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Walk of Shame By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter One "Oh my head." Max peeked open his eyes, and everything was a bit blurry. "I bet," replied a girl looking right at him as she gave him a kiss. "Morning." "Morning," Max answered, instantly confused. "Uuummm... Hi? It's morning already?" "Hi, and high I'm not anymore but it's almost afternoon," replied the girl, softly kissing him again. "And you were amazing last night. That was really fun." "Oh crap," sighed Max, trying to remember anything. "Really?" "Yeah really, you sexy devil!" said the girl, sliding out from under the covers. "And I better get up." "Shit, I was a sexy devil last night, right?" said Max as his head was pounding. "So we...?" "Well yeah! And you were really sexy in your costume," the girl said, getting out of bed and standing there stretching herself, fully naked. "But even sexier and quite the devil in the bedroom! I'm thinking you're going to be pretty tired and maybe a bit sore today." "Holy shit!" gulped Max as a big smile came over his face. "I...awwweee?" "Don't worry about it?" giggled the girl, flicking her wrist and lifting her panties from the floor and stepping into them. "Listen, I have no clue what was happening in your relationship, but if my girlfriend bugged out like a crazy bitch like yours did last night, I'd have told her to fuck off too and went wild like you did." "Shit, I did that?" Max asked,rubbing his eyes and then staring at her big boobs as she wiggled her arms into her bra. "I don't remember much." "Well it was quite the scene," the girl replied as she buckled on her bra. "And obviously I have no idea if that's what pushed her to run off with that asshole, but in the end it did bring out the devil girl in you in the bedroom and made for an incredible night." "The devil girl in me?" Max asked, pulling his other hand out from under the covers, stretching his fingers and looking at his long red nails. "Oh yeah honey. The two of you as angel and devil looked so hot together," giggled the girl, pulling a dark vinyl outfit over her head. "But obviously I'm the kind of girl who is always attracted to the bad girls." "Well if she did run off, then fuck her but I have to at least give her credit, because I guess it was all worth it being a bad girl," laughed Max, watching her zip up the tight policewoman costume. "Honestly I fought like hell with her that I didn't want dress like a chick, but if it made for such a hot night with us and me meeting you officer, then I guess it was worth it." "Listen Max." The girl stepped into her pumps. "Last night was amazing, but that's it. You were drunk. I was horny, and you make such a sexy chick that I almost can't believe you're not one, but I'm not looking for anything more, ok?" "Oh sure?" said Max disappointed. "I get it, but maybe I could get your number in case you change your mind." "I'm flattered, but no, sorry," replied the girl, wrapping her hair up in a messy bun and winding in a scrunchie. "And I'm Candy by the way. I dance most weekends at a strip club on Clover Street, so stop in and I'll give you a free lap dance sometime! Best I can do babe, as I don't give out my number and truthfully you're going to have your hands full with your new relationship anyway." "New relationship?" asked Max, stunned as she was greasing up her lips. "Do you not remember that either?" said Candy, pulling away the tube. "I don't think so?" smiled Max. "Was there another girl here?" "Shit, I gotta go and he's waking up," said Candy, grabbing her pocketbook and tossing the lipstick in her bag. "I knew you were drunk but not that drunk. You're the other girl Maxine, and do you not remember all the shit you agreed to last night?" "Me? I agreed to what?" gulped Max as she tossed the strap over her shoulder and grabbed a few stray accessories on the floor from her costume. "And I'm not really Maxine?" "Well BillyJoe thinks you're his new girlfriend Maxine, not a chick with a dick," said Candy, unlocking the door. "And the way you suck dick I wouldn't have thought any different either." "Me?" Max replied panicking. "Hell yeah, and trust me, he is not the type of guy you want to piss off," said Candy, opening the door as quietly as she could. "Now I really really have to run, and you better get dressed before he sees that thing, because then you'll have a real problem or then again maybe won't for long with the big ass knife he carries around." "Wait?" said Max as his eyes bugged as out she ran out. "Oh my gawwdddd!" "Fuck," he heard a man's deep voice. "Stop with the slamming, girls, and let's just sleep in a little more." "Holy shit," whimpered Max, feeling a hand on his hip now under the covers. "Sleep?" Max froze, wanting to reach down and push it away, but instead he tensed up, afraid to move. He realized now he could sense the guy's breath just behind him on the pillow as he was lying on his side facing away from him, and could feel his chest against his back. As BillyJoe's hand slid towards his crotch, he reached under the covers, grabbing it before it could make contact with something that shouldn't be there between his legs, and then he cringed, feeling a scratchiness just beneath his ear. "Already baby? You're like a dynamo, and I should have known you'd be ready the second you woke up," said BillyJoe, squeezing his ass with Max's hand atop his. "Damn sugar! Let me at least take a piss before we start up again. You know I wouldn't mind plowing that tight ass again already, but I'd like to at least brush my teeth first, ok?" As BillyJoe pulled off the covers from behind Max, he was flabbergasted, feeling something exiting from between his ass cheeks