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The Groupie By Jena Corso Edited By Tiffany Myers Chapter 1 "This sucks." Jake was pissed off. "Mick really needs to meet me. Come on, let me in with my friends!" The guard physically pushed back Jake as Tricia blew Jake a kiss and waved goodbye as the door was closing. "Sorry," said Tricia, a frown on her face, knowing her friend could not get backstage with her. "Talk to you tomorrow." "You're not what the band is interested in meeting after a show," said the security guard, before slamming the door in Jake's face. "Now buzz off asshole, before I get to enjoy throwing a beating on you." Jake turned around, disappointed he couldn't get back stage with his friends. He loved going to Aerostones concerts and as an aspiring artist and songwriter, he was trying anything to be discovered as he wasn't getting any younger at 26 years old. It was 1984 and he had followed the band all around the country, loving their music and style. It was his dream to be a song writer and maybe even a singer or musician. He was hoping he could get back stage this time with his friends, and get one of his idols ,Mick Tyler, to hear his tape and help discover him. Realizing he had struck out again, he headed home to bed. "Wake up sleepy head." Tricia prodded Jake awake as it was now morning. "Hey Trish!" said Jake, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it and what the hell are you doing here so early? It's days like this when you wake me up so early that I wish I never gave you a key." "It's 9:30. Wake up and let's get some breakfast," said Tricia in a very excited tone, pulling the blanket off her friend. "Come on, Vicky and Monique are waiting in the car. I'll tell you all about last night. It was a fucking blast!" "Ok, let me just go take a shower," Jake said. "Oh, please," said Tricia, putting a baseball cap over his messy hair. "Just brush your teeth and let's go. Look at me; obviously I haven't showered all night and neither have the other girls." "Holy shit! I see that now!" said Jake, as his eyes widened. "That's what you were wearing last night, wasn't it?" Jake brushed his teeth and grabbed a jacket, then headed downstairs with Tricia. They all lived in a small apartment building and had been good friends for many years now. He jumped in the backseat of Monique's car as they sped off to breakfast. "So, let's go girls. Give me the details," said an excited Jake. "You girls have been partying all night I guess!" "It was fucking amazing!" Tricia gushed. "I wish you could have been there to party with us Jake." "What happened?" said Jake. "Let's go! Give me the details!" "Let's go eat and we'll fill you in!" said Monique, pulling into a parking spot. They went into the large diner and were seated in a round corner booth. Everyone ordered a nice hearty breakfast as they quickly began gossiping about their wild night. "So, the band was incredible. They were the coolest guys ever!" said Tricia. "I never dreamed we'd have a night like that ,but we were all hammered and it just happened." "Are you kidding me?" Jake said. "Did you girls sleep with them? Holy shit - who?" "Well, shit happens Jake." Monique smiled shyly. "Shut up and just tell him Monique, you little slut! Tricia hooked up with Marty the drummer. Monique with the base player and me well, you know I'm not that type like they are," said Vicky, cracking up laughing. "Yeah right bitch," said Monique. "She's not the type to sleep with a tattooed musician, so she fucked the band's manager." Everyone was cracking up now laughing as Jake was both impressed and shocked by the behavior of his friends. "Incredible!" said Jake. "What a night to remember!" "Or forget... if my boyfriend ever found out," said Tricia laughing. "He would not be as understanding and impressed like you are Jake." Finally breakfast arrived as the group shared non-stop laughs as they told story after story about last night as they ate. "So, I have a little surprise for everyone," Vicky said, reaching into her purse. Vicky pulled out a white envelope and handed it to Jake. "Cool! They gave you these?" said Jake, looking at 3 front row tickets for their next show tomorrow night. "Yup, they hooked us up with a suite at their hotel and the seats." Vicky smiled. "Wow, congrats to you," said Jake. "You girls are pretty lucky. That will be amazing." "Yeah, lucky for you that you're one of my best friends," said Vicky, pulling out another ticket. "Because I made sure to weasel a fourth one out of him too! It pays to know the manager." "You girls are awesome," Jake said, now pumped up. "Now if you can only get me backstage and I could play my tape for Mick. I know he'd like it and maybe help me to be discovered." "That I probably can't do," said Vicky shaking her head. "Mick pretty much kept his distance from everyone, and seemed only interested in drugs or whatever he was doing with some bimbo." "Yeah, I mean he seemed very nice, but was really strung out and went in the back alone," said Monique. "Alone my ass!" said Tricia. "He had a tall brunette back there. The guitar player told me that if he didn't think we were hot, then none of us would be back stage. He calls the shots. No one else including the band or his manager." "I figured that about him from reading all about him," said Jake. "He's a super powerful and influential person. I am dying to meet him." "I'll ask his manager if he actually calls me, but I doubt he will," Vicky told him. "I wouldn't hold your breath on that one Vicky" Said Monique. "We knew what we were getting into last night, and it wasn't a second date or a relationship." "Well, we'll see them again in 2 weeks, and then we can try to talk to him," Tricia said. "Make a copy of the tape for each of us, and we can all try to get him to hear it." "Can't you girls get me back there?" said Jake. "I need to meet him and try to