Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 5

Chapter 5 They turned in to a small boutique she realized belatedly was a hair salon. ?I help you?? the diminutive Asian woman asked, stepping around the counter. Sharon just stood mute, unsure what was expected of her. ?Is the Argon fixed?? Dave asked. The tiny older woman nodded. ?Is Danielle working?, another nod yes. ?Great,? Dave pulled several bills out of his wallet, ?I have an errand to run. I want my girl here to have the full treatment.? The woman turned & shouted something in a singsong voice to the back of the store. A heavyset black woman waddled out of the shadows, her leer as she eyed Sharon hauntingly similar to Dave?s. ?You want the usual, sugar?? she asked. Dave pondered that for a minute, & when he spoke, Sharon found herself trying to remember what the black woman had asked him. Something about it seemed familiar, but she focused instead on what he was saying. ?Let's tighten the sides... highlight the tips... frost it... whatever it is you do,? the woman nodded. ?I want a single long braid behind her... left ear. Leave it long in back. That?ll be important. Oh & Sue Lin, the Asian nodded expectantly, ?Let?s have one five nails, match the paint... I?m thinking fire engine, but make it look good. ?You want landing pad?? Sharon frowned, wondering what exactly they were saying. ?No, do a Brazilian V,? Dave answered. The woman looked at him for a moment then sniffed. ?It not grow back, you know.? Dave nodded yes. ?Wouldn?t want it to... no fun banging sandpaper, is it?? The woman shrugged. Sharon felt a strange tingle but still was not sure just what they were talking about. ?How long??, ?Whole thing?? the Asian woman pursed her lips, ?She behave?? Dave smiled. ?I don?t know,? he looked at Sharon, ?You?ll behave?? She nodded immediately. He looked at her, ?I should be clear. That means you do whatever they say. No arguing or I?ll let hubby come pick you up. OK?? Sharon nodded again. When she looked back, she was sure the Asian woman had been leering at her. She pursed her lips & said, ?Be back here ninety minutes.? ?That?s fast,? Dave was pleased. He slapped several bills on the counter, then turned & left Sharon with the women without a glance or another word. ?Girl, I don?t know where they come from,? the black woman said to her friend as she motioned for Sharon to follow her toward the back of the little store, ?But this sure is the finest he?s hooked.? Sharon smiled, taking the comment as a compliment. She was surprised but managed not to react when the heavier, shorter woman ran a hand down her side to her bottom, slipping back until it was pressing between Sharon?s cheeks. As she squeezed Sharon?s bottom, she spoke over her shoulder to the other stylist. ?She older, should know better,? the tiny older woman?s accent seemed less pronounced. Abruptly she hurried down the dim hall, turning in front of Sharon & holding the bills out to her, ?You want go home, could go. Have more than hour.? Sharon looked at the woman, trying to decide if it was some test... a trick? Was she serious? Should she go? Even as she tried to make herself take the money-a cab could get her home & she could end this-her reality was painfully obvious: They would show Chris... he would see her fucking Dave in her own bedroom. She shivered at the thought, & that quickly knew she had no choice... whatever they wanted of her, she had to do. She shook her head, feigning shock. ?Of course not. I, uh, want to do this.? The Asian woman glanced at the other woman. ?Someday I win bet,? she groused, ?You want go first?? The younger larger woman nodded, & taking Sharon by the elbow, led her into a small room without a door. She hit a switch & Sharon paused-the chair was like nothing she had seen in a salon before. It had the right things, but there were extra shiny plates and rings that looked like she could be locked in place. She hesitated, & the woman snorted. ?Don?t worry, honey?, we aren?t tying? you up... you want this, remember?? Sharon could tell the woman was taunting her. Fighting to maintain her balance on suddenly shaky legs, Sharon sat in the chair, which rocked back alarmingly. The stylist, who was shorter than Sharon but was easily twice as wide, easily spun the chair halfway around, facing it away from the door. Sharon realized belatedly there was no mirror over the salon sink in front of her. ?Uh, is this right?? she managed, ?I mean... there?s no mirror.? The woman snorted. ?Honey, just think of it was waiting ?til I?m done... you?ll see the whole package. Now lean back,? she hit a lever & the chair reclined even more severely, ?