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The Rock Chick
Chapter 4
Rae draped a dressing gown over my shoulders; I thrilled as the soft
fabric brushed against my skin, my freshly exposed nipples. I felt like I
was floating as she led me back down the corridor and out into the
teaming, noisy salon floor.
Part of me knew that what had just happened - what was still happening -
was utterly extraordinary, probably quite weird, and definitely not
"professional". But another part of me was revelling in that weirdness.
Rae was so confident and assured in all she did - she seemed to have a
plan for everything, and a part of me loved the sense of security that
offered. Even though I barely knew her, I trusted her.
OK - my brain might also have been flooded with a cocktail of hormones,
which would explain why I didn't feel massively self-conscious as Rae
guided me between the ranks of clients and stylists to a vacant station
and settled me into a soft reclining chair. I was aware of the other
women casting curious looks out of the corners of their eyes, but my mind
was occupied by the image of Rae's dark eyes gazing into mine as she slid
my cock between her lips...
Rae returned a few minutes later with Jess in tow, pushing a cart once
again loaded with equipment. I could feel a silly smile play on my lips
as I watched her approach, but she just flicked an eyebrow at me and
turned to Jess.
"OK, so now Simon's body is nice and prepared, we're going to concentrate
on his face." She was speaking loudly, and I noticed a couple of the
other clients glance towards me.
"As you can see, Simon has quite delicate features for a man, and I feel
we could really help define and enhance them with a few treatments. What
would your instinct be, Jess?
Jess leaned over me and studied my face with a look of serious
consideration. A lock of light brown hair fell forward, brushing my cheek
and she tucked it carefully behind her ear.
"I'd definitely start with the eyebrows," she offered.
Rae nodded encouragingly. "What would you do?"
"Well, they're pretty thick and full... so I'd tidy any longer hairs with
scissors, and then use wax to give them some shape?" Jess didn't sound
exactly sure of herself, but Rae was nodding confidently.
"Definitely. They're far too heavy, so I think it's important to bring
them under control and accentuate their shape and arch. We'll start with
wax and then use some targeted plucking and a tint to really give them
that polished finish. OK - what else?"
I think the oxytocin had started to wear off by this stage, because it
suddenly occurred to me that they were discussing treatments for my face
without even asking my opinion or consent. Why was that? Surely I should
have a say?
Jess was staring clinically at my face again. "Eyelashes... they're quite
long, but very pale..."
Rae nodded again. "So...?"
"Tint and perm?"
Umm... what and what?
"Agreed. We'll see how they look, and maybe consider extensions next
time. What else?"
Extensions? How do you extend eyelashes?
Jess's face moved back and forth over mine, seeking out imperfections. I
felt my cheeks flush once more. "Well, there's lots more we could do,
but..." She hesitated. "I'm not sure here is the right place..."
Rae nodded briskly. "You're right. We should discuss it in private." She
touched Jess's arm. "You know, it's so great to have you here to bounce
ideas around. You're so switched on!"
She turned back to me and gently stroked my cheek. "OK there Simon? Ready
for this?"
What could I say? No? She'd already ripped all the hair out of my body -
what difference did it make if she took a little more off my face? But
still... I had to ask.
"Ummm... Do you think all of this is necessary? I mean, it feel like a
lot..."
Her question had obviously been meant rhetorical - Rae was already
busying herself with the cart. She laughed. "Have you seen your eyebrows
at the moment? You're a total yeti! Trust me, you're going to look
great!"
I had to admit that I had never really thought much about my eyebrows -
and looking at them now in the mirror, they did look kind of bushy and
unkempt. But... yeti? That was a bit harsh!
Oblivious to my internal wrangling, Rae picked up a small brush which
looked like a mascara wand and began brushing my eyebrows straight up. I
could feel a few of the straggly little hairs tickling my forehead. She
wasn't kidding about them being long! Satisfied, she picked up a tiny
pair of scissors and carefully snipped along the line of my eyebrow.
Hairs fell gently onto my cheeks.
As she worked, I was aware of Jess squeezing a tube into a bowl. She
stirred it with a tiny paintbrush and watched while Rae began spreading
Vaseline on my eyelids under first one eye, then the other. Then she told
me to close my eyes, and I felt her carefully apply it to my top eyelids
and around my eyebrows.
When my face was suitably coated, Rae had me open my eyes again, and Jess
carefully placed some paper patches on my lower eyelids, just below the
lashes. Then she told me to close them again; the last thing I saw was
Jess handing her the bowl of inky dye.
"I'm going to use a dark brown tint for your eyebrows," she explained as
she began to paint on the tint. It felt cold. "I thought about going
darker - you know, to really make them pop - but I don't think you're
quite ready for that yet."
