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Revenge
Sept 7, 2009 20:49:55 GMT -4
Post by Kjartan on Sept 7, 2009 20:49:55 GMT -4
The door to the salon opened, and a man in a suit walked through. He looked to be in his mid to late thirties, with thinning brown hair and stubble on his chin that could almost, but not quite, be called a beard. He stood at about six feet tall, and looked like he had once been a highly athletic man, though his muscles were starting to go to flab. He was carrying a sealed envelope in one hand. He went over to the desk and rung the bell to get the attention of a member of the staff.
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Revenge
Sept 8, 2009 20:48:21 GMT -4
Post by wannabeglam on Sept 8, 2009 20:48:21 GMT -4
A petite Asian woman appears and smiles politely, "My name is Myung, and I am the manager. What can I do for you, sir?"
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Revenge
Sept 8, 2009 22:29:52 GMT -4
Post by Kjartan on Sept 8, 2009 22:29:52 GMT -4
The man smiled, looking ever so charming. "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Myung. Name's Perkins, Trevor Perkins. Its my tenth anniversary tomorrow, and the wife decided to throw me a surprise. She knows how much stress I've been under with the business lately, so she wanted to have me pampered before the big day." His smile widened, turning into a grin. "Anyway, she told me to give you this."
Trevor handed Myung the envelope. Were she to open it, she would find a letter inside.
"So, can you fit me in?"
The letter:
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Revenge
Sept 9, 2009 20:45:52 GMT -4
Post by wannabeglam on Sept 9, 2009 20:45:52 GMT -4
Myung read, and reread the letter quickly. "Well, Mr. Perkins, I believe we can assist you. Would you have a seat over there while I call a stylist to assist you?"
She gestured to the richly appointed waiting area and consulted her clipboard. Now, she thought, who's my best girl for tarts and bimbos......
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Revenge
Sept 9, 2009 21:27:28 GMT -4
Post by Kjartan on Sept 9, 2009 21:27:28 GMT -4
"Of course, thank you very much."
Trevor walked over to the waiting area and lowered himself into one of the seats.
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Revenge
Sept 10, 2009 18:39:07 GMT -4
Post by wannabeglam on Sept 10, 2009 18:39:07 GMT -4
A few minutes later, Myung walks in with stunning brunette with laughing eyes and curves for miles. She saunters over to you, "Mister Perkins? My name is Kylie. If you'll join me in Room Twelve?" Her accent is Southern and dripping with charm. She moves across the room, aware of your eyes on her fabulous ass.
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Sept 10, 2009 19:04:20 GMT -4
Post by Kjartan on Sept 10, 2009 19:04:20 GMT -4
"Gladly." Trevor replied, making no effort to disguise his gaze moving up and down Kylie's body. He smiled as he stood and followed her to room twelve. He definitely liked the view.
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Sept 10, 2009 19:31:15 GMT -4
Post by wannabeglam on Sept 10, 2009 19:31:15 GMT -4
Kylie stops at the door and opens it, gesturing you inside. The room is awash in pink and lavender. Several candles burn, giving off a perfume that doesn't quite annoy you, but definitely gets your attention. You see a beautician's station to your right in front of a massive and almost empty counter. "Have a seat, Mr. Perkins. I must get a few more things together. May I offer you something to drink?"
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Sept 10, 2009 19:50:05 GMT -4
Post by Kjartan on Sept 10, 2009 19:50:05 GMT -4
Trevor sat as instructed. "A drink would be nice, thank you. What do you have?"
As he waited for a reply, he tried to identify the scent given off by the candles. He was sure it was familiar, but he just couldn't place it.
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Sept 10, 2009 20:27:16 GMT -4
Post by wannabeglam on Sept 10, 2009 20:27:16 GMT -4
"Oh we have a fully stocked bar downstairs. Anything you'd like, we have, including a very extensive wine list." She smiles and gathers towels, several styling implements and four large bottles filled with liquids of different colors.
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Sept 10, 2009 20:55:03 GMT -4
Post by Kjartan on Sept 10, 2009 20:55:03 GMT -4
"Hmm. in that case, I'll have a glass of white, please."Trevor watched Kylie gathering the equipment, wondering what the purposes of various items were, and what was in the bottles.
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Revenge
Sept 11, 2009 22:45:45 GMT -4
Post by wannabeglam on Sept 11, 2009 22:45:45 GMT -4
Kylie nods and walks over to a computer terminal. In a matter of seconds it seems, a dumbwaiter chimes in the corner. Kylie brings a tall goblet of wine and a plate of cheeses. "Here you are, sir. Are you ready to get started?"
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Revenge
Sept 11, 2009 22:47:18 GMT -4
Post by Kjartan on Sept 11, 2009 22:47:18 GMT -4
Trevor took the glass and sipped before replying. "When you are, my dear."
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Revenge
Sept 12, 2009 9:14:21 GMT -4
Post by wannabeglam on Sept 12, 2009 9:14:21 GMT -4
"Wonderful. If you will step over into that changing room," she points to a slatted door. "There is a robe there, please remove your clothes to avoid getting them dirty. When you are finished, have a seat here at the station and we'll start your appointment."
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Revenge
Sept 12, 2009 20:46:34 GMT -4
Post by Kjartan on Sept 12, 2009 20:46:34 GMT -4
Trevor nodded. Leaving his glass on the station's counter, he went to the changing room, closing the door behind him. He stripped off, neatly folding his clothes as they were removed and placing them in a pile. Once nude, he picked up the robe and put it on. Once this was done, he left the changing room and went to the station. As he sat, he picked up his wine and took a sip. "So. This is my first time in a salon, what do we do first?"
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