& trust me, I know what he wants.? Sharon wondered what she was letting this stranger do to her... what it was Dave ?wanted? as the woman set about fussing with her hair. She cringed when the scissors began to take bites of her hair, but the woman hovering about her did not notice. She seemed comfortable with the task, like she did it every day. The woman snipped & trimmed & clipped, then shaved & shaped. Sharon tried to keep track of the time but that quickly proved impossible. She drifted off surprised to find her thighs spread when she woke. The same woman was deftly applying some thick cream to her hair. Without a word she rinsed it then repeated the process before working the first of several liquids to Sharon?s hair. Sharon winced, sure she could smell bleach, & embarrassed as she realized she could also smell herself-she was aroused. The woman?s pudgy fingers worked through her hair, scissors taking more bites, followed by brief touches with the trimmer; it felt distressingly close to her scalp where it swept over her ears. Before she could ask about it, the woman spun the chair & her head was dunked almost completely into the basin. Holding her with her hair submerged, the woman tugged at Sharon?s hair. Sharon could not see it was being pushed & pulled through a special rubber dam. Without drying it when the chair sat up a bit, the stylist applied another round of thick cream before wrapping the ends in foil. Sharon gasped when the woman flipped her skirt up & nudged her damp thong aside. ?Trust me, Honey. You want this to match or they?ll give you shit. I told you: trust me.? She set about applying something cold to Sharon?s pubes, taking longer than Sharon had expected. She shivered as the woman?s fingers lingered over her clit then dipped down even around her asshole. The woman licked her lips, & suddenly Sharon wondered if she would be asked to do something sexual with her. The stylist apparently decided against pushing it, though. After applying the same gel to the housewife?s brows, she stepped out of the room for several moments. Sharon giggled when the woman used a sprayer to wash her sex clean, then deftly brushed another sort of gel over her still short pubic thatch. ?There now... I?ll do it again but before we do the lips & eyes Sue will get you taken care of down here...? The black hairdresser paused to brush more of some gel through Sharon?s brows then waddled out of the room. A moment later the smaller woman entered, dragging a boxy machine after her. She plugged it into a wall socket then donned red glasses. ?What are you doing?? Sharon managed but as she tried to sit up the woman spoke sharply in another language, pushing firmly on Sharon?s stomach. ?Caution!? she shrilled, ?You move you mess up. ?Me not responsible? So Sharon waited, lying as still as she could. The woman pushed her legs apart on the separated supports of the chair, sliding her chair right up between the house wives?s splayed thighs. She rubbed up from the top of Sharon?s seam moving toward her left hip then repeated the motion going to the right. As the woman leaned close, Sharon held her breath sure another woman was going to lick her sex. She paused, wondering why that seemed so familiar. There was a buzzing snap. She felt something like a pinch, but it wasn?t painful, & before she could say anything it was repeated. Then the buzz stayed on, interrupted by a steady, rapid ?snap snap snap, snap, snap.? Occasionally the woman paused, wiping at Sharon?s pussy critically. Then the sound & the odd pulling, burning sensation resumed. Sharon initially feared the woman was applying some hideous tattoo she could never explain. The slight pressure of the wand moved steadily across her pussy, closer & closer to the top of her seam. ?Is that a tattoo gun?? The woman chortled. ?No tattoo, have room for one later now. No do that here. This for grooming, you need, since you obviously not clean up when just fucked.? Sharon was horrified that what she had done with Dave was obvious to the other woman. She tried to relax, wondering what ?Brazilian V? meant. She was still wondering what they meant about not growing back: she had heard eyebrows sometimes did not grow back, but they had only colored them, she was guessing, to match her other hair. & they had colored her pubic hair, too, so she was not going to be bald again... The process went on & on, moving across her pussy & down over her labia. As the woman worked closer to her sex, Sharon was embarrassed to find she was becoming aroused. The device almost hurt where it was working, sometimes stinging when it touched her inner lips. That occurred more often as her arousal built, swelling the sensitive tissues. Just when she thought she could not take it any more, the woman leaned back. She touched a spot & another, wiped at Sharon?s pussy with clinical dispassion, then zapped a few more times before she tossed the tip into a waste can & began to coil the wand on the end of the box. ?Free re-treat. You blonde but large area... will need. Come back 4 weeks.? Sharon managed to nod, wanting to reach down to feel what the woman had done. She wished she had a mirror. But the woman ?tsk?d? when she moved her hand. More of the goop was applied in a quick curl that made Sharon?s breath catch, it was so cold. & then the woman pushed the box out of the room, dragging a long narrow table back inside. Sharon relaxed, recognizing a pedicure tray. The woman followed the appropriate hygiene cautions, & Sharon gave herself to the obviously skilled manicurist?s care. She closed her eyes, wondering how Dave would respond when she was done. Would Shaun like it? The woman stopped after working on each hand for only a few minutes then deftly went to work on Sharon?s toes. When she finished after only a few minutes, Sharon lifted one foot-over her head thanks to the chair?s position-& saw the bright maroon hue. It was almost a red, & looked as good as any pedicure she had ever paid for. Sharon would have never chosen such a daring color, but admitted it looked good. The woman silently pushed her legs back down, then returned to work on Sharon?s hands. Sharon was puzzled as she