that sent a chill through his body. He wanted to scream when instead he felt paralyzed as BillyJoe's morning erection momentarily smacked against his back and then his scruffy face leaned over, touching down on his lips. It was brief yet vile enough to send his stomach acids into a tizzy, as the quick kiss ended and BillyJoe exited the bed. When the bathroom door closed, Max sprung out of bed like a rocket, stepping to the floor and immediately face planted on the carpet. "You ok, babe?" yelled BillyJoe through the door, hearing the thump. "Uuummm yeah," mumbled Max in his softest voice, getting to his knees. "All good." His legs were like jelly and his body exhausted as he steadied himself, standing up, not expecting to still be in heels. On the floor he located his boy cut red panties, grabbing them and stepping inside them before quickly tucking himself as he pulled them in place. The sound now of urine flowing into the toilet sent him scurrying around the room as he located his red dress on the floor next to the bureau, and then caught a glimpse of himself. He still looked the part of the devilish girl with his false lashes and dark eye makeup still mostly in place, as he stood in his lacey red bustier, matching panties and red heels. He turned his neck, relieved no morning stubble had yet to penetrate his heavy foundation, as the only blemish to his face were some traces of smeared red lip gloss still present near the edges. With the rest worn away, the thought of where it had gone based on what Candy had said was beginning to freak him out as he heard BillyJoe's morning release stop. He practically jumped into the red dress, hearing the toilet flush and zipped up the back, sliding his red nails through his long hair, which was in shambles. A few strokes of his nails served like a wide tooth brush just to calm the bedhead look of his red rinsed hair when he heard the sink come on. The temporary dye that had turned it auburn, seemed much more resistant than his lip color, as he finger parted it back down the middle out of his eyes and wiped the edges of his lips. He reached back down, grabbing his pocketbook and then scooped up the other remnants of his costume, which was nothing more than a devil's tale and a headband with two attached horns, as he stepped towards the door. As he heard the water from the sink stop running and then the sound of spitting, Max froze, unsure what to do. As the door cracked open, he swallowed hard, and then BillyJoe called out. "Maxine, I'm going to need a few minutes babe on my throne," said BillyJoe with the door cracked open. "How about you be a good girl and run out and get me some coffee so I can clean out my pipes, sugar. Then when you get back, you can join me in the shower and I'll snake yours again." "Holy shit?" gulped Max before thinking. "You know? Sure! I'll run out immediately." "Thanks babe," said BillyJoe, slamming the door. The sound of BillyJoe passing some disgusting gasses that reverberated through the thin door never sounded so good, as Max grabbed his things and peeked out of the dusty curtains, seeing the sun shining outside. He took a breath, never in his life feeling so relieved as he grabbed his stuff and ran out the door, planning to never be seen by Billyjoe ever again. When it closed behind him, he almost couldn't believe he had wound up at a place like this, as he was on the second floor of a dingy, run down cheap motel. Over to the stair case he went, hurrying down the metal stairs and then as he got to the bottom, he looked around, noticing his car was nowhere in sight. He opened his purse and gulped as it wouldn't matter anyway, as he had no keys. He rummaged through it, finding only the cosmetics his girlfriend must have loaded in one of her little makeup cases, and a brush, as it was all hitting him now as his now ex-girlfriend had driven them to the party in his car and had his keys. He remembered he had agreed it was best in case he got pulled over in drag, yet she had everything in her full sized pocketbook, as in this little purse he had no phone and not even a wallet. He stood there looking around, beginning to shiver from his angst and the lack of a coat on a 55 degree October morning, seeing people coming and going to the seedy motel. He caught a few glimpses of men looking his way as they walked to their rooms, and then tossed his horns and tail to the curb as he began hurrying away. Across the parking lot he power walked as fast as he could in heels, having practiced just walking around for about a week before the costume party. He had done this whole dress up thing under his girlfriend's pressure, with zero desire of his own, yet seemingly now somehow he'd done some unthinkable things. Having huge fights with her would be par for their turbulent two year relationship, yet never had she run off with someone else before, and neither had he. He was still trying to figure out how that could have happened as he finally got to the street and then realized where he was in a sleazy part of town. He knew the cross streets and then the area as he driven through them, but not often stopped, figuring he was five or six miles from home. He turned away from the motel and down the boulevard, seeing sex toy shops, unopened bars and a big thrift store as he clicked down the sidewalk. There were bums sleeping under cardboard and seedy characters pedaling drugs down the alley as he avoided any eye contact, walking as fast as he could. A few cat calls would be most unnerving to him and then a car pulled next to him with the window rolled down. "How much?" asked the voice. "Nothing for sale here," mumbled Max. "Come on?" said the voice. "I don't mind a disheveled bitch and sloppy seconds, or