convince him about it!" "Well from what I understand, unless you are a hot chick or in the band - you are not getting back there," said Monique. "Probably true!" said Tricia. "I mean I didn't see any guys back there that weren't either in the band or the crew." "Damn, well I will make you guy's copies," said Jake, picking up the check. "It's awesome to be in the front row anyway. Thanks for any help you can give me." They left and went back home and everyone went back to their apartments. The girls each retired to their respective places and crashed, getting some much needed sleep as Jake worked on some new material. That evening as he working on recording more songs, he was interrupted by a knock on his door. "Hey." It was Tricia, kissing his cheek as she came in with Monique and Vicki with a few six packs. "We thought you might want some company tonight." "Sure, cool," said Jake. "I thought you girls would be out with your boyfriends on a Saturday night." "Nah, we're a little tired after last night as you can guess," said Vicky, smiling and pointing to her sweat pants. "So we thought we'd crash here and veg with you." "Let's see... 3 gorgeous girls and some beer, or Saturday night alone?" said Jake with his hand to his temple thinking. "It's a tough choice." "Yes, we look gorgeous tonight don't we?" Monique teased him. "Hey, any guy that thinks we look gorgeous looking like this in sweats, no makeup, and with ratty wet hair, i should marry him right now!" Tricia said, cracking everyone up. "I'd run right down to the church with you but at this moment I'm committed to my other love called Budweiser," said Jake, laughing as he cracked open his beer. "I'm not the marrying type right now, anyway girls. Besides, you all have boyfriends and I can barely support myself right now on my shitty free lance writing salary, until I can get a song or two published." "Well, here's to dreaming big." Monique made a toast, as they all clanged their beer cans together. "So, the girls and I were talking and we kind of had a crazy idea we'd like to run by you," said Tricia, walking behind the couch and rubbing his shoulders. "Ok, sure," said Jake, surprised as she pulled off his baseball cap. "Just relax a minute," said Tricia, squeezing his shoulders hard now. "Here, have another beer." Intrigued now, Jake began downing his beer as Tricia massaged him. "How much do you weigh?" said Monique. "You're nice and thin." "I'm not sure," Jake said. "Maybe like 145-150ish. Why?" "And you still have that toned body and rock hard abs I remember from the beach right?" said Monique again. "Do you still have that sexy little Speedo?" "Yeah, in my dresser?" Jake was surprised. "Why?" "Easy Monique!" said Vicky, walking over to him. "Just stand up a minute and let us see your chest for a sec.. ok?" "Ah, ok," said Jake, standing up as Vicky helped unbutton his flannel shirt. She threw his shirt on the couch and then stuck her fingers through his sweaty hair, picking out his hat head look from his baseball cap. "Don't move a minute," Vicky told him as she sat back down on the couch with the girls as they all looked him up and down. "Just spin around once for us." "Damn, Tricia," said Monique, as Jake did a slow spin. "Maybe. He's definitely skinny enough." "Girls, this is awkward," Jake was sighing. "Can I sit down now? Didn't you guys have enough of the bare chested guys after last night? Anyway, I'm not into being fixed up with any of your friends looking for a skinny guy, especially Deloris if this is what this is about. I know she loves my abs, but she is just too weird for me. I am just focused on my music right now ok, and nothing else!" "No, this has nothing to do with Deloris and everything to do with your music," said Tricia. "We were just thinking that if we could get you backstage, then you might be able to meet Mick and pitch your tape to him. That's all." "I thought he only let's hot chicks back there, not skinny guys with good abs," said Jake. "Bingo honey," said Vicky, as Jake looked confused. "He's into hot groupies!" "What are you saying?" Jake asked her as he was putting on his shirt, giving the girls a weird look. "We're saying we can help you get back stage if you want it bad enough," said Tricia. "With those abs, the long hair, and our talents we might be able to just pull it off!" "Holy shit, are you kidding me?" said Jake, sitting back down. "What do you have to lose?" Vicky asked him with a grin. "We were talking about it and were just saying it's a shame you weren't one of our girlfriends or you've had gotten to meet the band and maybe Mick," said Tricia. "I know he'd love your music like we do, if he heard it." "We're sure we can get one of our hot friends back there with us," said Monique, smiling as she downed her beer. "So it's your call now. Wanna be one of our hot friends?" "You girls are nuts." Jake was shocked. "How the hell would that be possible?" "Well, we're not saying it would be easy, but we're willing if you're willing to try it," said Tricia. "With me doing your makeup, Monique outfitting you, and Vicky as an amazing hairdresser; you'd have an awesome team of stylists." "Look, we can just try it here at home, and if none of us thinks that you can pass, then we'll just forget it," said Vicky. "Worst case, it'll just be a little dress up game at home, and we've got two weeks anyway to get it just perfect." "Plus you're like his number one fan. You know everything about him," said Monique. "Even if we can get your tape to him, we can't sell the concept like you can. You really need to be there to sell yourself anyway." "So...?" Tricia asked with anticipation. Jake just sat there staring at them as he sipped his beer. He shook his head and then downed it as he took a deep breath nervously. "What the fuck.... I guess," said Jake ,looking at them with a smirk as he opened another beer. The girls high fived each