spent several minutes running a buzzing device over the surfaces of her already manicured nails. It was not for the cuticles, & having taken care of her nails, she had expected it would go as quickly as the toes. She lifted her head. The woman gave a squawk. ?You no move. Yes, have pretty nails. Want have sexy nails. Just wait.? She went using the buffer on every nail of each hand then went back applying a thick coating of polish to each. Or a cleaner, Sharon wondered, the way she pushed on each finger for several seconds afterwards. The woman waited then started back at the first finger, adding another coat or polish. In no time it was done, but she affixed a fan over the housewife?s hands & so Sharon could not see the results while the polish dried. The tiny woman slipped foam spacers under Sharon?s hands, then turned of the small work light she had been using, grousing, ?No move... leave dry 10 minutes.? She left. Before Sharon could cheat, lifting her hands to examine the work, the first woman was back. She roughly pulled the dams off, then washed Sharon?s hair, trimming a bit more before rinsing Sharon?s brows & her pussy as she had done before. Sharon shivered, surprised at how cold the water felt. Ignoring her interest in seeing her nails, the black hairdresser fussed with Sharon?s hair for several minutes, then brought in lipstick, lip-gloss, lip liner, & eye shadow & eyeliner. She set about applying the make-up, going in a specific order she described to Sharon, promising it was ?all written down.? When she had finished, she held up the small mirror. Sharon could not see much of her hair, but she saw the changes from makeup as daring as the nail polish. Sharon could not help but stare at the woman looking back at her in the glass. It was her face, but it was... different. She wondered if Chris would recognize her. A single thin dark blonde braid dropped to her shoulder from behind her ear. She turned her head, & saw that the rest of her hair was decidedly lighter than it had been the tips almost white. Her brows were as white, & she was confident her pubic hair would be the same as well. She blinked, realizing it was not just pulled up at the sides, but that her hair was long & teased into curls on top but was shaved to an impossibly short length on the sides. Gasping, Sharon absently lifted a hand to her face. She cried out in shock, seeing the inch & a half artificial extensions that had been glued to her once pristine nails. It felt like someone else?s hands touching her face, the senseless nail tips pushing against her hair before her fingertips were close. She caught the braid with some difficulty. The hairdresser sat Sharon up, shaking her head & sniffing in disgust. Sharon glanced down her body, seeing dried splotches of semen on her skin where her shirt had ridden up. Then she gasped again. Despite the Asian woman?s assurance she had almost expected a garish tattoo. But instead, her pubic hair was almost gone. Where the short lawn of hair had been growing, there was only an arrowhead pointed right at her clit. The two liens of pubic hair were as white as her brows, & were no thicker. The symmetric V stopped just above her seam. The skin of her pussy was slightly red & puffy. She ran a nail-adorned hand over the skin, surprised at how smooth it was. The way the stylist was eyeing her sex, Sharon was again sure she was going to be asked to do something. Then Dave was in the doorway. The way he looked at her, Sharon felt a quiver of pleasure; he wanted her; had arranged for these women to show her how he wanted her. She stood, holding the skirt up with her new nails & asking if he liked it. He smiled, & asked if she liked it. She nodded, then admitted it?d felt wonderfully naughty when she?d been ?bare down there.? She asked how they?d made it so smooth, & he assured her it was the ?best technology around.? Before she could say anything else, he stepped forward & reached down, teasing her clean-shaven seam, then easily sliding 2 fingers into her still hot sex. Though embarrassed that the hairdressers could see what he was doing to her, it felt so good she wasn?t about to stop him. Letting her head drop back, she moaned softly as he teased her clit, nearly making her cum. Then he stopped, & said, ?Well, better get your stuff before we head on. Have to get some new threads to match that new pussy.? Sharon numbly accepted the bag of supplies the hairdresser provided, & the card with the shop?s number for her ?re-treat? from the Asian woman. Both were looking at her expectantly, & belatedly she realized Dave had paid for the make over but she was to pay the tip. She gave each woman two 20?s then let Dave lead her back into the mall. She didn?t care that the thong strap was still pulled aside, exposing her sex to anyone who was far enough below her to see up her skirt. In fact, it was all she could do to keep from putting a hand under her skirt & fingering her slit. Just walking with Dave the memory of what he had promised was enough to keep her dripping with desire. She caught his hand, trying to pull it against her sex as they rode the escalator to the lower level of the mall. He smiled, then tilted his head down to her ear to whisper, ?Soon, baby... but not yet.? He checked his watch, guessing he had another hour before he?d have to do something to keep her so compliant. But they were still on schedule. 5976 1.61/512345