maybe fifths from the way you look, so I'm sure you can handle one more this morning?" "Please go away," mumbled Max, just walking by without looking. "Come on," The man repeated. "I'm not a cop. Just a blow job will do then?" At the next alley, Max turned, hurrying away from the car and then scurrying behind a dumpster. He stood there for a minute, hoping the car was gone and then as he looked down, panicked as he felt something touch his ankle. At first he thought it might be a rat, but then it was even worse as he looked down, seeing a bum nibble across his lower calf. He practically jumped from his heels as he scurried back out of the alley to the street, and then shuffled his legs as quickly as he could in his stilettos until he was out of the rough, seedy block. For two more blocks he speed walked until his legs were burning like he was a marathon runner, and then he stopped, sitting on a bench at a bus stop. He broke down, almost in tears, before he gained his composure and then needed to take off his shoes if he was to continue walking. He searched again through the purse to no avail, finding just some loose change, but not a single bill and not even enough coins to get on a bus. He tossed his purse strap over his shoulder and got up again, walking barefoot now on the long trek home. He walked for a good half hour, as the neighborhoods became nicer and then he noticed a cab coming his way. Into the street he ran, putting up his arm, but it just passed him by and finally two blocks later, another stopped, rolling down the window. "Sorry, but I don't pick up hookers," said the driver, rolling down the window. "No, it's a costume. From a party last night! Please," Max pleaded, never happier to see a car stop. "Listen, I woke up in a weird place, and I don't have my wallet, but I'll pay you once you get me home, ok" "Off the car, slut," said the driver, rolling up the window as the car pulled away. "Fuck!" yelled Max, annoyed, throwing down his shoes,standing in the middle of the street and then as he looked up, a wave of water was raining down on him. He'd been pelted by some rocks and dirty water from a big pothole, as the truck zipped by and now he was half soaked. "Are you kidding me?" yelled Max, shaking off the muddy water, not even knowing where to wipe himself. "Grrrrrrrrossssssss!" As he started walking again, he was shivering as he picked up his shoes by the straps, hoping a bus would stop and maybe he could talk his way on, but they just drove by. He didn't even make it another block until he heard a horn beeping, and then looked back, wiping the wet hair from his face. "There you are, babe!" yelled a familiar voice from an old pickup truc,k as it pulled over next to him. "Where the hell were you going for coffee?" "Uuummmm," said Max, tossing up his hands. "I don't know? I don't know the area, and I guess I just got lost?" "Thank goodness you're that pretty, sugar." BillyJoe pushed open the door. "There's a coffee shop right down the block if you would have turned the other way, baby." "Now you tell me?" said Max, tossing his shoes in the truck and getting in. "And could we stop there, because now I could really use something warm." "Don't worry, I've got something warm right here for you, baby cakes," said BillyJoe, immediately pulling him into the truck and initiating a kiss. As much as he wanted to scream and run, he knew that he couldn't, as this big burly guy stuck his tongue in his mouth, and then when it ended, reached behind the seat, pulling over a blanket. Around his shoulders and back he wrapped him, eliminating some of the wet disgusting feelings which would be replaced with those of him comforting him with his arm around him as he put the car in drive. There was nothing he could do, sitting right up against him on the bench seat of his old pickup as BillyJoe drove, rubbing his shoulders trying to keep him warm. "So does that make you feel better, Maxine?" BillyJoe asked. "A little," said Max, not knowing how to answer. "Well usually that's rufus's blanket, so he'll be jealous once he smells your scent on it, but better you smell like a wet dog than catch pneumonia, baby," joked BillyJoe, turning and kissing his head. replied Max, rolling his eyes. "So why don't we just get you some dry clothes, sugar," said BillyJoe as they drove down the street. "You know that sounds wonderful, but maybe instead you could just drive me home," said Max. "I'm exhausted, and then we could just hook up some other time." "No chance am I letting you go back there after your old man treated you like shit and kicked you out," said BillyJoe. "I told you that you could stay with me until you get back on your feet, and remember you promised to meet momma today, so once we get you cleaned up, we'll go see her later for dinner, just like we planned." "We planned that?" said Max, dumbfounded. "Yup, last night and do you not remember being super excited about it?" said BillyJoe. "Shit, I mean the minute I brought that up, you were all over it, wanting to be shown off as my new girl." "I was?" gulped Max, feeling him playing with his hair and looking down, seeing the big knife case on his belt. "I mean what girl wouldn't be?" "Then let's go get you some nice clothes," said BillyJoe. "Where do you like to shop, sugar?" "Uuumm really anywhere except?" Max began to say. "I don't have my wallet, or any money, so maybe just take me home and we can do this another time." "Oh jeez! Don't worry!" said Billyjoe, turning the truck into a big Walmart lot. "I got this!" "You shop here?" said Max, seeing the big box store. "For clothes?" "Normally it's too high fashion, and a bit rich for my blood, so normally when I shop here, it's for the amazing selection