other with glee as they all got up to hug him. "This is going to be so much fun," said Monique. "I love a good challenge and we all love doing makeovers." "Well, let's get started!" said Vicky. "Now?" Jake was surprised, spitting out his beer. "Absolutely, girlfriend," said Monique, smiling and wiggling her finger back and forth with some confidence and attitude. "We need time to experiment." "Where's that Speedo?" said Tricia. "In my top drawer in my bedroom?" Jake was confused. "Why?" "Well, we're not ready to see you naked just yet," said Monique ,teasing him as Tricia went into his bedroom. "But I'm cool with it if you're comfortable nude around just us girlfriends ." Smiling, Tricia ran into his bedroom and returned with the little red Speedo. "This will do for now," said Tricia, spinning it around her index finger and then tossing it to him. "Go change in your bedroom while I run bath." Tricia opened a large zipped green leather bag she had brought with her and took out two smaller toiletry cases as she headed for the bathroom. Feeling the butterflies in his belly now, Jake went to his bedroom and closed the door. As he changed in his bedroom, he could hear the water running in his bathtub. He came out in his bathrobe, noticing that the girls were no longer on the couch and the room was empty. He then walked into the bathroom where Tricia was sitting on the closed toiled seat next to the tub, waiting for him. He looked down, seeing the steam coming from within the bubbles which oddly filled his old fashioned claw foot tub. "Get in and relax," said Tricia, helping him off with his robe. "Soak for awhile and be careful getting in, because the bath gel makes it very slippery." Tricia took his hand as he stepped into the warm bath, helping him to ease his way into the thick bubbles. She now gathered up his loose hair, clipping it on to the top of his head and placed a white plastic cap over it, carefully tucking in any loose hairs. She sat him back, resting his neck on a soft towel that she placed gently behind his head, and then wasted no time placing a steaming hot wash cloth over his face. After a minute or so, she gently lathered his face and proceeded to remove his day old stubble. When she finished, she repeated the process, making sure to shave him in the opposite direction touching his face gently as she finished. "Very nice and smooth," she said, kissing his cheek. "I hated those sideburns on you anyway." His senses perked up as she began pouring a strong fragrant liquid onto a fluffy large mesh like bath sponge, before leaning him forward and starting on his back. She then lifted his left leg, scrubbing it and then his right, massaging and cleaning him as she worked. "See, isn't this relaxing," said Tricia, as she now took a small brush and began coating his face with a thick green liquid. "Actually weird as this is, it's really relaxing," said Jake. "Did Monique and Vicky leave?" "For a bit yeah," replied Tricia. "They went out to get a few things we'll need. I came prepared but they weren't as confident you'd go for it." "Trish, you really think this is going to work. Don't you?" said Jake, perking up a little. "Now, be still and keep your eyes closed as I don't want to get this in your eyes or it'll burn like hell," said Tricia, placing some slices over his eyes. "You are going to be gorgeous when we're through with you, and then they are going to hear your songs and love them. Just don't forget me when you're a rich recording artist." "Are you kidding me? No chance of that!" said Jake, feeling something being placed between his toes. "Just keep your feet out for now ok?" said Tricia, as she swiftly painted his toes. "They'll dry pretty quickly." She worked back and forth on each foot as he relaxed, lying back with his ankles on either side of the tub. "Now just soak a little and I'll be back soon." Tricia left the room. After about twenty minutes or so, Tricia re-entered the room. She drained a little bit of the tub, before adding a little more hot water, warming it up again. She now lifted his left leg upward and began rubbing a cream on it as he felt it tingle. "Try not to move now ok!" said Tricia, as he now felt the sensation of the razor moving up from his ankle. Tricia worked carefully as he felt her moving the razor gently up his leg below the knee. He listened to the sound of her shaking it in the water each time as she repeated the process, as he knew exactly what was happening, even though his eyes were covered. Slowly but surely, Tricia went over every inch of each of his calf's before carefully working around the knees and moving up his thighs. When she finished, she lowered his legs and lifted his left arm. First, he could hear some snipping of a scissor, before again he felt the cream being added and the odd razor's sensation in his arm pit. She then slowly guided it down his arm before repeating the process on his right arm. "We're almost there Jake. Stand up a sec ok," said Tricia, as she helped him up and spread his legs. "This will be awkward, but I don't want to cut you, so don't mind me moving you ok." She now yanked his Speedo a little bit from behind giving him a wedgie, as her razor gently moved up and down at his crotch area. She ran it over his rear cheeks, giggling, before applying pressure on his testicles. "Really, really don't move now," said Tricia, as he felt the flat side of her scissor between his legs and then heard the sound of her snipping. "Sorry, this is probably overkill, but I'm kind of a perfectionist and I like it nice and neat down there." She then seemed to be doing some final shaving before working above the waistline now, removing the small patches of chest hair he had around his belly button and nipples. When she finished, he heard the tub drain as he felt her rubbing a soft substance on his legs, chest, and arms. She then removed the slices from his