The trip to Chicago was uneventful, Lori slept most of the trip. She would open her eyes from time to time and see Donna reading through the furniture catalogs and smile at the satisfaction she felt. As strange as it may sound to someone, including herself, Lori had to admit she was content in her role and was looking forward to the coming days.
They changed planes and arrived in Charlotte in the afternoon. The weather was very warm and humid. Both women were not use to weather like this in late July and silently understood why California was so popular. Donna spoke to Lori as a friend and chatted about everything but what Lori and her were thinking of. She knew Lori was hers but wanted to prolong the anticipation.
They checked into the Morehead Inn, an upscale resort on the outskirts of the city. Their room was beautiful. It was called the Euclid suite and had two four poster beds, a large sitting area and a whirlpool bath. Before they could even settle in Donna grabbed Lori’s wrist and playfully dragged her to the lobby. They entered a stylists parlor on the premises and Donna asked the girls if they had time to style her girlfriend’s hair. Without an appointment and with it getting near closing the stylist said they would need to return in the morning.
Donna pulled the stylist aside and they chatted for a few minutes. The girl kept looking at Lori and smiling. She in turn spoke with her assistant and it was settled; they would stay late and do the job. Donna explained she offered them both twice their regular fee. Lori stood and watched as the two women closed up the shop and shut the blinds that looked out into the lobby of the resort. Lori knew something was happening and she felt that welcome tingling course through her body.
“Pet, come over here,” Donna spoke in the now familiar tone of authority. “I want you to meet Ann and her assistant Chloe. They have been kind enough to help with your frightful appearance.
Her words cut into Lori like a knife. She nodded to both women, a silent hello. Ann was probably in her late thirties. She was a tall attractive nicely dressed women, while Chloe was probably in her late teens or early twenties. She had short blackish blue hair and was wearing khaki pants with a tight T-shirt that showed off her tight stomach and small breasts. When she turned Lori noticed a tattoo peeking above her low cut pants on her lower back. She had a Gothic look to her.
“Pet you will refer to them as Miss Ann and Missy Chloe.”
“Yes, Miss Donna,” Lori turned her head when she heard Chloe giggle. Lori’s face reddened when she saw the young girl laughing at her.
“Chloe!” snapped Donna. “My Pet is here for a reason, not your amusement. You both are being paid extremely well and I expect things to be done my way. Do you understand?”
Chloe, looked like a girl caught talking in class and mumbled an apology.
“Pet, I have decided we need to do something about your hair. Ann feels, and I agree a shorter cut and some blond highlights will be much sexier. Now we don’t want your top to get wet so remove it now.”
Lori looked ar Donna and knew it was happening again. She was ready to obey. She pulled her sweater over her head and placed it on the table. She stood in front of the three women feeling her nipples harden under their gaze. Chloe reached for the apron stylists give their clients but stopped when Donna shook her head.
“She won’t need that, dear. Go ahead and wash her hair.”
Chloe pointed to a chair with a sink at the head of it. Lori sat and the girl set the chair back placing Lori’s neck and head into the sink. The women’s breasts flattened against her chest but the hard nipples pointed upwards. She turned on the water and was waiting for it to warm when Donna signaled for her to stop. Donna walked over to the table and picked up two metal clips that are used to hold hair back and approached Lori.
“I want,” as Donna grabbed Lori’s right nipple and tugged it hard. ”for you to ask Chloe here to clamp your slutty little titties.”
Lori gasped at the pain and the excitement of Donna’s touch. Why won’t she clamp me she thought.
“Missy Chloe, would you please clip my slutty titties,” she whispered, noticing the almost evil smile cross the young girls face. Chloe hated washing the hair of rich women and having to always smile and bend over backwards for them. She was going to enjoy this wash.
Chloe grabbed the two clips and backed away from the chair. “Get up,” she ordered.
