A Woman In Uniform Pt 03

A Woman in Uniform

An Erotic Novel in Three Parts

By Magda McKune

Part Three

CHAPTER 9

It was a couple days later when I decided to go to the popular hairdresser's salon in town. It was highly recommended by the waitress at the diner down the street from the Sheriff's office. The place was called Kurl Up & Dye, with the blades of a pair of scissors forming the letter "K". Normally I would cut my hair myself in the bathroom mirror using a pair of trimming scissors, but for once I wanted to get a little more involved in the activities of town. Plus, I could make contacts with people who knew the real scoop on the town's gossip and maybe even make a few new friends along the way.

It was early afternoon when I pulled up to the building in my squad car and noticed there were no other patrons in the salon. The hairdresser in a white smock was arranging shampoos and rinses in the window display. I got out of the car and went in to make an appointment. I stepped through the door and the woman turned to the ding dong of the door chime. "Hello there!" she smiled warmly. "May I help you?"

"Hello, I'm Mary Jane Putnam," I said, offering my hand to the woman. "I'd like to set an appointment for a styling."

The hairdresser smiled and accepted my handshake. She wasn't very tall -- in fact, only an inch or two shorter than myself. But everything else about her was big. Big chest, big lips, big hair. Kind of reminded me of Dolly Parton, but without the high, squeaky voice, thank God. "Pam Weldon," she said. "This is my place. And as you can see, I'm quite free right now. That is, if you're not on the clock."

I smiled. "As a matter of fact, I was about to take a late lunch, but it can wait." I pulled the CB off my belt and paged Joe at the office. I told him I would be taking lunch and would be at the salon on the corner if anything came up.

"First a date and now a new hairstyle," he grunted kiddingly. "I may have a genuine lady deputy on my hands yet."

"Be careful what you wish for," I laughed, signing off. "Okay," I nodded, laying the CB onto the front counter. "I'm all yours. Do to me what you will."

The lady hairdresser raised her eyebrows and gave a wry smile. "Now there's an offer I don't get every day!" She raised a fingernail to her lips and studied her newest patron for a moment. "First we'll start with a shampoo," she mused. "Then I'll have a better idea of what I have to work with." Pam gestured to a chair in the back of the salon by a wash basin on the wall. The chair was not the typical vinyl type, but more like a raised recliner of crushed velour. It was very comfortable to sit in, and I found myself relaxing under Miss Weldon's skillful fingers.

As Pam tenderly washed my hair, she made pleasant conversation by asking questions about me. Not in a probing manner, but in the casual, off-handed way that barbers and stylists are famous for. I talked about my mother passing away and about living here with my father. Quiet Springs certainly was different from the hustle and bustle of the big city of Raleigh. Eventually I was able to shift the conversation to how the town had changed since I had been gone. Pam told me all about the comings and goings, who was married, divorced, and who moved away.

"You sure know a lot about everyone in town," I remarked candidly.

The woman shrugged a shoulder. "People talk -- I listen."

"Know anything about that auto mechanic down at Henderson's Garage, Peter Groom?"

"Pete the Meat?" she snickered. "Hottest hot rod in town."

I was slightly taken aback. My mystery lover, a cunt-happy womanizer? "The man has a reputation, does he?"

"Honey," Pam sighed ruefully, "that young stud has porked just about every skirt within a fifty-mile radius."

"Including you?"

"Once," she admitted with a shrug of her shoulder.

"Any good?"

Pam leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Nicest piece of cock this girl has had in a long long time."

"Then why only once?" I probed.

Pam placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned close to my ear again. "Because," she whispered conspiratorially, "some women like to have other things between their legs besides a man." She slid her hands down my arms and gave them a squeeze just above the elbows. "If you know what I mean." Pam's lips lightly brushed against my earlobe.

"Hmmm," I murmured knowingly. "I get the picture." Son of a bitch, I thought. The fucking dyke hair stylist just came on to me. This damn town is too fucking much.

Pam released my arms and drew a line below my right breast with the tip of the styling brush. "What about you?" she mused, snipping and styling my new coif. "Which way do you swing?"

"Only with guys."

"Pity." She clipped and combed some more. "Such a waste."

"I wouldn't exactly say a waste," I chuckled to the mirror.

"Oh, are you getting some?" she leered. "A little Pete the Meat perhaps?"

"I'm not one to kiss and tell."

