until Beth walked over to Noah and placed her hand on his chest. I’m about to stab one of my best customers in the face!
I can feel my eyes widening and my lip curling into a smirk but it’s all a rouse. I’m really about to kill this girl if she doesn’t get her hands off of Noah.
“Are you going to be at the party tonight?” Beth asks Noah with a smile on her face that could melt the glaciers. Or at least that is what she’s probably intending on doing. All her smile is doing is making me want to punch her.
Noah smiles and then winks at her but is completely avoiding talking to me. “Yeah, I am. Are you going to be there?”
I could feel Beth bubble up with excitement but I don’t acknowledge their exchange. No, I look at Noah and then Joe. “Welcome to The Tease. How may I help you?” I pour in a little extra sugar to make it seem like I’m actually wanting to help them.
Well, I want to help Noah help me with this ache between my thighs that only seems to come around whenever I think of him.
“These guys wanted to get their hair cut before their party tonight. Something about looking fresh for the ladies!” Chantal informs me but does the air quotes around ladies.
I smile at the guys and then nod over at Meg. “I will take care of Joe if you wanna take care of Slice?” I ask her even though I don’t really need to do that because I’m the boss and she does as I say.
Something about having Noah in my chair is making me all twitchy with nerves. I would probably stab him with my scissors or something.
Before I can turn around, a strong fingered hand is grabbing my shoulder and pulling me back to him. “No, I want you to cut my hair, baby.”
I shiver and then spin on my feet to see that Noah is totally smiling at me with that smile that could melt my panties off. My mind goes numb as all of the feeling in my body disappears. He can keep on touching me that’s for sure. “Sure. Come over to my booth,” I tell him and then walk back over to my chair.
The air is thick with sexual tension while my fantasy of everything that I want to do to him plays through my head. I imagine he would be a biter who would bite my neck as he sticks his large dick into my pussy.
The cleanup of the previous appointment has already been taken care of but I try to busy myself by leaning over and grabbing the little broom that I keep behind my desk. Chantal is laughing at me and I know that she can sense my frustration about being this close to Noah.
“Well, while your down there, I have something else I could use your help with.”
My eyes follow the sound of the voice and greedily climb up Noah’s strong body. He has a smirk on his face and his hips are spread a little wider to showcase exactly what he is talking about. Noah’s thighs are spread wider too and the outline of his dick is apparent in the worn out denim of his jeans. I can’t help it but I stare openly at the outline of it.
It’s been two weeks since I last had sex but I’m acting like a person who hasn’t had sex in years! Hell, I’m as desperate as one. This man is going to get me in trouble.
It was then that I decided that tonight, at the party, I’m going to fuck him and it’s going to be long and hard. Plus, it’s going to get him out of my system so I don’t have to think about how hot he is anymore.
My pussy grows wet with excitement.
SLICE
I swear to you that I’m not stalking Jen by showing up at her salon. Well, maybe just a little bit. I got tired of waiting for this little chick to text me back and when she finally did, I knew I had to make a move that would get her attention and make her see reason.
The minute her clever little fingers sunk into my hair, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I let out a moan. “Holy shit! Your fingers feel good,” I moan out loud for her to hear.
Her breath tickles across my ear lobe and I almost swallow my tongue. “Aren’t you going to invite me to the party tonight?”
“You heard about the party?” I ask her stupidly. Of course she heard about the party because if she didn’t then she wouldn’t have been asking about it. I’m sometimes a dumb ass but it comes out more whenever I’m near this woman.
Jen’s teeth sink into the lobe of my ear and I groan in my throat from it trying to catch it before it turns audible. Having The Bear here and his girlfriend have totally fled my mind and now I’m focused on Jen and how I can get her to let me in enough so I can soothe this obsession that I have with her.
“Yes, I did, Slice.”
The way her tone massaged and pleasured my road name caused my dick to jump up in complete need. “What did I tell you about calling me Slice when we were alone, little girl?”
Her fingers pulled on the strands of my hair and she pulled them tightly so my head jerked back in order for me to look at her eyes blazing at me. “Oh, baby… You should know by now that I’m a naughty girl who doesn’t follow directions and I have full intentions on showing you that tonight. Well, that is if you invite me to this party that I have heard so much about.”
Oh my fuck-
“Jen, come to the clubhouse with me and hang out. You get to meet some of the brothers and their ol’ ladies. Chantal will be there.”
Her eyes close a little and when they open there’s a twinkly of determination. “Maybe I will show up. What do you want to do with your hair today?”
The whole time that Jen’s fingers are in my hair, I’m about to swallow my damn tongue. The power that this chick has over me is enough to make me mad but I can’t fault her for it. Jen’s sexuality is what has me drunk on her and chasing her like a damn addict would chase his buzz.
“That shirt you are wearing is so becoming of you,” she says in my ear as she whips off her cape from me after cutting my hair. “And soon, I’ll be coming on you too.”
Fuck my damn hair. She could have shaved it off for all I care. “Yeah? Baby, you need to come? Want me to spread those pretty, milky thighs of yours and feast on your gorgeous pink pussy?”
She gulps audibly. “While you’re doing that, I’m going to play with my heavy titties and hold them out for you to suck on my nips. After I come all over your face, I’ll suck you into my mouth and drain you,” Jen whispers in my ear.
It’s my turn to gulp audibly. “You better deliver, baby. I mean it. Don’t get a man’s hopes up after meeting the perfect woman and you not deliver.”
“I always deliver.”
Jen spins her chair around so I can take a look at the finished product of my hair. It looks the same but cleaned up now. I like the side of my head to be shaved all the way down and the part to be definite. Hey, I’m a fucking biker but I have class.
I smirk at her and then take out my wallet and hand her a hundred dollar bill. She snubs her nose at it and then I slip it into the v of her tee. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be coming all over me later. I will see you tonight.”
Before she could say anything, I lean over and grab my cut off the back of the chair and shrug it on. Before walking out of the salon, I look back at her and wink.
“Holy shit!” Chantal says to me when I get out of the salon. She’s seated on the back of the prez’s bike and her cut is stretched over her full tits. I can see why The Bear is into her because she’s pretty but she’s got nothing on her friend.