eyes, and he looked down, seeing his bare body. "Ok, just take off the wet bathing suit and put on your bathrobe, and I'll be right back," said Tricia ,leaving the room. Jake stared at himself in the mirror, looking at his hairless body in his red Speedo, green facial mask, and shower cap. He reached down, removing his Speedo, immediately shocked at his new v-shaped perfectly manicured pubic area as Tricia cracked open the door and handed him his new underwear. "These should fit," said Tricia from outside, with her arm reaching into the room. "Just put them on and come out, so I can work on your face." He took the palin white silk panties from her and put them on. The silk feel on his body felt odd, but in a way exciting as he took a deep breath and put on his bathrobe before exiting the bathroom. When he re- entered the living room, Monique and Vicky were back, sitting on the couch as they quickly looked him up and down. "Open up the robe and let me see Jake," said Monique, walking right over to him. "Damn, not half bad," said Vicky, staring at him as he opened it. Monique walked right up to him and immediately started taking some measurements. She jotted down some notes and then ruffled through a duffel bag she had brought with her. Vicky then removed the plastic cap from his head and removed his hair clip. She took a hard bristle brush and gently brushed his hair back into a pony tail between her fingers, before twisting it and tucking it under a tight mesh cap. "We'll stick with the basics for now," Monique told him, pulling his arms through a white bra. "Stand still for me and let me try something. I brought a few things that might fit." Monique buckled it behind him before stuffing a small insert in each cup. She now opened a Legg's egg, stretching some suntan panty hose and lifted his right leg rolling them up. She then rolled them up the left leg and stretched the waist band, snapping them into place. She stood back staring at him in deep thought, before pulling a black sweater dress from her bag. She pulled the stretchy outfit over his head, adjusted the ? length form fitting sleeves, and tugged at the hem as he stood there nervously as they all stared at him. "Sit in the recliner, and let's lean you back for a minute," said Tricia, wrapping a cape over his outfit and snapping it around his neck. "Don't twitch and I'll be careful just to do a little shaping." Jake leaned his head back relaxing as Tricia went to work tweezing his brows. She moved back and forth from side to side as Jake tried to remain tough with all the annoying pinching on his forehead. When she finished, she kissed his forehead before jotting foundation all over his face and started blending it. "Are we having fun yet?" said Tricia, teasing as she softly padded him with powder. "Well, I know I am." Tricia sharpened her pencil before lining his lids and jumping back and forth with a few coats of mascara. He rubbed his cheeks with some blush before opening up her colorful pallets of shadows. She got to work on his eye lids, blending multiple shadows before she seemed satisfied. She then took a pencil to his lips before taking a small brush and filling them in as she stepped back. "This part will take some practice Jake," said Monique, kneeling in front of him as he felt her slip on some shoes. "These are really low so they're good to practice in, but you'll have to be in something much sexier the night of the show." "Walk across the room and sit in the kitchen chair and we'll try to figure out what we are going to do with your hair," said Vicky, as Tricia pulled off the cape. Jake stood up, wobbling as he walked in the pointy low 1 ? pumps. "How weird is this," said Jake, looking down at his bare hosed legs as he looked down at the hem of the sweater dress above his knees. "Do I look like a girl?" "Almost. Walk into the kitchen and sit down, facing away from the table," said Vicky smiling. "I've got a few things to try now." Vicky walked over carrying two large round hat type boxes. She placed them down on the kitchen table and opened the first box. She placed the front of a wig on his forehead and stretched it backward, pulling it down over his head. She parted it with her fingers, sweeping the long strands from in front of his eyes. Vicky now walked in front of him and stepped back, looking at him as she shook her head a little. "Nah," said Vicky. "I'm not liking the dark Cher thing on you. It's too straight for you." "Really, I think he looks pretty decent," said Monique. "Not bad." She now removed it and opened the other box. She wiggled her fingers against his forehead and adjusted the wig as she pulled it down snugly. She stepped back and admired her work analyzing her choice. "Cute right?" said Vicky, with her finger to her mouth in deep thought. "He needs volume like that. It's more rock 'n roll." "Definitely passable, anyway," said Tricia. "He's pretty in that." Jake walked over to the mirror, looking at himself now in a blonde wig with curls draping down his back. He looked at his face fully made up, and then the way the dress hugged his body. "Damn, this is ridiculous," said Jake, checking himself out. "I think I'm going to puke." "See, you're a perfect girl." Monique teased. "That's how some of us eat whatever we want and then stay skinny." "Oh shit, who is that?" Jake said, hearing his door bell ring and panicking. "Monique, you answer it and I'll hide." "Please, relax and get it," Tricia told him, peeking through the peep hole. "It's just the Chinese food delivery guy. Answer the door, it'll be good practice for you." "No, way." Jake was shaking and moving to the other side of the room, out of sight. "Please, relax," said Tricia answering the door. "How much is it?" "That'll be 21 fifty," said the delivery boy. "Hey Jaclyn, get me my purse please," Tricia said, swinging the door all the way open. Tricia smiled and turned