"But he is. I'm not surprised word hasn't gotten around town that you two are an item."

"We are not an item, and besides, Peter is not like that."

"If you say so." She clipped around my left ear. "I'm not much for pillow talk myself." She combed the back of my hair and snipped some more. "What happens in my bed, stays in my bed."

"Any good?" I asked.

"Who, me?"

"Yes."

"I haven't heard of any complaints." Pam's eyes flashed in the mirror. "Why, are you interested?"

"Just curious, that's all."

"Well, I've never left a partner wanting, if I must say so myself."

"Neither have I," I laughed at our reflection in the wall mirror.

"Now you piqued my interest, young lady."

I smiled to the mirror. "Something to dream about on those long winter nights."

Pam smirked and wrinkled her nose at me. "You're such a tease." She set her scissors and comb aside and removed the plastic drape from my neck. "All finished!"

I turned my head from side to side checking my new do in the mirror. The style was reminiscent of a perky Meg Ryan style, but with more lifts and tapering to give it a more modern look. It fit me perfectly. "Looks great," I nodded approvingly.

Pam stood behind me and fluffed the edges at the neckline. "I like it. Cute and just a little bit sassy."

"Just like me," I smiled.

"You were very trusting and cooperative," she grinned. Pam placed her hands on my shoulders and smiled at our reflections in the mirror. "I hope I get to work on you again real soon."

I couldn't tell if she was still coming on to me or not, so I thought I'd play her up a bit. I tilted my head and rubbed her fingers with my chin. "You have very talented hands," I said into the mirror. I saw her smile grow into a leer, as she cupped my chin with her hand, her other hand sliding gently to my cleavage. I closed my eyes as her hand tenderly caressed my chin and neck, her other rubbing my shoulder and chest.

"You're a very pretty girl," Pam breathed behind me.

She moved both hands to my neck and gently massaged my shoulders. "Oh, yes," I murmured softly. "That feels great."

I lolled my head to the side and she lowered her lips to my neck, kissing my ear and exposed nape. "I like you, Mary Jane," Pam murmured. "I like you a lot."

"Mmmm," I purred, reveling in the kneading of my neck muscles. "I like you too," I sighed.

I felt a tingling in my loins, both from the gentle caress of the woman's touch, and from the lewd thought of pursuing it further. Son of a bitch, I thought. I hated getting sexually aroused in the middle of the day. I'll probably have to pull over to some secluded spot and masturbate myself in the squad car. Hell, I might even do myself right along the main roadway. People would think I was watching for speeders.

I didn't find Miss Weldon particularly stimulating in a sexual way, but the feeling of another person's fingers gently caressing over my body, another person's mouth and tongue licking my neck always had a way of exciting me -- no matter who it was. When I cracked opened my eyes, I thought I saw my face redden in the mirror's reflection. I hoped that my hairstylist hadn't noticed the change. She was starting to get me hot and I feared I might just succumb to her arduous advances after all.

The woman was wearing a sheer cream silk blouse and you could see the outline of her white brassiere through the fabric. A black flower print skirt hung half the way from her narrow hips to her knees. No panty hose. It was too much hot for that.

As Pam continued kissing my neck, I dropped my right hand from the armrest and caressed her bare thigh just to see what kind of reaction I would get. I wasn't one for girl-girl sex as such, but I had to admit the concept did intrigue me. "Mmmm," she moaned as she licked my nape. Her hands slid down my arm to my wrist, lifting it up under the skirt to her ass. It didn't feel like she was wearing any underwear either and her butt was tight and firm. Pam actually had a very nice tush and I had to admit I liked the feel of it in my fingers. Shit! I was starting to get really horny! Pam sighed and leaned her head forward to rest her cheek against my face. Her left hand moved downward and grasped my left breast, kneading the nipple through the khaki uniform. As much as I tried to resist it, the lesbian hairdresser's gentle administrations were definitely turning me on. And as much as I hated to admit it, I began to entertain naughty thoughts of what it would be like to fuck another woman.

I never quite understood the appeal of lesbian sex. Not that I thought it was disgusting or anything. In fact, I once saw a girl-girl love scene in a porno movie Eddie brought home one night and thought it was kind of kinky watching a couple of women get it on. It just never occurred to me to actually try it myself. Pam would undoubtedly be a willing and able partner. If ever I wanted to experience a female fuck session, this horny gal would surely be the one to call.

