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The Rock Chick
Chapter 2
It was 2:30 in the afternoon when the text arrived and, to be honest, I
barely looked at it. It wasn't work-related and I was totally and utterly
swamped, so I mentally filed it away and threw myself back into an long
afternoon of deep client research.
So yeah - I'd nailed the interview. I turned up looking good and feeling
better, and the formal meeting quickly turned into a long boozy lunch
with Tim and his business partner. By that evening I was a Senior Account
Manager for one of the city's most exciting new communications agencies!
You'd have thought I'd be on top of the world, but to be honest I felt
hopelessly out of my depth. For some reason, though, Tim had total faith
in me and I really, really didn't want to let him down. So, after three
weeks, I was eating, sleeping and breathing client portfolios, pitch
decks and new business meetings.
I had thought about Rae a few times, of course, though I couldn't put my
finger on exactly why. Sure, she had given me an awesome haircut, which
had definitely boosted my confidence in the interview. And she was
undeniably attractive as well, in an edgy, achingly-cool way. But there
was something else as well - things Rae had said or done that had got
under my skin and were quietly gnawing at me...
The next evening I got back to the flat long after dark and plopped down
in front of the TV with a beer and pizza for a couple of hours of
mindless distraction. After a couple of slices I got out my phone and was
scrolling idly through my notifications when I spotted the text from the
previous day. It started: "You have been selected..." So I nearly deleted
it, but since I so rarely got any messages at all - even spam - I opened
it.
"You have been selected by Razor's Edge Salon to receive 90% off all
treatments for one year. (Ts&Cs apply) Call xxxx xxxxxx by 03/01 or miss
out!"
It was from Rae! I checked the date on my phone - that was today! Without
thinking, I pressed the number and listened as it rang. And rang.
She'd probably closed for the night. This was stupid - I'd only received
the text the day before. What sort of treatments did I need anyw...
"Hello, Razor's Edge Salon."
A surge of adrenaline ran through me at the sound of Rae's voice.
"Uh... hi. I got a message from you about a discount. It said to call by
today or miss out...
"Oh, yeah great."
There was a pause on the line.
"Can I take your name?"
My heart deflated in my chest. She didn't recognise my voice!
"It's, uh, Simon. Simon Finch."
"Oh, hi Simon! How was the interview?"
"Uh, good thanks! Great in fact - I got the job!"
"That's awesome! Looks like it's your lucky month then."
"I guess so. Thanks to you." That was a weird thing to say!
She laughed. "You're too sweet! Now, about this offer... It's pretty
generous as you can see, but because of that we have to stick pretty
close to the terms and conditions. Do you think that'll be OK?"
I answered without thinking, "I can't see why not."
"That's great! We really need to get this signed today or the computer
will cancel your offer and notify another winner first thing tomorrow.
How quickly do you reckon you can make it down here?"
I was totally thrown now. "Do I really need to sign something? It's just
a discount, right? I mean, I don't want to be ungrateful, but..."
"No, I get it it - it's late, and you're probably really busy..." Rae was
trying to sound cheerful, but I thought I could hear a little
disappointment in her voice. I looked down at the congealing pizza and
the warm beer and immediately felt guilty.
"It's just that it's a really big discount, and I need to be sure whoever
gets it will be like a brand ambassador for the salon. Not exactly rock
and roll, I know, but I've been jerked around by clients before who just
take the discount and then refuse to take part in any publicity. Plus..."
She suddenly sounded almost shy.
"...I'm really glad it's you who won. Believe it or not, but I don't
really have much in common with a lot of my clients, and it would be nice
to work with someone I actually like and can talk to..."
It was my turn to interrupt. "Of course - I'd be happy to help out! Give
me 10 minutes and I'll be there!"
"Are you serious? Oh, thanks Simon! See you in bit."
Before I'd given myself a second to think, I'd tossed the pizza aside,
grabbed my jacket and hurried out into the night.
--
Rae's salon was the only shop on the street still lit. I pushed open the
door and was greeted by that unique mix of chemical and floral smells. A
band I didn't know was playing on the sound system. Rae was sitting on
one of the chairs in the waiting area with an iPad in her lap. The blue
in her platinum hair was gone, and had been replaced with very fine neon
pink and black streaks.