"Oh... Thanks!" I said, a little sarcastically, thinking of my hairless
body. "Good that we're being subtle!"
Rae laughed, and I felt that familiar surge of pleasure that I always
seemed to get when she was happy.
"Ha - well, don't worry. There's always next time! Believe me, I can't
wait to see them super dark and defined and... you know, sexy." She
finished the left brow, and I felt her start the other side.
"With your eyelashes, though, I want to go a bit bolder now," she went
on. "Dark brown won't really make the kind of impact I'm looking for.
So..." She paused and stopped brushing, and I pictured her sitting back
to examine her work critically. She dabbed a little extra tint on the
right brow.
"So... I've decided to go for a blue-black tint. It actually looks much
deeper than a plain black, and the blue tones will really make your eyes
pop."
I felt a thrill of simultaneous excitement and fear run through me. I had
worn mascara a couple of times in my life - for a school play that I'd
tried to blot from my memory, and once at a college party where my then
girlfriend had put full makeup on me for a dare. But this was different.
I was already thinking of work the next day - no one would be able to see
I was hairless from the neck down, but they'd definitely comment if I
walked in looking like I'd just put on a load of mascara.
My worry must have shown on my face; I felt Rae's warm hand gently stroke
my forehead. A lock of her hair brushed my forehead as she lent down and
kissed me softly on the lips. "I'm so grateful that you're doing this!"
she whispered softly, her mouth just millimetres from my own. I felt my
cock swell at once just from her proximity. "Trust me - you can handle
this. And you are going to look soooo sexy!"
I didn't say anything, but nodded slowly, eyes still closed. Rae must
have seen my confidence return. I heard her replacing her brush on her
table and gather her next tools of torture. I lay there, tingling and
afraid and excited, every sense straining for the next experience.
It came soon enough - I felt Rae position something flat and rubbery on
my upper eyelid, sitting right above my lash-line. It felt weird. Was
this for the lash tint?
Once again reading my thoughts, Rae answered my unasked question, her
voice loud and matter-of fact enough to make me blush once more.
"I'm just about to start the lash perm now. Then we'll do the lash tint
last. Keep them closed please!"
I felt her get to work at once. Every time her fingers touched my face I
felt a little electric thrill.
"Basically, I'm going to curl your lashes back over this little template
and stick them in place to make sure we have the beautiful, open C shape
I want."
I felt her spreading something wet on my top eyelashes, then gently but
firmly brushing them upwards over the rubber template - first one eye,
then the other. Her breath fluttered on my cheek as she worked. It felt
so intimate and sensual.
"There we go! You look so cute like that - I'm going to have to take a
picture." Someone laughed, and I heard her camera click. I winced
internally at the thought of the permanent record she was creating.
"OK!" she continued cheerfully. "Next I'm going to spread the perm lotion
over your lashes. No going back now!"
She began liberally brushing another paste over my lashes. This one
smelled faintly of sulphur.
"This is basically the same stuff we use for perming head hair, only a
little less strong. It breaks down the molecular bonds in the hair which
give it its shape. Then we neutralise it, and it'll set in this new, much
nicer shape. Pretty amazing, huh?"
She paused and bent down so her lips touched my ear. "Soon your lashes
will forget all about how they're 'supposed' to be," she whispered, ever
so softly. "And then they'll look and act exactly how I want them to.
Neat and pretty and perfect. Isn't that... just so fucking sexy?"
Right then it was the single most sexy thing I had ever heard. I
swallowed hard and nodded. I knew my face was bright red with equal
measures of embarrassment and arousal, but I also knew then that nothing
was more important than making sure my eyelashes looked neat and pretty
and perfect for Rae.
"Done!" she said at last, adding a last dab of perm solution. My eyelids
felt like they'd been welded together, and the sulphur smell was getting
more and more noticeable.
"It smells really strong," I observed.
Rae gave an evil chuckle. "That's nothing - you wait till your whole head
is soaked with it! Speaking of which..." Her voice trailed off, and I
felt her fingers run gently through my hair over my left ear. She called
Jess over, and began lifting sections of my hair, running her fingers
through it first in one direction, then another. Neither woman said a
word, but I could feel that some sort of silent conversation was taking
place over my head.
My heart thumped uncontrollably in my chest. It was obvious what Rae was
thinking, but there was no way I was getting my hair permed. Not today,
not ever! Men with perms would only ever look as ridiculous as 1980s
footballers - I'd become a social pariah! I'd be laughed at on the
street!
But also... what would it feel like? To have all those little rollers
tightly wound in my hair one by one? To be surrounded by that smell... To
have Rae wind them in - perhaps with Jess helping... To listen to her
explaining how it would make me look... How pretty and perfect... My mind
raced through the possibilities, reality and fantasy vying for control.