Her hand was still on my arm as I kneaded her butt-cheek under her skirt. She gently but firmly pulled my hand around the front of her thigh and between her legs. It was a little awkward for me to reach around the chair behind me, so Pam took a half step to my side, allowing me better access to her pubic area. I rubbed my hand between her legs and felt the fabric of a thong bikini brief. The girl was wearing underwear after all. I could never wear a thong brief like that. It would feel like I had a wedgie up the crack of my ass all day. I snaked a finger under the elastic and into her snatch, feeling how wet she had become. Pam parted her legs a bit more, giving me freer access to her pussy lips. She shuddered as my finger found the nub of her clitoris. Pam moaned and brought both hands around to my chest. Her fingers fumbled to unfasten the top three buttons of my uniform, then dipped her hands inside to reach under the lacy bra and fondle my tits. I had worn enough sports bras for a while and wanted to feel more like a woman by wearing a sexy lacy two-cup model for a change.

I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. Seeing me in the chair reaching under her skirt, Pam nuzzling my neck and her hands reaching into my blouse was really getting me horny. I couldn't help myself. I lowered my left hand and fed it under the waistband of my pants, my fingers finding my own clit. I was getting hot as hell and needed to get off. Pam's hand followed my left arm down to where it disappeared into my slacks and realized what I was doing. She looked into the mirror and we watched ourselves groping and probing each other. I was fingering both her and myself and it was making us both even hotter. Pam pulled her hand out of my blouse and lifted her skirt so we could both see her pussy getting finger-fucked. I moved the thong panty aside and plunged in a second finger into her wet twat while I rubbed her nub with my thumb. Pam unzipped my fly with her free hand and dipped her fingers inside to give me assistance. Her hand slipped under my cotton briefs and moved underneath my probing digits. She and I were now both driving our fingers into my dripping hot pussy. I drew my hand back and spread my pussy lips wider for her. The girl ground her hips against my right hand and leaned her face forward to place her mouth onto mine. Pam expelled her breath into my mouth as her lips parted and her tongue snaked in and around my mouth. Her snatch was now as dripping wet as mine and I could tell she was getting close to climax. I pumped her twat faster and harder, taking an almost sadistic pleasure in trying to cause her to have an orgasmic release.

Pam pulled her lips from mine and tilted her head back, her jaw slack and eyes closed. Her breath came in little uh uh sounds. She increased the tempo of her own fingers in my snatch, the stimulation becoming almost too much for me to bear. I moved my left hand on top of hers and forced her to fuck me harder. I squeezed my eyes shut and thrust my hips up out of the chair to meet her ramming fingers. I was close to orgasm myself and fought back the desire to scream out loud.

Suddenly, her body jerked forward and her hips spasmed onto my moving hand. I felt her hot juices flowing onto my hand as she grunted and climaxed into my palm. Her hand in my pants never stopped its furious rhythm and I squeezed my vaginal muscles around her fingers, taking me to the very edge of orgasm. Pam leaned over me and I tilted my head up to kiss her neck. "Don't stop," I moaned. Her body seemed to sag onto mine, and I was almost afraid she would stop her finger-fucking just when I was so close. I pulled my fingers from her snatch and moved my hand under her legs. I felt for her ass hole and slipped a lubricated finger into the puckered opening. Pam gasped and shivered, her hand gripping my twat and lifting my hips up from the seat like a crane. Fireworks exploded in my head as my pussy gushed in orgasmic climax. I crushed my crotch against her hand and she slammed me up and down onto the chair by my pubes like a rag doll. I sank my finger deeper into her ass hole as I felt my already sopping pussy burst with yet another satisfying climax.

We collapsed and remained motionless for a moment except for our heaving chests. "My God," I sighed in shock. "That was unbelievable." We looked at each other in the mirror. The woman stepped on a pedal at the base of the chair and the back reclined until I was almost lying horizontally. She stepped on another switch and the seat began to rise until it was level with her waist. Pam moved around to my front and leaned over to unfasten my pants. I offered no resistance, raising my rear for her to slip my slacks and undies under my butt and down my legs. She spread my knees wide with her hands on my thighs, my breath expelling in a deep sigh as I felt her warm breath on my exposed pubic area.