She smiled and stood up as I came in, and I could see her eye makeup was
just as dark and sultry as the previous week, although she'd added some
dark pink eyeshadow to match her hair, and her eyeliner had little
upticks at the end. (Why had I noticed that? I never noticed women's
makeup!). She was wearing a loose, sheer black top, through which I could
faintly see that her shoulders weren't supporting any bra straps.
Rae gave me a brief hug, and I breathed in the scent of perfume and hair
products. For some reason it was that smell, rather than the knowledge
that she was braless, that aroused me more. As soon as we sat down,
though, she was all business.
"Thanks for coming, Simon - this means so much to me! I've got the
contract here - basically it guarantees you 90 percent off all the
treatments and services we offer here for the next year. That includes
any new services as well, so you'll get your pick of everything going on
in the salon. In return, you'll agree to do a bit of publicity - be in
some photos, some demos, write a few reviews for the site, etc etc. Does
that all sound OK?"
I nodded, trying hard not to stare out the shadow of her breasts beneath
her top. "Sure, absolutely..." I made a concerted effort to pull my
attention back to the topic in hand.
"I just... are you sure you don't want a girl? I mean, I'm totally happy
to help out in any way I can. And I'm not exactly earning the big bucks,
so I could really use a year's worth of super cheap haircuts! It's just
that - I'm not exactly a model, am I?" I glanced down at my belly, which
was gently curved under my t-shirt. I sucked in my cheeks and threw her
my best selfie pout to illustrate my point.
Rae laughed and touched my shoulder. "Oh - no worries at all. The whole
ethos of the salon is about expressing your true self - that's just as
true with men as it is with women. And as for your looks..." she looked
me up and down with a sculpted eyebrow raised in mock critique, "I think
you'll scrub up just fine." She winked one of those beautiful smoky eyes
at me.
"Now - how about you take a look through the contract while I finish
tidying up?"
She handed me the iPad and a stylus, and stood up. I was watching her out
of the corner of my eye, and at that moment the light caught on something
shiny and metallic under her top. With a rush I realised what it was - a
nipple piercing! She turned away, and I covered my rapidly hardening cock
with the tablet.
As far as I know I'd never met anyone with anything other than their ears
pierced, so the thought that Rae had something as intimate and daring as
a nipple piercing seemed extraordinary to me. And sexy in its daringness.
Of course, it completely fitted with her lifestyle, but still... What
must it have felt like to have someone do that to you? And what would it
feel like to touch it... to lick it... to have it licked...
I have to confess that I didn't really give the contract the attention it
deserved. OK - that's not true - I didn't read it at all. I just sat
there, breathing in the mingled smells of the salon and thinking about
Rae and her pierced nipple while she carefully straightened and cleaned
the salon.
"Everything OK?" Shit! At least 15 minutes had passed, and Rae was
standing over my shoulder.
"Er... yeah. All looks good! Where do I sign?"
"Cool - just scroll to the end and sign.. there." She pointed to a box,
and I scrawled my signature with the stylus. Rae took the tablet and
stowed it under the counter.
"Great! I'm so glad - I was worried you'd have loads of questions, but it
awesome you're so open to everything. I think it's a sign we're going to
get on really well!" I smiled at this and tried to look modest. For some
reason it was really important to me that Rae liked me.
Rae glanced at her watch and looked thoughtful for a second. "I was about
to head home before you arrived, but since you're here now... How about
we make a start now? Nothing that will take too long, I promise, but if
you don't have anywhere else to be..." She shrugged, and I caught another
glimpse of her nipple ring flashing through her top. I thought of the
soggy pizza waiting for me at home.
"Sure - what did you have in mind? Do you think I need another haircut?"
She walked round behind me and gently ran her fingers though my hair,
testing the length. My cock stiffened maddeningly at her touch.
"Hmmm. To be honest I think we want a bit more length before I next cut
it, and even then we'll just be tidying it. Let's leave it a week or so
and go with something else today."
Rae picked a sheet of paper from the counter and handed it to me. "Why
don't you pick something to get us started?"
