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Post by ashleigh on Feb 26, 2009 20:28:31 GMT -4
I smile, feeling the warm water slide down my scalp and try to relax and ignore the pink covering staring back up at me. "Sorry about the state of my hair," I say, looking up at her. "I surf a lot and I know the salt water isn't good for it."
I frown, hearing her humming, then grin. "Is that the 'Womanizer song?" I ask. "Isn't that song a little played out? I hear it on the radio all the time."
I realize I'm trying to flirt with her, and shut my mouth.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 26, 2009 22:22:27 GMT -4
She laughs. "Not at all, baby. I just love that. Oooh, and you're a surfer too! Just, like awesome!" Bambi reaches across you for the shampoo, her breasts dangling in your face. "Let's wash yourhairhair....and I have this conditioner that will work awesome!"
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 26, 2009 22:28:25 GMT -4
I stare up at Bambi's breasts, entranced, not being able to look away. I quickly bush, remembering I have a girlfriend.
"I guess Britney is all right," I say, the song beginning to get stuck in my head. "I mean, it's catchy and all, just not my kind of music."
I smile, feeling Bambi's hands work through my hair, and lean back into the chair, enjoying myself.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 26, 2009 22:44:58 GMT -4
"Then you won't mind!" She turns on her iPod speakers to Britney's music and begins to almost dance around as she massages your scalp. Your eyes are on her breasts and you don't realize that not only is the shampoo lightening your hair further, but it's beginning to grow longer and thicker.
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 26, 2009 22:51:16 GMT -4
I close my eyes, feeling so relaxed from Bambi's fantastic fingers and voluptuous breasts. My head feels a bit odd, but I figure it's because I've never had a personal shampoo before.
"I didn't say I liked her music," I laugh, opening my eyes, trying to tear them away from Bambi's breasts. "I just said I didn't mind it..."
I close my eyes again and feel the beat of the music, the catchy song hooks washing over me. I start to sing, softly, "Womanizer, womanizer, oh, womanizer, you are..."
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 26, 2009 22:56:05 GMT -4
Bambi grins, though you don't see it. She's now using a flowery smelling shampoo and massaging your mounds of blonde hair. The weight never phases you, and as you gaze at Bambi's breasts and continue to sing, you fail to realize her fingers trace your earlobes and quickly pierce each of them magically. "A little rinse and some conditioner now, and your hair will be brand new!"
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 26, 2009 23:00:51 GMT -4
I wrinkle my nose, smelling the girly fragrance of the shampoo. 'Well,' I think, 'That's what I get for coming to a salon... a little cologne and It'll go away.'
"Don't work too hard on my hair," I say to Bambi, "Just a trim will be fine. I just want to look clean-cut for the dance, it'll just get all messed up when I go surfing again, anyways."
The song on the ipod changes, and I realize I know this one too. "Oops, I did it again, I gave you my heart..." I sing a little louder, wiggling my head, the earrings shaking.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 26, 2009 23:04:27 GMT -4
Bambi tries not to giggle as she begins to rub the conditioner into your scalp. Your hair takes to it immediately, becoming a shiny golden blonde with big wavy curls. She massages the conditioner a little longer than she has to, just making sure that a glassy look comes over your eyes. "Your going to be so hot for your dance, baby! Everyone will want to be with you when we're done!"
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 26, 2009 23:09:27 GMT -4
I grin, looking up at Bambi, my mind feeling so fuzzy From her fingers, and the music, and the smell of the conditioner...
I stop singing to myself for a minute and roll my neck, feeling so relaxed, like I'm drifting away somewhere. "Thanks so much Bambi, the dance is important to my girlfriend," I gush, "And you're right, it's good to be hot out on the dance floor."
My head feels heavier somehow, but I ignore it, figuring that it must be from being so wet. I go back to my singing. "She's so lucky, she's a star, but she cry, cry, cry..."
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 26, 2009 23:14:31 GMT -4
She raises the chair up, and quickly gathers your hair up and a towel and twists it above your head. You hardly notice and Bambi steps in front of you and bends over, her cleavage staring your in the face. "Baby, your girlfriend will be jealous of you when I'm done with you. Now come over this way."
She gestures to a dressing room and steps inside. "Let's get you out of those clothes and ready for a massage. I don't want to mess up your hair."
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 26, 2009 23:18:19 GMT -4
I stare at Bambi's breasts, and start to stammer, not being able to look away. "Ma..massage?" I ask. I just came in for a haircut...
But the thought of Bambi's fingers and hands on me again is too tempting and I stand up, balancing the towel on my head and walking over to the table. A little hesitant, I slip out of my clothes, leaving my boxers on. Even though Bambi is unbelievably sexy, I don't want to do anything that might seem like cheating.I climb up on it and lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
I smile to myself, wondering what she meant about my girlfriend being jealous, feeling my earlobes tickle strangely
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 27, 2009 6:14:46 GMT -4
Bambi carefully removes the towel from you head and lets your hair fall down towards the floor in a wet, golden blonde mess. "Just relax, baby. This will be the best massage you've ever had!" You hear her squirt oil onto her hands and close your eyes. A soothing peppermint smell overtakes your senses as she begins to massage your face...
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 27, 2009 6:22:31 GMT -4
I grin, enjoying the sexy blonde's hands rubbing my face, my cheeks, feeling the tension drip away from me. My head feels heavy as the hair falls, and I frown slightly.
"I just came in for a haircut tho, Bambi," I mutter. "Hey...what happened to the music? Do you have any rock n' roll or something?" I breathe the peppermint smell in deeply.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 27, 2009 6:27:00 GMT -4
"Music...well....if you can keep a secret sugar...." She leans close and breathes in your ear. "I have this thing for 80's hair metal. Teehee...I just love it and stuff. I can get my iPod if you don't mind..."
She leans away. "And don't worry about the massage. It's free of charge. I'm just letting your hair air dry before we use the Styler on it."
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 27, 2009 6:29:16 GMT -4
I smile, drifting off. "80's hair metal is okay, I guess." I mutter, trying to stay awake. "And I have to thank you for taking care of me, a free massage is so nice."
I keep my eyes closed, feeling so relaxed, so pliable. "The styler?" I ask, sluggishly. "When do you cut it?"
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