of knives for good prices," said Billy joe. "I bought most of my switchblade collection here, and some of the big stuff. But don't worry babe, I've got some good connections here I can hook you up with, and nothing but the best for my girl will do." "Gee, how thoughtful," Max sighed, almost petrified to say anything else. "And just something warm and dry will do." "Yeah, but that's because you'll look hot in anything," said Billyjoe, pulling him in and suddenly he was stuck in a make out session. "Uuumm please, Billyjoe," said Max, happily freeing himself and opening the truck door. "Please, let's get in there." "I just love how you want to go change to look hot for me," said Billyjoe, getting out and coming over, putting his arm around him. "You really are almost the perfect woman!" "Almost? I doubt that," replied Max nervously. "But whatever?... And I'd like to stay this way, so no knife shopping while you're with me please, so let's just get the clothes and we're out of there." "Well, you're perfect to me," said Billyjoe, squeezing his ass as they walked. "And believe me, I'll get an actual job if I need to, if it allows us to get you the boobs you dreamed that Candy has. Not that I don't like the ones you have now, but I heard how much you wanted them last night, so I want you to follow those dreams, ok babe?" "Gee, what a catch you are, honey," said Max, pulling open the door. "What more could I girl want?" "No shit," nodded Billyjoe, walking through it ahead of him. "Glad you realize what a lucky girl you are, because too many of my old girlfriends just used me for sex. My mother warned me it wasn't always going to be easy being this good looking?" "What a smart woman?" said Max, shaking his head and following him in. "Who is also a bit more judgmental than me, but I know what she likes, so I'll help you," said Billyjoe, taking him by the hand as they walked toward the women's clothing section. "Of course?" said Max, rolling his eyes. "Since you're buying?" "Good, then try on a few of these," said Billyjoe, pulling some stretchy outfits and short skirts from a sale rack. "You want me in that to meet you mother?" asked Max surprised. "These skirts look skimpier than what I have on now?" "Fine, try whatever you want, and if you weren't soaked, this dress would have been good enough," said Billy joe, pulling out a few more. "We're having a barbeque with my mother, not going to prom though. She'll probably be in something skimpier than any of these, so what are you, shy all of a sudden?" "I guess not?" said Max, looking down at the small stack of clothes. "Good, then go pick some underwear while I glance at a few knives," said Billyjoe, empting his pockets into Max's hands. "Don't worry, I'm just looking and here's everything I got." "No wonder we're at the sale rack," gulped Max, un-crumbling the bills. "You've only got a twenty and some singles." "And here's another five, so hopefully that should be enough since you're lucky you're not a boy needing shoes, since it looks like once you wipe off a little mud from your toes, we're good there," smiled Billyjoe, before pecking a kiss. "I'll be back to see you model for me in two minutes, babe." "Oh jeez," gulped Max, looking down, realizing the only thing dry were his feet, as the shiny faux leather straps and platform heels were the only thing on him that didn't absorb water. He walked over now to the lingerie area, pulling down a few padded bra sets and then headed into the changing area. In no time now he was just another girl walking inside a simple, draped off changing area, as he pulled back the long curtain and stepped inside. It felt like a million dollars to drop down his wet panties and then pull off his dress. From the floor he took a cotton top from a pile of clothing previously tried on and suddenly it became his make shirt towel. With his dampness finally gone, next he pulled a t-shirt from the pile, wiping any mud from his legs and then tried on the first bra. Away he flipped it as it was way too tight before he tried another, before finally finding his size around his chest before adjusting the shoulder straps. As he looked down, he saw himself starting to grow semi-errect now and then went right into panic mode, quickly stepping into his panties. He took a deep breath and then pulled himself back hard, trying to focus on his issue as immediately he calmed down, beginning to turtle. He pulled a stretchy dress over his head and then freaked, seeing the little bump, even soft, quickly pulling the dress off. Back on went his soaked underwear, which were designed to hold him back perfectly, as he retried the dress, but immediately they soaked the material as it looked like he pissed himself. "Eeewww," sighed Max, panicking as he pulled them off, disgusted by their wetness and getting frustrated. He tried on a stretchy skirt with the new panties, but again it was the same issue, until he looked down at the pile left behind by others, seeing some denim shorts. He lifted them, feeling the stretch denim material and then had a brainstorm, pulling them on. They were tighter than he could have imagined as he snugged them up, but suddenly they'd done the trick as he buttoned the fly, zipping them up. With no bulge in sight, he dug through the pile and unzipped one of the short dresses, as suddenly the curtain was pulled open. "So how are we making out, Maxine?" asked Billyjoe, startling him. "Uuummm ok?" said Max, holding the dress across his chest, embarrassed. "Please close the curtain so I can finish trying things on, ok?" "Oh sure," said Billyjoe, pulling it closed while staying inside with him, looking down at him and then reaching down, digging through the pile. "And maybe try this! I'm