It was a price sheet, filled with services all neatly categorised under
subheadings. There was a big "Hair Services" section, listing things I'd
heard of like blowdrys, highlights, perms and so on, and some I didn't
like "Brazilian Keratin" - whatever that was.
After that, though, I was seriously out of my depth. There was a "Skin
Treatment" section, "Bridal Makeup", "Semi-Permanent Makeup" (how could
makeup be semi-permanent?), "Nail Bar", a whole section just on "Brows
and Lashes" and on and on. A had no idea one salon could offer so many
services - the barber I used to go to offered just one!
My eyes glazed over before I reached the end - part of me was deeply
aroused by the idea of how sexy it would be to have this gorgeous woman
pampering me, but I didn't want her to think I was less of a man by
picking something too girly. I looked at Rae, shrugging helplessly. "I
really don't know where to start. I'm not sure I need any of these."
She nodded sympathetically. "It can seem a little overwhelming at first,
I guess. Would it help if I chose for you?"
Without waiting for a reply, Rae guided me over to a padded chair and sat
me down. She expertly reclined the chair, then disappeared. I craned my
head around to see where she'd got to, but she was nowhere in sight, so I
tried to settle back. I just didn't know what to think. Part of me was
cringing at the idea of receiving an unknown treatment -probably one more
suited to women than men - and wanted to just get up and leave.
But another part of me was excited and, I'll admit, really curious. And
it would be Rae who would be doing... whatever it would be. There was
something about her self confidence that was utterly reassuring - almost
hypnotic.
Rae came back wheeling a little cart, a big smile on her face.
"So... what are we doing?" I asked nervously.
Rae winked one of those dark eyes at me mischievously and pulled up a
stool.
"You just lie back, relax and let me do my work. Trust me: you're going
to love it!"
Honestly, I couldn't have been less relaxed right then, as she leaned
forward and picked up my right hand. As she did so, her beautiful,
bleached hair fell forward and brushed me shoulder. Again, I caught that
intoxicating scent of perfume and styling products. All the hairs on my
arm stood to attention, and my jeans grew a little tighter.
Rae inspected my fingers critically, turning my hand over and peering at
the nails. Her hands were very soft, her nails polished like blue-black
mirrors.
"You have lovely hands," she said, rubbing her fingertips over mine. "But
your nails are in a shocking state! I'm guessing you bite them when
you're nervous? And look at those cuticles!"
I nodded, unsure what to say. I'd never really cared that much about my
nails, and didn't think anyone else would either.
Rae stood up and took out her phone, which she used to photograph my
hands. Then she reached over to her cart and picked up a white nail file.
"Don't worry - we'll soon get them looking right," she said with smile.
So - I was going to get a manicure then! Why was that idea sexy? It had
never seemed like something I'd want or need before...
Holding my hand gently, Rae began deftly filing the jagged ends of my
fingernails, pausing every now and then to examine her progress. Once
she'd finished the nails on one hand, she moved round to the other.
After only a few minutes the rough edges has disappeared, and my nails
actually looked pretty good. She inspected the last finger, and put the
nail file down.
I'd never had a manicure before and I was both relieved and disappointed
it was over already. But as I started to stand up, Rae touched my arm.
"And where do you think you're going?" she asked innocently.
"I... they look great. I figured you were finished?" I stuttered.
She laughed. "Oh no sweetie - I'm just getting started!
Pushing me back down on the chair, Rae took a little wooden stick and
used it to apply a waxy white cream to my pinky nail. She did the same to
all five fingers on my right hand, her expression intense and fully
focused. I watched her work, intrigued by her fierce concentration but
utterly confused about what she was doing.
Next she picked up my hand with both of hers, and began to gently rub the
cream into my nails, two at a time, with soft circular motions. It felt
so good!
Once she'd massaged all five nails, she carefully placed my fingertips in
a small pot of floral-scented water and moved round to repeat the process
on my left hand.
Once my left hand was soaking as well, she returned to my right side and
removed my hand from the water, rubbing it gently with a soft towel to
dry it. She hadn't spoken a word for ten minutes, but I didn't feel the
need to try and start a conversation - I was intoxicated by the
sensations.