her head as Jake had no choice but to retrieve her purse. He froze for a moment as the delivery boy made eye contact with him, and then put his head down, focusing on grabbing the purse from the kitchen table and walking over to hand it to Tricia. Tricia paid the delivery boy and closed the door as Jake quickly sat down, wiping some sweat from his brow. "Jaclyn, you called me Jaclyn," said Jake, sitting back annoyed. "Well, I was just thinking quickly on my feet," Tricia replied, annoyed now. "Should I have said hey blondie or have called you Jake?" "Good point I guess," said Jake. "The entire test was just to see that he had no clue you weren't a girl," Monique said. "Oh, got it now," said Jake. "You girls could have told me that?" "And missed how uncomfortable you got, when he checked you out," said Vicky. "No way. That was priceless. I know you were shitting when he checked you out." "Yeah, I did notice that ,and it was really uncomfortable," said Jake smiling. "This is all new to me, girls." "Exactly, so it will take practice, especially walking and talking like a girl," said Monique. "Plus, right now, you're kind of in a relaxed look in that sweater dress and low pumps. You definitely need to be in something skimpier and sexier the night of the show." "And I'm not satisfied with this hair on you either," said Vicky ,pulling off his wig. "Tomorrow we'll try something else. I like the curls but don't love the color or cut, but now seeing you all made up, I at least have something to work with." Vicky then gently removed his wig cap, and brushed back his hair between her fingers. She wiped the sweat from his forehead and held his hair back off his face with a headband. "Let me see some of those rock and roll magazines you have," said Vicky. "Let me see his type." Vicky looked through some of his rock and roll trade racks and studied the different type of girls that Mick was associated with. She looked at a few of his ex-girlfriends and a few celebrities he had been rumored to be with. "Well, he liked Tricia," said Monique, snapping on her friend. "You're right. He was hawking her wasn't he?" said Vicky. "He was not," said Tricia. "Well, not while you were all over his drummer, he wasn't," said Monique. "But before that he was." "How could you have seen that while you were screwing his base player?" said Tricia, snapping at her. "Oh easy girls," said Vicky, laughing and breaking up the little cat fight. "All right, I get the idea. I see his type and tomorrow I'll take care of it." "Why does his type matter?" said Jake, confused. "I am not going to date him. I just want him to hear my tape." "Use your head idiot," said Monique. "If he doesn't think you are hot, then you'll have no chance to get his attention. It's pretty simple. You make yourself as hot as possible, get his attention, and play the tape." "Well, obviously I came this far, so what the hell!" Jake replied, putting his hands in the air. "That a girl," said Tricia. Jake woke up to the sound of his alarm buzzing. He looked up, seeing it was already 9:30, got up and jumped in the shower. He was excited about the concert, yet nervous about what he had to do this evening, as the water was beating down on his back. "Big day today," said Tricia, startling him as she pulled open the shower curtain. "Are you excited?" "What the hell Trish?" Jake said, almost jumping out of his skin and covering up his private area. "Obviously, you are excited!" said Tricia, laughing as she noticed his morning arousal. "Don't be shy with that, I've seen them before. Plus, I'll be helping you tuck that away so we don't have any unwanted appearances by your little friend this evening." "It's a morning thing, Trish," said Jake, turning red. "Eventually, it goes away." "Eventually needs to be soon," said Tricia. "You've got a lot to do today, and we can't mess around. I need to get you ready and we need to get out of here in like half an hour or so." "You standing there in those tight jeans and skimpy t-shirt isn't helping," said Jake, smiling at his friend as she closed the curtain. Tricia shook her head and smiled as she left the bathroom for a moment before quickly returning with a big towel and her purse as she again opened the curtain. She switched off the water and rolled her eyes, giving Jake a big smile. "Don't get the wrong idea here," said Tricia, placing the towel on the floor next to the tub and kneeling down on it. "You're lucky I love you and you're my best friend." Tricia opened her purse and skirted some hand lotion into her left hand. Without hesitation, she grabbed his erection and began massaging it and slowly tugging. "Holy shit Tricia," said a shocked Jake. "I ah ah, ah. Wow." "Shut up," said Tricia, looking up at him. "And if you tell my boyfriend or the girls, I'll kill you." He gasped and shivered now as she used her nails now in front with her right hand digging in under his testicles as she began moving faster now, jerking him off with her left hand as he quickly exploded. "You boys are all the same," said Tricia, switching the water back on and winking at him. "Wash up quickly and get out now so I can do your face." Stunned yet feeling relieved now, Jake washed up and got out of the shower. He put on his bathrobe and walked into his living room, where she quickly brushed back his wet hair and switched on her blow dryer. With her fingers, she removed the dampness before wrapping it turban style in a towel, and dotting his face with foundation. Working with intent, she smoothed it out before touching his lashes with mascara and then brushing on a little blush. She sharpened her pencil before darkening his upper lid, and then gently blended some pink eye shadows. When she finished, she released the towel and took a large brown alligator clip from her bag and brushed his hair into her fingers on top of his head. She then dug the double sided comb through