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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 28, 2009 18:25:19 GMT -4
Taylor grins. With those mental blocks out of the way, your hair begins to grow thicker and longer with every heartbeat. "Now Mr. Crayle, are you read for your makeover?"
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Post by crayle on Mar 1, 2009 0:13:35 GMT -4
"Sssuuuure," I half-yawn, "Anything you sayyyy...."
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 1, 2009 0:54:14 GMT -4
"Good, let's rinse your hair out." Taylor runs the warm water over your tingling scalp and ensures you don't feel the extra weight of your hair. She carefully finishes and wraps it in a towel around your head as you sit up. You cross your legs above the knee automatically, and Taylor grins. "Now, let me take a look at those feet, Mister Crayle."
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Post by crayle on Mar 1, 2009 7:24:14 GMT -4
I slip off my shoes and socks and extend my legs for you.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 1, 2009 9:01:18 GMT -4
"Oh this will never do," Taylor sighs and immediately soaks our feet in a warm water bath, sprinkled with bath salts. "That should do the trick." The water immediately causes your feet to tingle and you sigh in pleasure, not noticing that Taylor has taken your hand and appears to be buffing your nails.
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Post by crayle on Mar 1, 2009 14:16:25 GMT -4
I relax and allow this lowly menial to work on me.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 1, 2009 14:22:45 GMT -4
"You should take better care of yourself," Taylor says quietly. "I mean, how can you be expected to care for others if you don't care fore yourself."
She looks up into your face with a sad smile. "Isn't that right?"
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Post by crayle on Mar 1, 2009 14:38:38 GMT -4
I have no idea what she means, but why try to follow the musings of a ditz?
"That's right I guess," I say.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 1, 2009 15:17:59 GMT -4
Taylor smiles warmly as you close your eyes. This is going to be so much fun, she thinks with a grin. She buff and cleans your nails, lacquering them in a delicate French manicure just beyond the ends of your fingers. She works quickly and quietly, looking down at your feet periodically. "You're absolutely right, dear."
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Post by crayle on Mar 2, 2009 4:05:01 GMT -4
Somehow the approval of a Beautician means very little to me. I smile condescendingly at her as she continues working....
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 2, 2009 6:11:47 GMT -4
Taylor grabs a towel and carefully extracts your newly dainty feet from the salt bath. She quickly buffs and cleans your toe nails and gives them a similar look to your fingers. As you watch her work, you feel a pampered smile on your face. You could certainly get used to this. Taylor looks up at you. "If you'll follow me, we'll do a short massage treatment before we dry and style your hair."
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Post by crayle on Mar 2, 2009 6:45:52 GMT -4
Eager for more of this pampered pleasure, I follow Taylor, my bare feet tip-toing on the soft carpet, my curly hair swishing sensuously on my scalp.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 2, 2009 19:10:49 GMT -4
"Up here on this table, please. Face up." The table is very plush and covered with fluffy warm blankets. Taylor lets you get settled before returning with massage oil. As she oils her hands the scent overpowers you. "Warm brown sugar oil," Taylor purrs with a grin. "Doesn't it smell divine?"
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Post by crayle on Mar 3, 2009 5:08:04 GMT -4
I notice she's wearing rubber gloves and some kind of protective garment, as she rubs the oil on my soft skin.
Wait a minute!
Soft skin?!?
"I-I'm naked!" I squeal. "I-I don't remember taking off my clothes! What've you done with all my clothes?"
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 3, 2009 8:53:56 GMT -4
"I did take care of your clothes, remember?" Taylor frowns and her voice is like steel. "They're hanging on the door over there where you took them off."
She presses you down, much more forcefully than you expect and you give in quickly. The oil does smell nice, you decide, and as you close your eyes and try to enjoy the massage, you begin to wonder if there's not more to Taylor the salon girl than there seems.
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