not sure about that dress in your hand, but I like some of the other stuff you brought in here." "That stuff I didn't..." Max said before stopping. "But you know what... sure but could you wait outside please, and give me a minute." "Sure," said Billyjoe, slapping something in her hand and scooping up everything else. "Try this, and give me that shit. I was able to get a coupon from the girl in the rifle section, so what the fuck. Let's go for it." "Go for that?" said Max, looking down. "Well, it beats being a bright red target thing I've been in I guess?" He held up this weird ugly green top and then stretched it over his head. When he pulled it down, he realized it was not exactly what he expected, suddenly in a long sleeve, short camo top. "Oh fuck," said Max, really getting a good look at himself in the long mirror. "I guess I really am a slut." Just that quickly he was in an army green, camo patterned crop top, with his black bra strap partly peeking out of the half tank shoulder straps next to the big round open cold shoulder cut outs. The long sleeves that spanned from his biceps to his wrists also had small, two inch cutouts that spanned the entire sleeve, and the short top revealed his thin six pack. Beneath it, his acid washed daisy duke shorts were frayed around his legs, yet tightly kept anything unwanted out of sight. With his long red nail, he pushed in the hint of black lace at each hip bone, as there really wasn't much he could do with the skimpy outfit, which could not have looked any sluttier with his feet still in his red platform stilettos. He opened the curtain, just wanting to leave but there was Billyjoe waiting as a huge smile filled his face. "Damn, girl!" said Billyjoe. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" "Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what's in your head," said Max, tossing his pocketbook strap on his shoulder and walking right by him. "Talking! Now grab my wet shit, let's pay and get the fuck out of here!" "And that's the kind of talk I like," smirked Billyjoe, following her. As they got in the line, he could barely keep his hands off Max as older women and a few housewives stared at them, showing their distaste as he pushed Billyjoe away, trying not to draw attention as his hands kept wandering across his flesh. He was never happier to make a purchase at Walmart in his life, as he held out his left arm, allowing the cashier to scan the top's tag near his wrist and then casually reached inside the top near his left rib cage, pulling off the tag in front of her, handing it over to be scanned. When he tried doing the same on the shorts, he realized it was sewn across a back pocket, and then Billyjoe improvised, lifting him by the midsection. "Easy," gulped Max, mortified as Billyjoe swiped his ass across the counter top scanner until the register beeped, acknowledging the scan. "Well that's one way to handle it," laughed the teenager at the register, taking the coupon from Billyjoe and scanning it. "$24.80 please." "Nice job, babe," said Billyjoe, pecking a kiss after he handed over the money. "And we've still got a few bucks left for coffee, which was the original plan." "Oh good," nodded Max, a little defeated at being so easily manhandled. "I could use the warming up." "I know you can, sugarplum," said Billyjoe, as they walked hand in hand past the shopping carts and into the Walmart foyer occupied by a few small franchises. "I don't think they have coffee in subway, or whatever this little pizza place is," said Max, looking around. "No, but my friend that works here in rifles said Priya didn't show , and I told you I know people here?" winked Billyjoe, giving him a little shove towards a small Walmart salon. "So consider this a special treat for my girl, and let's go for it." "Special treat?" Max asked. "What does that mean? Go for what exactly?" "Just play along, girl," winked Billyjoe, pulling him by the hand. "I got this." "Oh gawwddd," Max sighed. "Holly, sorry we're late" said Billyjoe as they entered. "It's been that kind of day, and you can see how soaked she got, but Priya has arrived?" "You're saying you're my appointment?" asked the girl, picking her head up from her phone and making a face. "Seriously?" "Yes," smiled Billyjoe. "Better later than never, right?" "You're saying she's Priya Gruvata?" asked the girl, working alone in the little two chair studio and looking at them funny. "Come on now?" "Well we didn't mean to be late, and we lost track of time, so Brendan from rifles sent us right over," winked Billyjoe. "He said everything's handled in the system, and you should be able to take care of her." "Did he?" said Holly, folding her arms, blowing a huge bubble. "Yes, and thought if you took good care of his friend Priya, then he'd take good care of you," said Billyjoe, quietly looking around. "He told me to mention he's off at nine, and has his dad's Harley here tonight." "Honey?" asked Max confused, squeezing Billyjoe's arm. "What exactly are we..?" "That's not even funny, and tell him to fuck off," said Holly, getting angry. "Because he's promised shit before and then pussied out when his little girlfriend called." "Yeah I heard, and she's out of the picture now," Billyjoe admitted. "Since when?" said Holly with her hands on her hips. "You know I'm right here in the corridor, and I saw the bitch walk in here two days ago." "To break up with his ass," said Billyjoe with a smile. "Now he knows he fucked up, which is why he needed me to broker this little conversation with you. He's really into you and just didn't have a wing man to chat with you, but here I am, so now he does." "You better not be bullshitting me?" said Holly, looking right through him. "Because