his hair and snapped it shut, tightly pinning some of his hair on top of his head. She then picked at the hair at the nape of his neck, brushing it downward as it rested straight down almost touching his shoulders. "See, with just enough makeup on, you look cute," said Tricia, as she took a little lip balm and rubbed it on, giving him a touch of pale pink on his lips. "Stand up." As she stood, she removed his bathrobe and strapped a simple white bra around him, buckling it in the back. She stuffed some socks in each side before grabbing his white panties from yesterday and lifting his leg. "See, no more problem," said Tricia, teasing. "Now don't mind me." Quickly she pulled them up and pushed his junk back between his legs as Jake just stood there. "Like I have a choice," said Jake, being wise. "Yeah, well. You really didn't seem to mind too much in the shower." Tricia replied, helping him step into some tight jeans. "I doubt any guy would," said Jake, as she snapped the fly and pulled up the zipper. "Probably true. You're all pigs anyway." Tricia teased as she slipped a pink tube top over his head. "Now pull your arms through please." "Yes, we are I guess," said Jake, as she slipped a baggy sweat shirt over his head. "But it doesn't matter anyway, since as of this moment, you're on the other side." Tricia teased as she slid an ankle boot over his left foot. "The better side. Now come on, because we have to met up with Monique, hit some stores, and get to your hair appointment." "Trish, how am I going to walk in these!" said Jake, standing and balancing in his 3? inch ankle boots. "Can't I wear those lower ones from last night?" "No, those don't match your outfit. Now just deal with it, because those are nothing next to the spikey shoes that you'll have on later, if I know Monique corectly. Who knows what she has in mind for tonight," said Tricia, flipping him a large pocketbook and pushing some sun glasses over his face. "Let's go." Jake followed her as he nervously exited the safe zone of his apartment and into the elevator. As they arrived downstairs, they walked out of the building and into Tricia's car and he breathed a sigh of relief as she drove away. After a fifteen minute drive, they pulled up at an old fashioned looking women's beauty parlor and Jake froze, realizing this was the place of his appointment. "Vicky works here," Tricia told him as he got out of the car. "Come on," said Tricia, grabbing his wrist. "They don't bite in there." Tricia put her arm around Jake, leading him to the beauty parlor as she opened the door. She practically pushed him in, as he was speechless, hearing the cow bells clinging on the door as Tricia pulled it open. The vast aromas of perfume, peroxide, and hairspray filled his nose as door closed behind him as the receptionist looked up. "Hello ladies," said the receptionist. "You have appointments today." "Yes, Jaclyn and Tricia for Vicky," said Trcia. "Sure, have a seat ladies," said the receptionist. "You're staying with me," Jack told her, happily. "Thank you for not leaving me. I'm too nervous. I didn't know I'd be in a place like this. I thought you were just putting a wig on me or fixing my hair at home." "That was the original plan, but Vicky didn't like the result," said Tricia. "She's a perfectionist and figured she could do what she needed to do a lot better here at work." "Don't you look cute today Jaclyn," said Vicky, tapping his thigh as he looked up. "Put your arms in for me honey and we'll get started." Vicky held out a pink plastic smock as Jack stood up and put his arms through it. Vicky now spun behind him and tied it around his neck and fastened the Velcro all the way down his back. Vicky now led him to a chair in the back of the salon and removed the large clip from his hair. She picked at his almost shoulder length stringy hair with her fingers and laid his chair back resting his head in the sink. "I am so excited about the show tonight," said Vicky, smiling as she looked down at him. "Tonight's your night. I feel it. So don't be nervous, and just let me do what I do best, Ok!" She switched on the water and began massaging his hair thoroughly as he looked up at her. When she finished she towel dried his hair and tapped his thigh as she led him to her chair. He watched as she opened some elongated thin plastic packets and pulled out some long wefts of hair. She pushed his head downward, brushing most of his hair up on top of his head and clipping it. He now felt the odd sensation of her weaving the extentions into his hair. " Sit still honey," Vicky told him as she held his head facing downward as she did the next weft. "This takes a little time, but you won't have to worry about them falling out." She added a third and fourth weft before raising his up chin upward and inspecting her work. She moved his head back and forth now, as she again used some clips and began snipping. She began at the back, defining a series of layers with just some small trimming, before finally moving to each side of his head. He watched as she held each layer straight up away from his face and forehead and quickly defined it. Now large strands of hair were being snipped away from the sides and top of his head. "Is that my real hair that you're cutting or the stuff you put in?" said Jake, getting nervous now. "Go easy, it's takes me a while to grow it. I wanted to keep it long and one length as part of my musician look." "Please! That was not working for you," said Vicky, snickering. "Honey, we're friends and I've never wanted to hurt your feelings, but it just didn't look that great on you. It looked dirty and stringy. When all this is over, I'll help you develop a cool rocker look if that's what you want, but for now let me just work my magic." "Wow, I never knew you thought that," said a surprised Jake. "I guess that's cool." "I'm sorry honey. I didn't want to come off