A video of a hairstylist that popped up on my social media was incredibly erotic—she was showing off her cleavage, spreading her legs wide in a miniskirt while cutting hair. I went to the salon with obvious ulterior motives, and was shocked to find the person from the video really there, serving customers in that outfit.
While getting my eyebrows trimmed, her white, soft-looking breasts were about to pop out of her cut-and-sew top right in front of me. During the shampoo, I stared through the white gauze, and then her breasts pressed down onto my face, squishing me. I couldn't help but think, "This is definitely intentional... not an accident, she's doing it on purpose."
Damn, I got a hard-on. I tried to hide it in a panic, but she noticed and it was so embarrassing. Then she said, "After your head feels refreshed... let's refresh this part too." Huh, is this really a hair salon? This isn't some concept health place, is it? She secretly gave me a titjob so other customers wouldn't see... Does she want my business that badly? I'd come back as a repeat customer even without that.
Her schedule was so booked that I couldn't get an appointment, so I got a haircut at another salon. Now my hair's grown out again and I managed to book her, but she got angry: "Where did you cheat on me? What is this? It doesn't look good at all. I asked you not to cheat with other shops..." Is she really that mad? No, it's jealousy... She cut my hair half-heartedly, then started seducing me like last time, and then, huh, insertion right here!? Are we really doing it!? Having sex!?
Wait, no, this is pretty abnormal... Does she want my business? Does she want my dick? No, I realized she wants to satisfy all her need for approval. I got scared and didn't go for a while, but she started contacting me every single day. Reluctantly, I made the next appointment... Huh!? What's this bill!? The digits... six figures!? "What's wrong? Coupons don't apply anymore~" she said. This is insane! So that's how it is... She gives you a good time at first, then collects later. She won't be satisfied until she gets everything: my business, my dick, my money.
Fine, I'll just ignore her messages... But then, huh, she showed up at my house!? How does she know my address?? Customer info!? Scary! "I also do mobile haircuts!" she said. Ah, I guess I can never escape this hairstylist.