As always thanks to my Editor cheersmartie_526 for some great ideas and for rescuing me from my total lack of grammar skills.
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Ricked locked his car and looked down the street. He had hoped to find parking in front of the hobby store, but instead had parked almost two blocks away. He looked down the street and saw a familiar face.
"Hi Courtenay," Rick said, "How are you?"
"Honestly, I a little bummed out. I was supposed to have an appointment at the salon, but they are closed," she replied.
"What happened?" Rick asked.
"They were closed, some of the nail techs did not have the right kind of visa or something."
"I think you look fine without the salon," Rick said, wondering if she was fishing for a compliment.
"Who are you kidding? How did I ever think you were gay! My nails are mess, by spray tan is uneven and my legs look like an ewok's," Courtenay said with a look of disbelief on her face.
"Yea, there is clearly no way I could be qualified to be gay if I don't notice things like that."
"But if I remember, you can fix things like that. You used to do our nails at cheer practice. Can you help me out? I have a pool party at my Aunt's house this evening and I don't want to go looking like this. I can pay you."
"What is the take home for an undocumented beautician these days?" Rick asked with a grin.
"Shut the fuck up," she said with a laugh, "Are you going to help me or not? I seem to recall you offering to help me with a bikini wax."
"What kind of friend would I be if I did not help you in your time of need," Rick answered, not completely surprised she was taking him up on his offer.
"That's what I wanted to hear, let's go by the beauty shop on the way to my house," Courtenay said with a knowing grin.
Courtenay led Rick down the street and into a shop. She handed him a basket and began to take things off the shelf. She started with the nail care products.
"Can you do a mani and pedi?"
"Yes," Rick replied.
She tossed several times into the basket. Next she held up a razor. Rick rolled his eyes, then slowly nodded. She added the item to the basket. Next on the list was spray tan. Rick inspected what she was holding, and then looked at the items on the shelf.
"Can we stop by my house on the way to your place?" he asked.
"Sure."
"Then let's go with this," he said, selecting a bottle from the shelf.
"That's does not have an applicator in it," she said.
"I know, I have that covered."
The last item Courtenay picked up was the bikini wax kit. Rick grinned widely as she dropped into the basket without asking him if he would do it.
Moments later she had paid for the items and they were in her car. They made a brief stop at Rick's house and he emerged a short time later with a medium-sized cardboard box.
"What's in the box?" Courtenay asked.
"My airbrush. I used it for scale models, but it should work well for your spray tan. Unless there is still paint left in the lines. You don't mind if the first part of your tan is Army green, do you?"
She just stared at him.
Wow, tough crowd. There is no paint in the lines, I just cleaned it."
From Rick's it was short drive to her house. Courtenay led the way in calling out to anyone in the house. There was no reply.
"Well, I guess you have me all to yourself," Courtenay said with a smile. She walked into her room.
"This is where the magic is going to happen," Rick said.
"Will twenty dollars be enough?" she asked, rummaging through her purse.
"I'm not taking your money," Rick said.
"Well, I insist you be compensated somehow," she said, stepping right in front of Rick.
"Perhaps we would work something out in trade,"
"That's exactly what I was thinking," Courtenay said as she stroked the front or Rick's pants.
"What did you have in mind?"
"I will trade you a blowjob for a makeover."
"I think you are getting the better end of that bargain, the makeover is going to take much longer than the blowjob."
"How about I throw in a tit fuck," she said, putting her hands on her breasts.
"You drive a hard bargain."
"And you just drive something hard. Should we shake on it? "Courtenay said, slipping her hand inside Rick's pants and grabbing his erection.
"Works for me."
Courtenay pulled her hand out of his pants and stripped off her shirt. She was wearing a lacy white bra, which barely contained her large breasts. She unfastened the clasp and her breasts tumbled out. Rick smiled as he watched her pinch her swollen nipples. Her hands moved to his pants, pulling down the zipper. She pulled his cock and balls out through the opening, then sank to her knees. Courtenay scooped her tits up in her hands and wrapped them around Rick's throbbing erection.
"You still at 38 blowjobs?" Rick asked.
"I'm up to 41."
"Anybody I know?"
"No, mostly guys from the college."
"Do you swallow for them?"
"No, mostly they cum on my tits. I only swallow for my favorites."
"Like me?" Rick asked.
"Yes, like you."
The firm, warm flesh of her breasts felt good as it surrounded his cock. Rick watched as she pinched her own nipples and moved her tits up and down at the same time. Her breasts completely engulfed his cock. Rick could not resist slowly thrusting his hips back and forth. On each thrust the head of his dick would peek out of her cleavage
"Fuck you have nice tits," Rick moaned
"You say the sweetest things", she replied.
Courtenay released her tits and wrapped one of her hands around the shaft of Rick's cock. Slowly she began to stroke up and down. She leaned her head forward and a stream of saliva lubricated her hand. She used her other hand to press one of her breasts against her own lips. Rick moaned at the sight of her licking her own nipple.