Rae's laugh broke me from my stupor. "You're right." she said. "But
definitely a couple of good possibilities." She sounded a little
disappointed.
'Right about what?' I wanted to shout. What had I missed? What were the
possibilities? Why was she disappointed? I opened my mouth to ask, and
then shut it again.
It was clear there would be no perm today, which was a relief. Wasn't it?
Did I really want them to think I was keen for it to happen? Because
that's how it might come out. Better to stay quiet and hope it was never
mentioned again!
A timer rang, and Rae began carefully removing the tint from my eyebrows.
I'd almost forgotten about them! Why on earth was I worrying about
hypothetical perms in the future when Rae was busy dying and perming
every hair on my face already?
No sooner had she finished than another timer beeped. This time I
recognised Jess's subtle, sensible perfume as she bent over to inspect my
eyelashes.
"Hmmm. These look pretty good to me, Rae. Would you like me to do the
neutraliser?"
"Sure thing, babe."
I heard Rae's heels click away across the salon floor. Jess wiped my
eyelashes gently, spreading yet another paste over the top of the last.
This one smelled floral and slightly cloying, but it was better than the
sulphurous smell of the perm solution.
With Rae gone, I suddenly became very aware of how I must appear to the
other clients and staff around me: a 30-something guy lying back in a
dressing gown getting his eyebrows dyed and eyelashes curled. What were
they thinking of me? Oh god - what if someone recognised me? My cheeks
began to burn.
Unaware of my growing discomfort - or at least unwilling to comment on it
- Jess finished painting the neutraliser onto my lashes and stepped back.
My ears prickled, and I got the sense she was staring at me, but of
course I could have just been imagining it. Then she bent down until her
lips were almost as close to my ear as Rae's has been.
For a long moment she said nothing, and I felt a growing urge to open my
eyes and see what on earth she was doing. Then, in a harsh whisper she
said:
"You're making a big. Fucking. Mistake."
She straightened up at once.
"What?" I stuttered. "What do you mean? Does it look bad?"
There was a pause.
"Hello? Jess? What's wrong?"
"Just another 15 minutes," she said, her voice light and casual once
again. "Then we'll wash off the neutraliser and Rae will get to work on
the tint."
She moved away, leaving me with my mind in a whirl. What the fuck was
that about? What could she possibly have meant? Was she warning me that
Jess was making me look ridiculous? Because, honestly I was already
worried about that! But if that was the case, why did Jess sound so
angry?
For the next 15 minutes my mind whirled round and round, my anxiety
growing ever more acute. All around me the noises, smells and bustle of
the salon continued.
At last the timer rang, and Rae's heels clattered towards me.
"All right!" she crowed enthusiastically. "We're looking good! Just need
to clean you up and then we're onto the last stage!"
She set to work wiping my eyelashes. I attempted a weak smile, but said
nothing.
"Bet you're looking forward to getting home for a good rest?" Rae asked
gently, as if sensing my withdrawal. "All this pampering can be tiring,
huh?"
I smiled again, with a bit more enthusiasm - that seemed to set her mind
at ease, and she began her familiar patter as she gently peeled the
rubber pad off my eyelid, freeing my eyelashes one by one.
"OK - all cleaned up. Oh wow - that curl looks Amazing! No, wait - don't
try and open your eyes yet. We'll get the tint on them, and then we'll do
the big reveal all in one go!"
So saying, she replaced the paper protectors under each eye and began
mixing the tint.
"This tint is so beautiful - it'll really make your eyes pop, and it
lasts for a good six weeks or so too! Trust me, once you've seen how good
your eyes look, you'll never want to go back."
Finally ready, she began painting the dye gently and methodically over my
eyelashes, working the brush from my eyelids down toward my cheek bones.
Once again she was very gentle, taking time to make sure every lash was
coated in the inky tint. I could feel the newly-curled lashes trying to
spring upward, only to be pasted firmly down again. It was undeniably
erotic, and I felt that familiar stir of excitement once again begin to
overpower my anxiety. Then her camera flashed, and the anxiety began to
rally.
The 15 minute setting time passed in a confusing haze, and before I knew
it Rae had wiped the excess tint from my lashes and removed the stained
patches from under my eyes. She still wouldn't let me open them though,
until my face had been cleaned up to her satisfaction.
Finally, she span my chair round to face the mirror and brought me up to
a sitting position.
"OK Simon - time for the big reveal."
I opened my eyes... and saw myself. At least, it was almost my old self,
sat there in a soft dressing gown before the huge salon mirror. But...
my face looked subtly different. My eyes seemed bigger and more defined,
surrounded as they were by long, dark lashes that gently curled upwards
until they almost touched my eyebrows. The shorter bottom lashes, which
had previously been so pale as to be almost invisible, were now little
spikes of jet against my pale skin. At the same time, the blue of my
irises looked brighter under the studio lights - I guessed that was the
blue in the tint working for me somehow.