Normally, I'm not one to engage in lesbian activity, but this horny hairdresser already had my juices flowing and I surmised she was a pretty good cunt licker from that talk about all her prior experience. And as far as my tingling pussy was concerned, a tongue was a tongue, regardless of whether it belonged to a man or a woman. I surrendered myself to her advances, the fingers of my one hand raking through her blonde tresses as my other hand spread my pussy lips wider for her probing tongue. God, I was so fucking horny I couldn't care less if some blue-haired crone walked in on us right now and caught her lady hairdresser with her face buried in the new deputy sheriff's damp snatch.

"Oh fuck, yeah," I moaned, grinding my hips against her mouth. "God you're so good."

"You like that?" she grinned up from my cunt.

"Oooh yeah."

Pam sucked and slurped me toward another climax. "You taste so sweet and delicious."

"Don't stop," I panted, my hips bucking my moist pussy against her mouth. "Don't stop."

"Are you going to cum?" he breathed into my hot twat.

"Oh yeah," I whimpered. "You're gonna make me cum." Pam licked and lapped until I couldn't take any more. I suddenly jerked my body up from the chair, my cunt bursting with sweet nectar onto her probing tongue. "Oh fuck!" I gasped, tightly gripping the arms of the barber chair. The lesbian hairdresser had gotten me off two times that day right there in the styling salon. For a moment I wondered if she charged extra for her personal attentive service. I collapsed spent in the styling chair. "Holy fuck, you're good!"

"Like I said," Pam leered straightening and raking her fingernails over my pubic patch. "I never heard any complaints so far."

My CB on the front counter squawked, snapping us both back to the present. I awkwardly cleared my throat and pulled up my pants. "So, how much do I owe you?"

"Twelve-fifty," Pam smiled, swiveling the chair back around.

I stood and went to pick up my CB from the front counter. "Oh crap! I left my purse in my desk at the office," I explained. "If you can wait, I'll go get my checkbook and be right back."

Pam flapped a wrist at me. "Pay me when you can, honey. I know you're good for it."

"You sure?"

"Of course." She smiled and offered me a warm hug. "And by the way; what happens in my store stays in my store."

I grinned at her. "Just like in your bed?"

The hairdresser gave me a seductive smile. "Interested?"

"Just curious," I laughed.

"We'll see," she grinned knowingly, patting my butt. "Once you try a little kitty-licking action with Pam Weldon, you'll end up wanting more."

"Don't temp me."

Pam leered at me and caressed her hand over my breast. "That's exactly what I'm trying to do."

That evening, I made a stop at Steve Andrews' place. He opened the screen door with one hand on the latch, a bottle of beer in the other. He was off duty that night. "Putnam," he said, one corner of his mouth curling into a smile. "What's up?"

"Joe needs the key to the evidence locker," I answered. "He sent me to come get it."

Steve jerked his head toward the inside of the house. "C'mon in."

I found two men sitting at a small round table shuffling cards. "Did I interrupt anything?" I frowned.

"Just penny-ante poker," Steve explained. "Mostly it's an excuse for the boys and me to shoot the shit and drink beer."

"I remember you guys," I smiled. "Jack and Jim from the fire station."

"Evening deputy," Jack nodded, taking a sip from his beer.

"Bikini carwash!" Jim grinned.

Steve frowned as he dug the spare key out of a drawer in the hall table. "What?"

"Never mind," I scowled playfully, punching the fireman's shoulder.

"Wishful thinking," Jim mused thoughtfully.

"In your dreams, fire boy." I glanced at my wristwatch. "Say, I get off in about twenty minutes. Mind if you have a girl sit in with you guys?"

The two men at the table looked at each other and shrugged. "Sure... why not?"

I turned to Steve. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "I'd love to have you."

"Great," I grinned, accepting the keys from our host and turning for the door. "Be back in a few!"

I took the locker key to Joe. "You sure you don't mind watching the fort for a little while?" I asked, eager to spend some quality time with my new friends.

"Naw. I was going to do some night fishing but my boat got a leak back by the motor mount. I think I'll just hang around here and watch the ball game on television."

"Great! Call me if you need me!"

Steve let me in the front door. "Is it too late to join the game?" I asked somewhat anxiously. I had never been invited to a poker game with the boys before.

"Not if you have cash," Jim answered.

"And even better if you're a lousy poker player," Jack laughed.

"Be gentle with me boys," I grinned, taking a seat at the table. "Remember I'm just a poor working girl."

Jim smiled. "The last time I spent some time with a poor working girl, she was anything but gentle with me."

"I heard you like it rough," Jack laughed.