Rae took another wooden stick and gently began to push back my cuticles,
before pinching off the excess cuticle with a terrifying pair of
clippers. I winced -it wasn't exactly painful, but it wasn't comfortable
either. Fortunately, Rae didn't seem to notice my discomfort, and she
continued working at them until she was finally satisfied with how they
looked.
By the time she had finished on my second hand I had got used to the
sensation, and noticed that my nails looked far neater and even a little
longer than before. Rae set down her tools and picked up another tube of
cream, which she rubbed between her hands. Then she picked up my hand
once more and began slowly and gently massaging my wrist, hand and
fingers, sliding her soft, warm hands against mine over and over again.
Her nipple ring flashed again and again in the light. She smiled at me as
she worked, and I think she could tell how much I was enjoying the
sensation, as I was slightly flushed. I hoped she hadn't noticed the
outline of my cock straining against my jeans.
Eventually she placed my hand back on the armrest, and I assumed once
again that she was finished. But Rae was already reaching for a cotton
pad, and quickly cleaned the moisturiser from my nails. It wasn't over
yet!
It was when I saw her unscrewing the cap of a bottle of nail polish -
releasing that pungent chemical smell - that I started to panic a little.
A manicure was one thing, but I couldn't go around with girly nails. What
would everyone say at work?
"Ummm... you're not going to paint my nails too, are you?" I asked,
sitting up but trying to sound nonchalant.
Rae looked up in surprise. "Of course. Your nails are really soft and
they'll get damaged again in no time if we don't. But don't worry - I'm
not going to give you anything crazy. This is just a very light pink -
almost clear - polish that will match your natural colour. It's really
just there to toughen your nails up."
I must have still looked dubious.
"Honestly - I use this on all my male clients," she said. "You won't even
notice it's there!"
I sat back down, slightly mollified, and Rae took up her position on her
stool once more. Then she started slowly and carefully painting the
polish up the length of my nails, one after another, using long,
confident strokes. The finished nails glistened brightly in the studio
lights.
At last, Rae sat back and set the bottle of polish on the trolley. "All
done. What do you think?"
I held my fingers up and examined them, taking care not to scuff the
still-tacky polish. I had to admit, Rae had done a great job. The nails
were neater and better shaped than they had ever been, and the coat of
polish certainly made them look strong and healthy. And, I suddenly
realised as my cock twitched in my jeans once again, sexy. Like, crazy
sexy. They certainly weren't pink - Rae hadn't lied about that - but the
colour and sheen also weren't quite natural. What would they look like
wrapped around my cock?
"They look great!" I said, and the surprise must have registered in my
voice.
"Did you think they wouldn't?" Rae asked, putting on a faux pout. "I'm
hurt! Perhaps next time you'll trust me a little more. We've got a lot of
treatments to get through, and I didn't even have time to do the second
treatment I had planned for tonight."
"Oh yes? And what would that have been?" I asked, feeling a little thrill
at the thought of Rae carrying out more treatments on me.
"Well - that would be telling!"
She thought for a second.
"I think we should book you in for a half-day of treatments early next
week, what do you think?" She brushed her hand against my shoulder. "I
realise I was a little intense tonight - it would be great to have a bit
more time to get to know you better."
For some reason all logical thought and rational concerns evaporated.
'Sure! I'd like that! A lot."
"Great! Shall we say Monday afternoon? I'm sure you can wrangle the time
off work..."
I smiled and nodded, not knowing at all whether or not I could.
Rae took a few pictures of the finished nails - including a full body one
of me sitting in the salon chair - and I settled up the bill. True to her
word it was only a couple of pounds. As I turned to go, Rae gave me a hug
and kissed me full on the cheek. Her pierced breast pressed against me.
My cock was instantly hard.
"Look after those nails for me, OK? I don't want to have to re-do them
more than once a week."
I stumbled out onto the street, confused and utterly aroused. What on
earth had just happened to me?
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Thanks for reading Chapter 2. If you have any comments or suggestions for
Simon's continuing story, please leave a comment or email me at
[email protected]. xp
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