you do realize I spoke to Priya's sister over an hour ago and that she has the flu, right?" "I'm not," said Billyjoe, holding up his hands. "Well not about his girl being history, and him wanting to cruise with you on the bike tonight. The other part, well?" "But tonight?" sighed Holly, after popping the bubble. "That's not bullshit, because if it is?" "No, that's solid," smirked Billyjoe. "And that thing is a beast." "Fuck yeah it is," smiled Holly, getting loud before looking around and then pointing to her chair. "I mean excuse me sir, and Priya it's fine that you're late. Please take a seat like you normally do." "Oh?" said Max as she grabbed a cape, tossing it over him. "A seat?" "Yes hon," smiled the girl, winking back and updating her computer. "Well I didn't think you'd be showing today Priya, but now that I've corrected your reservation in the system, let's get to work on you." "Work on me?" asked Max as it felt so warm. "Yes, before you catch a cold," said Holly, pumping the chair with her foot. "I assume you're late since it looks like the wind and rain did a number on your hair, didn't it. You must be freezing, especially just getting over being sick." "She definitely wouldn't mind you blow drying her hair," said Billyjoe. "It has been a rough morning out there for her, but now that's she's in some warm clothes, that would help, right Priya?" "I guess just a blowout is ok?" said Max, enjoying the warmth for a moment. "Oh I'll be blowing out more than hair today after I hit the open road on that Harley?" said Holly, dropping the back of the chair down and then texting. "But you know, let me just verify all this shit before I get to work, because sometimes I am too na?ve so you better not be fucking with me or you'll be leaving here with a bald bitch." "He's hot for you, and he owes me, so relax," smiled Billyjoe. "But if you're texting him now you're about to get your confirmation, and then take care of my Priya." "Damn," smirked Holly, nodding and looking at her phone and then texting back. "Good thing you fucking weren't full of it, and that Harley has my engine revved so she can have everything Priya paid for if that's what you're after here." "Told ya," grinned Billyjoe. "That's more than I expected, but hell yeah." "It's your lucky day then, girl," Holly put down her phone and switched on the water. "A Walmart pampering on Priya's credit card you shall receive." "Perfect! She's meeting my mother later, and she could use a little TLC," smiled Billyjoe as Holly began shampooing his head. "That's what I'm after." "Uuumm," Max started to sit up. "You know maybe this is a bad idea, and all I thought was you'd blow dry my hair. How about you just rinse it and.." "And what?" said Holly, getting insulted. "Just because I'm in Walmart doesn't mean I didn't graduate from beauty school, you snotty bitch." "Sorry! I meant nothing by it," replied Max nervously as she rinsed his head. "I just didn't want to put you out, so maybe just stick to the blow out please." "Honey, I know plenty of girls like you, and bullshit you didn't," said Holly, pulling his hair as she rubbed in some conditioner. "Now don't you dare fuck with my chance to be on that date tonight, or you'll leave here looking worse than a two hundred pound soccer mom." "No one wants that, so let's just ratchet it down so you can hook her up and then just go on your date," said Billyjoe, stepping in. "She's appreciative and she won't say another word." "Fine! I'll hook up the bitch as long as she shuts up," said Holly, trying to calm down. "You want an Indian princess in this skank's body, then you got it?" "Thank you," said Billyjoe, feeling like he just defused the situation. "And I'm thinking you should have told me you just did a rinse recently?" said Holly, seeing red in the sink. "When did you do that, Miss Priya?" "Well, my girlfriend just did it yesterday," Max replied. "You know, a girl friend. Not a girl friend or anything like that." "Yeah don't worry, I'm thinking with those lips you've got, you're quite the frank lover," laughed Holly, taking some chemicals from a cabinet. "Not a muff diver." "Oh yeah of course," mumbled Max. "My boyfriend is quite? Well you know, and shit is that an issue? My hair's not falling out or anything weird, right?" "Not unless you start doing this all the time. When I do any of my girlfriends' hair, I warn them not to wash their hair for three or four days," said Holly, putting on some gloves. "But obviously she was not the kind of friend she should have been, but Priya did have a color treatment planned that I wasn't thinking I'd be doing, but obviously I'll need to fix this shit now, too." "Oh," gulped Max as she began brushing the chemicals on his head. "Thanks I guess." "Hey boyfriend over there doing nothing. Be useful," yelled Holly, looking over at Billyjoe sitting down looking at some magazine. "Take that little coupon over to jewelry in the middle and pick a ring from what they show you. Just tell them I sent you and it's paid for anyway, so I may as well do it while her color processes." "Cool, Priya paid for that too," laughed Billyjoe, as she was saturating his head. "So I can give my girl some jewelry on her." "Can't you just shut the fuck up and go down there," said Holly, rolling her eyes. "But that's a yes if I need to spell it out for you, and she has tons of them, so she won't miss it as I always change them while she's here." Over he ran, taking the coupon and then exiting the tiny Walmart salon as she painted section after section, adding more dye to his hair. It was a minor break at least from the mayhem, as his ex-girlfriend had just dyed his hair for the party anyway, so he figured it couldn't be much worse. He was