as insensitive," said Vicky, kissing his forehead before combing his hair right down in front of his eyes. "Eyes closed sweetie, and before you know it you'll look amazing. Try to trust me." Jake closed his eyes as he felt the scissors across the bridge of his nose and then his hair all being brushed straight back as she sprayed it, wetting it now. After she saturated his head ,she quickly began sectioning it into nine distinct sections as his head was now covered with large clips displaying odd parts in his scalp, before she left for a moment. She returned wheeling a cart with a series of drawers and 3 or 4 different size combs on top of it and spun his chair around and he was now facing away from the mirror. "Hold this box for me OK," said Vicky, handing him a small tissue type box. She now worked at the back of his head as he felt her picking through his hair and stretching his hair. She now took one of the small papers from the box as he saw her open the first drawer and take out a green plastic roller. Within moments, he felt the tension on his hair as he knew she had snapped the roller closed and was preparing the next section. He watched as she took the next roller and paper from his lap and was quickly rolling up the back of his head. "I'm getting curly hair?" said Jake, surprised. "I thought it was just going to be straight and long?" "Just relax and enjoy," said Vicky. "We not taking any short cuts here. The straight hair wasn't that hot on you. I wasn't satisfied." Vicky worked quickly as Jake sat there, now feeling the back of his head filling with rollers. Within ten minutes, she was once again standing in front of him as she worked at the top of his head as he noticed the color of the rollers changing to pink. "Ok, bottom center is done and top center is done so let's finish those sides cutie," said Vicky slipping her soda. He could see her working now out of the corner of his eyes on the right side, stretching his hair and folding over the small paper before winding his hair on the green roller. She repeated the process over and over, before finally finishing the left side of his head and spinning his chair around as his eyes widened at seeing himself all wound up. Jake was amazed looking at his hair set in roller after roller horizontally across his forehead. "You look adorable in curlers," said Vicky. "I can't wait to see the finished product. Now I'll be back in a bit as my assistant Mrs. Harper will take care of you for a bit, while a do another customers' cut." "Wait," whined Jake. "What?" A large woman now quickly wrapped a few towels around Jake's neck below the curlers, before putting on some plastic gloves. She dipped her fingers in some Vaseline and rubbed it onto his forehead, ears, and then his neck area. She then began circling his head with cotton onto the slicked areas beneath the rollers and then seemed to be mixing something. Jake got a whiff of the strong odor as she quickly began soaking his head. She began at the bottom, making sure to apply the solution to every roller, until Jake felt his head completely saturated. When she finished with the lotion, she placed a processing cap on top of his rollers and secured it with a clip of some sort, before setting a timer then she sat next to him, placing his right hand on a small table she roller up. She immediately proceeded to open a box with different size nail tips, matching them to the width of his own. He watched as she proceeded to glue on the tips and fill in the gaps with some gel as she transformed his hands. When she finished the right hand, she jumped over to the left as he watched her add the long rounded nail extensions. After the timer went off after about 15 minutes, Vicky came back and removed the plastic cap. She gently unrolled one of the curlers, testing the curl before re-rolling it. "Ok, let's rinse you out honey, and don't do anything with those nails," said Vicky, tapping him and motioning him to go sit by the sink. "Mrs Harper, Jaclyn is ready to be rinsed out." Mrs. Harper came over and tilted Jake's chair back and began rinsing his roller filled head for what seemed like forever, then she again set the timer. The warm water actually felt relaxing to Jake, but the process was exhausting him. The timer went off after 10 minutes. Mrs. Harper now sat him up and began blotting his head with towel after towel, removing the dampness before beginning again to saturate his head. "More shit again on my hair," said Jake. "These curls may never come out." "SSshhh," said Vicky, coming over and rubbing his thigh. "Relax, the neutralizer only needs to stay in like 5 or 6 minutes and then I'll get these out of your hair. It's not easy being beautiful is it?" The timer did seem to go off quickly this time and Mrs Harper again sat him back and this time rinsed his head with cool water. When she finished, she sat him up, wrapped some towels around him and brought him back to Vicky's chair. "Hey, you crazy rock and roll chick," said Tricia, as she came in. "Oh, I'm so happy to see you. This shit is exhausting," said Jake, relaxing a bit as he saw her. "I guess this is the shit you go through to get that hair. Wow, you look hot today." "Why, thank you," Tricia replied, eating up the compliment. "You will in a little while too. Trying to look your best takes some effort as you are finding out I see. But no worries, because I'm pretty sure your hair is going to turn out amazing, but in the mean time I'm going to work on your makeup." Tricia tilted his chair back a little now and got to work on his face. As she worked, Mrs. Harper returned and continued to work on his nails as he could smell the strong polish smell now. Tricia gently wiped his face and then began blending in his foundation. When she finished, she paid close attention to his eyes, lining the inner and outer portion of his eye lids with her black pencil. He watched