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The Rock Chick
Chapter 1
I have to admit that, when I first met Rae, I was a bit of a mess. I'd be
avoiding a haircut for months by this point - to be honest, I had been
avoiding pretty much everything that involved people since my fianc...
had walked out on me on a sunny Thursday afternoon. I'd just sort of let
myself go. All those things you do when things seem normal - washing,
working, grooming, dressing and eating healthily - suddenly felt empty
and pointless. Computer games and junk food consumed me.
I lost my job within a couple of weeks and barely noticed. I didn't have
any living relatives, and what friends I had seemed to have sided with
Chloe and stayed away. My phone was silent and my Facebook feed empty. I
was alone, and thought I was quite happy that way.
After a few weeks of wallowing I received an email from an old colleague,
Tim. He was setting up his own company and wondered if I wanted to come
in to discuss a job opportunity, blah blah. I deleted it without
thinking, and that was that until the mail arrived the next day.
Getting any post at all had become pretty rare, but that morning there
were two items - a glossy colour flyer and a stern letter from my letting
agency warning me that I was overdue on my rent and would be evicted in
four weeks if I didn't pay.
For some reason that broke through my miserable mindset. I could sink
pretty low, but I wasn't yet ready to be homeless. I immediately thought
of the email from Tim, undeleted it, and within a couple of hours he had
arranged a meeting for the next day - he wasn't waiting around!
Feeling more positive than I had for weeks, I suddenly caught sight of
myself in the bedroom mirror - and was horrified by the shaggy mess I had
become. My hair flopped over my eyes and hung down my neck in lank
tendrils, and I hadn't shaved for weeks; I looked like I was already
homeless, and was sure Nick would never hire me looking like that.
And that's when I noticed the flyer lying on the coffee table. It was for
a new salon which had just opened down the street and was offering 75
percent off haircuts all week. Even I could afford that!
I called, and was answered by a pleasant Australian woman who told me she
was all booked up for the rest of the week. I can't remember what I said,
but I must have sounded pretty desperate at that point, and begged her to
check again. She laughed and said no - she was sure. I was defeated -
there would be no job and I would lose my flat. But then she said:
"You know, I could fit you in this evening after hours if you're really
desperate?"
I couldn't thank her enough! She laughed, and booked me in for 8:30.
Success!
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The salon was large and airy, and seemed very quiet when the door closed
behind me. I was greeted by the mingling scents of shampoo and bleach and
something else - maybe nail polish? There was no one about, so I had time
to take it all in as I waited at the reception desk. There were six
comfortable-looking leather chairs in front of tall mirrors, each
surrounded by an array of bright hair products, styling tools and hair
dryers. The walls had been painted white, but then splattered violently
with colours to give it a slightly grungy look. A sign pointed through a
backroom door to "Treatment Rooms". I wondered idly what sort of
treatments they offered.
"Hey there! You must be Simon?" I turned, startled by the cheerful
Australian voice behind me.
"Er - yeah. Hi!"
Rae wasn't at all what I'd imagined. She wasn't tall - perhaps 5'3" or
5'4" - but everything about her made an instant impression. Her long,
platinum blond hair was streaked with blue and styled carefully to look
messy and unkempt. Her skin was pale, and her lips were a deep red. She
wore dark blue ripped jeans topped with a silver belt and a loose grey
sleeveless top which had been artfully ripped to show just a little
cleavage and quite a lot of her firm, flat stomach. Both arms were
adorned with tattoos, some fresh and bright, others slightly faded. One
in particular caught my eye - a devil-eyed fairy on her wrist, bending
over in stockings to pick something up.
But it was her eyes that really captivated me. They were piercing,
electric blue, surrounded by a thick layer of eyeliner, dark eye shadow
and heavily mascaraed eyelashes. Just for a second, for some inexplicable
reason, I wondered what my eyes would look like made up in that way. Why
had I thought that?
"So what are we doing today?"
I was already sat in one the chairs (definitely comfortable), and Rae was
lifting my hair and running her fingers through it. I was glad I had
washed it the day before.
"I'm not really sure," I stuttered. I've never know the answer to that
question. "I have an interview tomorrow, so I guess something short and
neat?"
She frowned and ran her fingers through my hair again as if weighing it.
"No - I don't think we're going to do that," she said with a smile.
"I'm sorry?"
"You have such lovely hair, and it's just starting to get to a good
length. It would be a crime to cut it all off now."
She had a point - I had always had a thick head of straight chestnut
hair, which I'd worn longer back in my early 20s. But I was 30 now, and I
really needed to look professional. I needed that job!
"Thanks..." I stammered. "But I really need to look..."
"Professional, yeah I get that. But does anyone really care how long
their employees hair is these days?"
Seeing I was about to object that yes, a lot of them do care, she changed
tack.
"How about this - you let me give your hair some shape and texture, and
if you still think it's too long I'll cut it as short as you want?"
That seemed fair, so I agreed (a little reluctantly) and she led me back
to the treatment area, sat me down at a sink with a towel around my neck
and began to wash my hair. Her fingers felt strong and gentle as they
massaged my scalp, and I could smell her perfume as she leaned over me.
The experience was so sensual, and I felt my cock start to stiffen in my
trousers. Worried that she might notice, I blurted out the first thing
that popped into my head in an effort to distract myself.
"So... I saw you have treatment rooms out back. What other sorts of
treatments do you offer?"
Rae laughed. "What are you in the market for?" she asked mischievously. I
didn't know what to saw to that, and felt myself blushing. Stupid
question! She didn't seem to notice though, and went on:
"To be honest I see this as a holistic beauty augmentation salon - I
know, that sounds pretty pretentious, but it's sort of what I want it to
be. I'm a trained stylist, colourist and beauty therapist, so that's the
basics covered. But I'm also a qualified piercer and a trainee tattoo
artist, so I'll be offering those services too. Along with some other
things."