more worried about how he'd finally escape than having to dye his hair back to brown, until finally she pulled off her gloves and then began working at her counter before returning with a small applicator in hand, pressing down on his eyes. "Honestly when she did your haircolor, she should have done these too," said Holly. "But again I'll fix this shit while you're here. Close your eyes and be still." "Well she did do my eye shadow," said Max, feeling her touch on his lids. "It's probably just worn off a bit." "I wasn't talking about eye shadow, but I'll fix that too, you freaking prima donna," said Holly as he felt some warmth and then something pressing down. "Oh fuck!" yelped Max as she ripped across his brow. "Yeah like a rabbit you must, with those fucking caterpillars," laughed Holly, pushing his eye closed again. "But I got you on that now, girl." "That felt like you almost ripped them out completely," complained Max. "Please tell me you didn't?" "I guess I know why they were so bad now?" said Holly, rolling her eyes and pressing down again ripping. "But how bad are they now?" gulped Max. "Ooouuchhh." "One still looks like shit if that's what you mean," chuckled Holly, pressing closed his other eye. "Now stop so I can just fix them." He just sat there squirming as she waxed off the rest on the other side, and then ripped some strays at the bridge of his nose. With her scissors, she trimmed back the remaining brows until she had them exactly how she wanted them, before taking her tweezers and making some fine adjustments. He was red in the face,angry, as now this was something that certainly couldn't be dyed back, as instead she soon took some liner and shadows to his lids. When finally she was satisfied that she'd fixed his eye makeup to her satisfaction, a timer went off and she began rinsing the dye from his head. In the span of no more than twenty minutes, she'd done some considerable damage to what was meant to be only a temporary costume party look, yet instead now it would be more a permanent disguise. In a way he was right back to the point when he first sat down, with a head full of wet hair, dying to run out the door. Instead now he'd been altered by some bottom of the beauty school class white trash, just praying all she would now do was blow out his hair so he could get the hell out of there. "So how's it going, ladies?" asked Billyjoe, coming back in now as she was conditioning his hair in the sink. "It's getting there," said Holly, switching off the water. "You're fucking lucky Priya tips well on her credit card, or I'd have done half the shit I'm fixing on her." "Well I'll mention you going the extra mile to my buddy," smiled Billyjoe as she dried her hands. "So then you two can go that extra mile as well." "Just give me the shit you picked, and damn right he better," said Holly, walking over and taking the jewelry from him. "Nice! Priya would not have picked that, but wait that's..." "I know, not the right one, but this is," smiled Billyjoe, pulling something from his pocket. "I figured since you were such a sweetheart, and so appreciative, you'd do them both for me." "You really are a douch," said Holly, annoyed, pulling him towards the corner of the small store. "You trying to get me fired?" "No, fired up," said Billyjoe, grabbing her arm and slapping it in her hand. "And I just gave him a little stash of the last good shit I had too." "Maybe you should have started with that." Holly closed her hands around it. "And maybe you should have been more specific about the type of jewelry I was picking out," smiled Billyjoe. "But I'm digging the idea of it." "She's from India. What type of rings do you think she buys here, you dumb fuck?" said Holly, cracking on him. "Now go hold hands with your pansy of a girlfriend who cried like a sissy when I plucked her eyebrows, so imagine what baby she'll be with what you want done to her." "Ok, but don't back down if she whines," whispered Billyjoe, grabbing Holly's arm. "She's meeting my mother today, and I need her satisfied I'm with a classier girl than I normally bring home." "Well she does have all her teeth," joked Holly, pulling her arm away. "That in itself should be a step up for you, and never grab me again, asshole." "Sorry," said Billyjoe, following her. "It's just important to me that's all." "I get it, momma's boy," nodded Holly, opening a cabinet, taking out some items and a sharp needle. "Just go hold her hand and consider the bitch slutted up even further, which with her isn't even that tough." "Excuse me, I have the noon appointment," said a woman, coming in, interrupting as she was putting on her gloves. "Yup, we're behind about a half hour, so maybe do some shopping before I can fix that blue head on you again," said Holly, walking over to Max and rubbing something near his nose. "Does your manager realize you're this, young lady?" said the woman, annoyed. "Probably, but if you're not squeamish and you'd rather stay until I'm ready for you, then be my guest. Take a seat," smiled Holly, dropping a small towel over Max's face, then holding up a needle. "Now hold steady for me for a moment Priya, and all you'll feel is a prick." "Another prick," moaned Max. "Haven't you plucked out enough?" "No, just a single prick that will sting a little, just like the prick you are stuck dating," joked Holly. "Be still now, and it'll be quick like the prick's orgasms probably are." "What the fuck!" screamed Max, almost jumping from the chair as he felt the needle pierce through his left nostril. "You didn't!" "Don't move, Priya," said Holly, working on him. "Sorry princess, I should have warned you to try not to swear with your elders looking on." "How rude are you! Is that blood?" said