her then as she opened a package of false lashes and measured them across his eyes. She sat back now, trimming them before opening a liquid liner and slowly streaking it across each eye lid as she blew on his lid to help dry it. He now watched as she squired some glue onto the false lash and held it out as she stared at him, smiling. "I just love theses. Can't ya tell!" said Tricia, winking at him to show him she was wearing them as well. "One more sec and they'll be tacky enough." Tricia now reached down, securing them to his lids as he felt the pressure as she held them while they dried as Mrs. Harper was jumping back and forth between his hands. When Tricia was satisfied they had bonded, she took her lash curler and peeled back each lash bending them backward and then separated the lashes carefully with a small lash comb. The then took the wand of her mascara and jumped back and forth between each eye, darkening and thickening both the upper and lower lashes. As his mascara dried, she worked on his cheeks with some blush and touched his chin and nose with her brush as she blended. She took a breather, opening her makeup case and taking out a large pallet of colors as she now dipped in her little shadow brush. "Ok, close them until I tell you," said Tricia, as she jumped back and forth between eyes. He now felt Tricia rubbing her pencil, outlining his lips before he could taste the strawberry flavored lip color. Tricia now stepped back, studying her work as Vicky finally returned, checking his rollers as she felt them. "You can take over Vick," said Tricia, as she and Mrs. Harper had finally finished. "I will just do some touch up later, and don't move those hands." "Nice work Trish," said Vicky, inspecting Jake as she began unrolling the curlers. Jake felt his new tight curls snap into place as she gently removed the rod. "How long are these curls going to last," whined Jake. "This is nuts." "For a bit, but they are going to look great on you'. Vicky answered, spinning him towards the mirror. "Relax and I'll show you." "No," said Tricia, stopping the chair from spinning. "Let's show him near the end or you'll never finish." "You're right Trish," said Vicky, touching his face gently, before spinning him again away from the mirror. "You're too tense honey. Loosen up and just think about tonight. I'll show you when you're done. I can't have you squirming around nervously while I work." "I need Jaclyn to be relaxed and ready for fun," said Tricia, as Vicky continued unwinding his hair. "Uptight girls will not get back stage honey." Jake watched as the cart filled with rollers as he felt curl after curl spring into place. As she released the sides, he could see the tight curls draping down near his neck as Vicky began picking at them with her fingers and a large fork tooth brush. She now took a large round diffuser and put it on her hair dryer as she plugged it in. She set it on low, switched it on, and gently circled the sides and back of his head, warming his curls as she lifted them with her palms. She dug her fingers into his scalp above each ear, pulling at his hair away from his ears as she now heavily sprayed the sides and back before softly hitting them with the dryer again. She stepped back now, admiring her work, smiling before removing the last 4 smaller pink rollers she had in the center of his head beginning with his forehead. "Eyes closed until I tell you please so I don't get any little snips or spray in them," said Vicky pulling a small section of his hair straight upward toward the ceiling. "I always trim the top and front to get it perfect." He listened as he heard the snipping sound three or four times as she continually stretched the hair ontop of his head toward the ceiling. "Ok, open for a sec please, and try to look straight ahead," said Vicky, as she looked at him and brushed some hair directly in front of his eyes now, before pinching it between her index and middle finger. "Try not to blink ok." He watched through his own hair now as he could see the blade of the scissor move swiftly across the middle of his nose, trimming away his hair. "Did you just gave me bangs," whined Jake. "Holy shit did you? I can't have bangs. Boys do not have long hair with bangs." "Ssssshhhh," said Vicky, brushing them straight down as they partially covered his eyes and creating a small distinct vertical part in his hair on his forehead. "Relax, they are perfect on you. Now don't move so I don't burn you. This one gets super hot." She moved back, picked up her curling iron and gently lifted his bangs, slipping them under the arm flap of her iron as she curled them under. He could hear the sizzling of them setting and the squeak as she released them. She then grabbed a small 1 inch section of the hair that she had just trimmed in the center of his head, and proceeded to roll it backward creating a series of distinct rolls away from his face as he felt the tight barrel on top of his head. When she finished doing this 3 times with her hot iron, she began brushing out the curls and picking at them, teasing and spraying as she separated and released it. "Almost there," said Vicky, not satisfied as she took a slightly smaller barreled iron rolling his bangs again. She hummed as she held the curl, before releasing it and softly brushing it down. She then grabbed her aerosol can, spraying the top and bangs before again circling him and thoroughly saturating his head in hairspray. "Now that's what I am talking about," said Vicky, finally satisfied with her work as Tricia nodded in agreement. "That should hold up for tonight anyway." Vicky finally spun Jake around and he looked at himself in amazement. His tongue licked his dark red shiny lips again, tasting the gloss as he took a deep breath. "Damn," said Jake, touching his heavily lacquered hair. "Now that's some big classic rock and roll hair I guess. Holy crap."