"Oh wow - tattoos as well! Did you do your own tattoos? They're amazing!"
She laughed again. "Thanks - but no way. That was my friend Katy. She has
her own salon up in town - she's been teaching me, but artists don't
usually do their own tattoos."
I flushed again. "Sorry - stupid question!" I said it out loud this time.
"Not at all - I guess it's not something you know about if you're not in
the scene. I'm guessing you don't have any tats or piercings yourself?"
I shook my head, suddenly wishing I did.
Rae had rinsed my hair, and was wrapping a towel round my shoulders. She
winked at me with those beautiful, dark eyes.
"Hey - perhaps I can persuade you to do something about that?"
I laughed nervously and shook my head, but as she was leading back to the
main salon I thought: why wouldn't I?
Back in the chair, Rae combed through my hair carefully, then took a
bottle off a nearby shelf, squeezed a large blob of something thick and
creamy into her hand and smoothed it through my hair. That was hot. Why
was that hot?
Then she started combing the longer bits of my hair in different
directions, creating neat sections which she wound up and secured in
place with long clips. My scalp felt tight and was quickly becoming more
and more sensitive to her touch.
"You really do have amazing hair!" she said as she worked. "Lots of my
female customers would kill for locks like this."
I smiled into the mirror, pleased at the compliment but unsure how to
respond. She slipped a final clip into place and stood back with a
critical look on her face.
"It's just a shame about the colour," she said.
For some reason, the fact that she didn't find my hair perfect stung me.
"Oh yeah?" I tried to sound nonchalant.
She shook her head. "Oh, it's nothing big. It's just a little... mousy, I
guess." She took out her scissors and began trimming my neckline.
"I guess - if your were a female client - I'd be suggesting some changes.
Like a few highlights. Or maybe a slightly more vibrant colour. Or, you
know what - a glossing treatment to really give it some oomph."
I laughed nervously. I had never dyed my hair before, even as a teenager
- it had always felt a bit girly to me, even if my hair was a bit dull.
Rae seemed to sense that the topic made me uncomfortable, and changed the
subject. We talked about movies and TV shows and music, and it turned out
we liked a lot of the same things, especially bands and songs. We both
hated the current "classic rock" revival, loved The Ramones, and were
excited by Bully. The only real difference was that, while I listened
from the comfort of my bedroom floor, Rae had travelled the world and
seen hundreds of bands live, from grungy dive bars in Arizona to huge
arenas in Berlin.
"I guess I've always thought of myself as a rock chick," she said as she
steered the scissors expertly above my ear. "I was even in a band, but I
guess I decided that I like the look more than the music."
"I really like your look," I blurted. "It's very cool!" Smooth. I felt my
cheeks start to flush again.
She smiled though, and touched my arm. "Oh, you're cute to say. Thanks -
I guess I've always liked looking a bit different. Who wants to be
boring, am I right? Hey - check these out."
She pushed her long, white hair back from her right ear, and I saw that
it had been pierced in about a dozen places up the side with silver rings
and studs. Her lobe had been stretched with a thick, tapered spike, and
even the flap in front of her ear had a ring through it. But it was the
top of her ear that was the most extraordinary - it had been swept back
and shaped into an elegant point, like an elf from Lord of the Rings.
It was the first time I'd ever seen piercings like these up close, and
definitely the first time I'd seen any body modifications. I'd always
thought I'd find them weird and off-putting, but on Rae they looked...
beautiful. More than beautiful - natural. As if she was supposed to look
that way.
"Wow!" was all I could think to say. What was wrong with me? I tried
desperately to think of something intelligent to say.
"Did they hurt?"
Dammit! "Sorry - I bet everyone asks that."
She frowned and thought about it for a second. "I guess they hurt, but I
always thought the pain was part of it, you know?"
I nodded, not knowing at all.
"Put it this way - you know how a really, really good orgasm can be
pleasurable and painful at the same time? Well, it's a bit like that.
Better, really, because you have a physical reminder of the sensation at
the end of it."
I didn't know where to look after that - my cheeks were burning, but Rae
just carried on running her hands through my hair and snipping softly at
the ends as if we were talking about the weather. I'd had long-term
girlfriends who'd never described their orgasms to me, let alone a total
stranger!
She changed the subject again, and after another half hour Rae declared
herself almost finished.
"Just a little product, and we're done!"
She grabbed a can from the shelf and fired a blast into her hand,
releasing a ball of foamy mousse which she gently stroked through my
hair, pulling it back from my face. Then she dried it and used some light
styling paste to set it.
I had to admit, the style looked good! Rae hadn't taken off much of the
length on top, but she'd shortened and graded the sides and swept the
front back. As promised, it was neat and definitely professional.
"So I guess we don't need to go and shorter then?" Rae was smiling.
"No - it's awesome! Thank you so much - you've really saved my life!"
She laughed again and took my credit card. "No worries - glad to help you
out! Maybe next time we'll go with something a little more adventurous?"
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Depends what you have in mind!"
"That would be telling. I can think of a few things that would look good
on you. But you'd have to trust me..." She winked as she handed back my
card.
"Sure!" I said. "Why not?"
"Is that a promise?"
I nodded solemnly. "My word is my bond!" And in that moment I definitely
meant it.
"Great - I'll hold you to that! Hey - good luck with that interview, OK.
I'll see you soon!"
I waved and stepped back out into the darkened street, little realising
how dramatically that haircut would change my life.
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