the little old lady, rushing away. "I'm taking you up on going shopping, and I think I'll come back some other time." "Sounds good," chuckled Holly as she ran off. "And like it would matter, she tips me in quarters." "Blood?" moaned Max, tearing up. "Why, Billyjoe?" "It's nothing, and stay calm until I get the back on. I'm almost done," said Holly, pushing at his nose. "A girl like you has to be tougher than this." "Please tell me you're done," cried Max, feeling her inside his nostril. "With needles for today! Yes, and I'm shocked a girl like you still has a virgin naval," said Holly, cleaning his vision and then touching his bare midriff. "You know after that, maybe I'm not done." "I hate needles, and you're not touching my naval," yelled Max. "Relax, we barely have time for what we've done so far, and what your boyfriend took a five finger discount on, I can do with my gun," said Holly, moving his hair. "Thing is if you want me to do your tongue or belly button, you'll need to come back another time, ok?" "Fuck!" yelped Max as the gun pierced right through the cartridge on his left ear. "You are kidding me! You just pierced stolen shit through my ear." "Like the rest of this is cool, Miss Priya?" laughed Holly, moving the gun down his ear. "Now keep your voice down, and not that I really give a shit, but what is your name actually?" "Max," moaned Max, grimacing as another pop went through his lobe. "Well, Maxine." "Well Maxine, you've got quite the skilled asshole of a boyfriend," laughed Holly. "Palming a little stud sure is not that tough, but the little kit he swiped. Impressive, and we're almost done, girl." He swallowed hard now, as again she pierced through his lower lobe until finally she put away the gun. Thirty minutes felt like thirty hours reclined in her chair, until finally she sat him up. He felt better that she began combing through his hair and then out came her scissors. "Don't freak," warned Holly, sectioning in the back. "I'm keeping it the same, just cleaning up the layers, unless you want something different?" "All I wanted all along was it to be dry and to be warm," moaned Max. "That's what you tell me after all this work I did to fix you up?" said Holly, getting snippy. "After how nice I've been to you, bitch?" "She didn't mean it like that," said Billyjoe, coming over and calming her. "She's appreciative and you know she was dying to look hot to meet my mother. Tell her, babe." "Sorry," gulped Max. "Yeah what he said." "Maybe I should have shaved the bitch's head like I told you in the beginning," snapped Holly, stretching in the back and trimming. "It would have saved us all some time and energy." "Either way she'd still be the hottest girl I could bring home to my mother," said Billyjoe, leaning in and planting a kiss. "Am I a lucky asshole or what?" "Oh jeez," sighed Holly. touching her chest and then returning to trimming. "Just when I want to fuck up your hair and pretend it looks amazing, then you do this shit? Damn that might be the sweetest thing ever, and what a lucky girl you are, Maxine." "Uuummm thanks for not doing that," said Max, almost not believing what he heard and then seeing some trimmings slide down his cape. "And what a nice thing to say, but... Wow, is my hair that red?" "Don't you love it?"! squealed Holly, stretching and trimming. "Beats the shit out of that cheap ass rinse red you had, right? And wait until you see it dry? It's like the hottest color going, and you're kind of my Guinea pig with it, but I'm thinking with the extra layering I'm doing now, it'll be a huge success." "Extra layering?" asked Max as she was trimming on the sides. "Consider it a freebie, since your asshole boyfriend touched my heart," said Holly, trimming on the left. "It really isn't much, but take it while I'm in the giving mood. Trust me, that doesn't happen often." "I'm thinking my friend is hoping it happens tonight, though," interupted Billyjoe. "Yeah well the season of giving is now i guess with October gone?" laughed Holly, stretching and trimming. "And I like giving as much as I like receiving to." "So does Maxine," joked Billyjoe, as she moved to the right. "Although last night she was a giving machine? Right, babe?" "Maybe you should just shaved my head," sighed Max, rolling his eyes. "Please say we're almost done?" "Just about," said Holly, again trimming. "Unless you want bangs, which would help keep the hair out of your mouth while you're doing the giving. I washed out quite of bit of dried shit we both know wasn't gel before I dyed your hair." "Please, no," gulped Max, closing his eyes, frustrated. "Ok then," smirked Holly, putting down her scissors and turning on her blow dryer. Finally, forty five minutes into his unexpected visit, the blow dryer finally began removing the wetness from his hair. Her nails sliding through his scalp felt like fingers of an angel, yet it was the dress up devil he'd gone out as the previous day that had caused this entire mess. A few minutes later though a mess he would no longer be, as she brushed and picked through his long hair, spritizing while she circled him. It had been morning, and now afternoon he would have loved to forget as she took a brush to a red tube, painting it across his lips before she pulled off his cape and stepped back. "Better than any fucking Priya princess I've ever produced before," said Holly, tapping Billyjoe's arm. "She's so hot," smiled Billyjoe, practically salivating. "Dammnnnnn, Maxie girl!" "Well considering the red hot mess I started with," smiled Holly, opening the clear lip gloss and sliding it on his lips with her index finger. "Fuck yeah, she is." "I'm almost afraid to look," sighed Max, standing up and turning looking at himself.