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Post by crayle on Feb 25, 2009 4:47:08 GMT -4
As I enter the Salon and look about, my lip curls a bit. Well, I suppose this is some people's idea of Glamour. But the bright, coordinated colors, comfortable chairs, state-of-the-art equipment merely bore me.
Then an attractive woman approaches.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 25, 2009 6:23:51 GMT -4
"Good day, Mister Crayle. We've been expecting you," the attractive Asian woman says. She look at her clipboard, "If you will follow me, I will have Siobhan attend to you." She walks down a long hallway and stops in front of a door marked 8, then walks inside looking over her shoulder at you.
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Post by crayle on Feb 26, 2009 6:31:48 GMT -4
"Listen, Missy," I say sharply, "When I told Lord Hugoabout my fantasy, I hardly expected to be handed over to a mere underling. Are you sure this-um-person is smart enough to take care of me?"
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 26, 2009 18:17:27 GMT -4
Myung looks momentarily offended, but she smiles nonetheless. "Of course she is, but if you insist. Let me call in our best stylist, Mister Crayle." She turns away for a moment and speaks into a small cellphone. After a minute she looks at you, "Please follow me to Room Four."
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Post by crayle on Feb 26, 2009 19:54:42 GMT -4
I follow, wondering what to expect now, and already bit exasperated. What ditzes these beauticians must be!
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 26, 2009 22:17:24 GMT -4
You open the door to Room Four and step inside. The room is gorgeous and very plush, even you are impressed. A brunette with a stunning figure leans against an Italian leather salon chair. "Good evening, Mister Crayle. My name is Taylor. Please come sit in the chair and let me have a look at you."
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Post by crayle on Feb 27, 2009 4:47:51 GMT -4
Well, at least this "Taylor" looks a little more intelligent than your average bimbo. But that's not sayng much. Dubiously, I recline in the chair.
"Did Lord Hugo tell you what I want here, girl?" I ask.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 27, 2009 6:16:52 GMT -4
"Of course," she says coolly. "But first things first, sir." She drapes and apron over you and quickly leans you backward over a sink to wash your hair. The shampoo smells vaguely like....lilac....and while you consider protesting it quickly calms you and you reluctantly close your eyes. "Now, doesn't that feel better? More relaxing?"
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Post by crayle on Feb 27, 2009 6:34:39 GMT -4
"It feels fine," I feel a bit less annoyed at having to deal with these underlings, "Very relaxing."
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 27, 2009 16:42:51 GMT -4
The shampoo quickly causes your scalp to tingle slightly at first and then with more intensity. You subconsciously relax a little more. Taylor looks at your fine clothing, the expensive watch and perfect Italian loafers. She reaches for an additive to the shampoo and pours a significant amount into your wet hair. Immediately, your hair turns very black and begins to curl.
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Post by crayle on Feb 28, 2009 8:41:06 GMT -4
"This feels -um- interesting," I say, surprised at the talent of this lowly beautician, "What's next?"
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 28, 2009 11:36:20 GMT -4
"A little herbal conditioner. It's guaranteed to make your hair shiny and healthy," Taylor grins. As she begins to apply the conditioner she watches and waits for a little more relaxation, a little less pretentiousness. I mean, if you're going to fill the role she has in mind for you, then a few physical changes are the least of our concerns.
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Post by crayle on Feb 28, 2009 11:54:43 GMT -4
I thrill to the heady, spicy scent! "Wonnnderful," I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 28, 2009 13:28:02 GMT -4
Taylor nods to herself. Maybe just a little more, she thinks and applies another handful. "How does that feel, honey?"
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Post by crayle on Feb 28, 2009 17:40:39 GMT -4
Positively intoxicated now, I can only sigh with pleasure.
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