But the biggest difference lay in my eyebrows. Gone were the thick,
mousy-coloured bushes that had previously squatted over each eye. Now
they were sleek and dark and defined, though I saw with relief that Rae
hadn't given them the ultra-feminine shape I'd imagined.
I leant forward to get a better look. Sure, they were a little narrower,
particularly where they tapered down to the corner of my eyes. And the
dark brown tint definitely gave them a stronger look than they'd had
before. But all-in-all they weren't radically different. I was surprised
to find that I was just a little bit disappointed that they weren't more
extreme.
Rae had been standing behind me, watching over my shoulder as I closely
examined her handiwork. Now she leaned down and rested her chin on my
shoulder.
"So... what do think? Were you right to trust me?"
"I guess I was," I said honestly. "Everything looks... pretty good."
It really did! I mean, sure, if you looked closely my face was obviously
better groomed... A little more feminine, even. But it wasn't
ridiculously obvious either. In fact, I kind of liked the way it looked -
it was a new, better version of myself. I ran my fingers over my
eyebrows, and felt the slightly sticky residue of wax on my skin. My cock
twitched under my dressing gown.
Rae smiled and squeezed my shoulders. "Just like I said - pretty perfect
and so so sexy! You know, I was a little worried when you arrived - you
had a look in your eyes like a rabbit caught in headlights. But now...
I'm starting to get a good feeling about you, Simon."
She stood up and began collecting the various brushes and pots of tint,
and piling them back on the trolley.
"What are you doing on Friday after work?"
I was still examining my eyelashes, closing one eye to examine the gentle
flick the perm had added, and was so absorbed in them I almost didn't
hear her.
"Uh... nothing, I don't think."
Great - really smooth. Why not just tell her you're a friendless social
outcast?
"Glad to hear it!" She left that hanging in the air.
"Let me guess - you have more treatments lined up for me?" Did I sound
just a little too eager?
Rae laughed - god, I was getting to really like the sound of that laugh.
"Actually, no. I was thinking something a little more along the lines
of... a date."
That got my attention!
"Seriously? I mean, yeah, OK. Of course. Where? What time?"
She smiled a secretive little smile. "I guess I'll let you know nearer
the time. Come on now, pretty boy - you need to stop preening and get
your clothes back on."
I blushed at that and turned away so Rae wouldn't see. She called Jess
over.
"Hey sweets - could you grab Simon's clothes and take him to the changing
room? Thanks so much!"
Jess gave a bland nod and motioned me toward the back rooms. Reluctantly
I left the mirror and followed her across the salon floor, once more
becoming aware of the gaggle of clients and stylists all around. Most
were minding their own business, but I noticed a couple of smirks and
meaningful looks exchanged as I went by. As always, I couldn't hide my
blushes, and quickened my pace to catch up with Jess.
Jess led me to a small changing room and went off to fetch my clothes.
When she brought them back I saw they had been neatly folded and pressed
- a far cry from the crumpled heap I had left on a chair hours earlier.
She handed them to me, then turned of her heels and walked away without a
word.
Five minutes later I was dressed and ready to leave. Jess took my token
payment at the desk, all the time avoiding eye contact and barely saying
a word.
Payment complete, I looked around the salon, hoping to catch Rae one last
time before I left, but she was nowhere to be seen.
"She's prepping another client," Jess said stiffly, seeing my
disappointment. "I'll say goodbye for you."
Trying not to feel deflated, I pushed open the door and was met by
traffic noise and the brisk tang of early-evening breeze on my cheeks. It
felt like weeks since I'd arrived for the appointment, and the clear,
cool air felt good as it gently explored my hairless body through my
light clothes.
Jess asked me out on a date! The thought sent a thrill through me as I
set off home. Sure, I had no idea where we were going, or when exactly.
But... I would finally get to talk to her outside the salon, get to know
her... and perhaps return the favour she had so generously given me in
the waxing room! I felt invincible, and even though I noticed a few
people's eyes linger a little more than usual on my face as they passed,
right then I couldn't find it within myself to care.
A sudden gust of wind blew along the busy high street, and I
instinctively hunched my shoulders and rammed my hands into my pockets.
Something crumpled under the fingers of my right hand, and I pulled out a
small piece of paper, neatly folded several times. Sheltering behind a
post box, I unfolded it and held it up. This is what it said:
YOUR LIFE IS IN DANGER. NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS.
STAY AWAY FROM RAE!
Hi everyone - thanks for reading! I'm so sorry for the long delay since
Chapter 3. It's been a very difficult time, but things are back on track
now and I will get you more of Simon and Rae's adventures on a much more
regular basis.
Stay pretty! xp
Blaze
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