Sunlight filtered through Jason Somner's room awaking him. It was 9:00 am on his digital clock and realized he had a good, restful sleep. He swung out of the bed and padded into his black, mirrored high tech bathroom. This was the first day he won't do any work. He stepped under the cold shower and felt good. His several weeks of toil must earn him a week or so of leisure.
Jason was an ex-gigolo. A sex machine on the scene as they say. He'd been around, done this and that. Sex gave material acquisitions but real happiness eluded him. In the end he had no one. He felt empty.
A celibate? He smiled. He couldn't believe that his sexual motor had been idled for more than a year. He'd concentrated on his career as a motorcycle illustrator and sought all manly pursuits, except pussies.
He looked himself in the mirror and smiled. His body had transformed from Mick Jagger thin to Brad Pitt's Adonis physique. He was a new man. No more dope, clean as a whistle. Only his hair had gotten way too long. Chopping off his trademark lock for a fashionably stylish cut would seem cool. It's summer, and a shorter do would be a welcome change. So he thought.
He's 32. "For crissakes settle down and have babies, before I die," his widowed mother would say. Well, he's been immersed in his career that marriage for him was remote as Tibet.
After this reflective bit, Jason threw on shirt and jeans and after breakfast headed off to Craig's--the hair salon in Adolphus Cierra Mall.
Rita, the black receptionist girl at Craig's recognized Jason instantly and greeted him endearingly.
"Mr. Jason Somner, Hi! Long time no see. How'd you been? "
"Fine. You still look lovely Rita," he replied.
"Oh thanks Mr. Somner, and you look sexier," she said appraising his body. "What'll it be for today?"
"Just a haircut," he said.
"Tired of the long hair, huh?"
He simply nodded.
" Karen is no longer here. Bridget can do it for you."
"Then Bridget it is," he said shrugging his shoulder. Karen used to cut his hair, give him massage and cock suck him wonderfully.
Jason flopped on the black couch and flipped through a Men's Health Magazine.
Someone's presence seated across him snagged his attention. Good Lord! A spectacular-looking chick had crossed her legs and dropped a magazine from her lap. He caught her sparkling blue eyes and the sweetest smile he'd ever seen when she bent and picked up the magazine.
Their gaze was broken only when the shampoo girl appeared and called her. Jason didn't catch her name and when she stood, his discriminating eyes rated her immediately at ten. She must be at least 5'6", creamy white complexion with a rosy glow and a marvelous figure hugged by a pale blue cardigan over off-white pajama pants and suede boots. Her brown sable hair was swept to a pony that looked undone at the back but looked fabulous. Was it her eyes, nose, mouth that grabbed him? Anyway she was astonishingly pretty and he liked her instantly. She glanced back to him and he breathed like a stallion.
An ex-gigolo that he was, he knew when a girl needed to get laid. God forbid! He was getting tempted and his predator instinct was getting revitalized. For the first time his enforced celibacy was put to a test.
Like a priest who entered a strip joint, he felt guilty and wanted to get out as fast as he could. Just when he was about to cancel his haircut Rico the shampoo person called him. Reluctantly, he let Rico led him in. Over Rico's shoulders, he viewed her backside swaying a sexy strut.
Lying on the shampoo couch next to hers, Jason noticed there wasn't a marriage ring in her finger.
Jason told Rico he was going to leave after the shampoo, as suddenly he no longer wanted a hair cut.
"Why? What's the matter Mr. Somner? You seem to be quite uneasy. Tell you what, after this I'll give you a good massage on the head and back and then you decide what to do with your hair, ok?"
Jason couldn't do anything but surrender to Rico's expert hands.
The girl heard their conversation but remained silent the whole time they were being shampooed.
Jason sat where he could see her face on his mirror and she could see him too. Often their eyes would connect and the only way to disconnect was by pretending to read magazines.
Bridget the hairdresser introduced herself to Jason. She's partly black and looked like one of those girl bands. Jason pointed to her the Tom Cruise's cut in the movie ‘Vanilla Sky' which he came across from a page of Movieline magazine.
The hair trim for Jason was quick and after the blow dry he didn't waste a second to leave. He set off immediately to the exit. But as he was about to exit the main room, he paused for a few seconds.
"Turn back, you handsome brute!" The thought yelled in the girl's head. But he didn't.
"Oh, dummy!"
"You know, that guy was cute, did you notice?" The girl talked to her hairdresser.
"Yeah I did. Absolutely! Did you just say something like dummy?" Melissa, the hairdresser was surprised she'd spoken to her about a guy. She knew that this girl was reputed to be so reserved and never really opened her mouth if it wasn't necessary.
"Yeah, guys I like don't come to me. Only guys I don't like. When am I gonna have the man I like come to me? Do I terrifying them?"
"Not at all. Just give them a chance."
"I don't know how to flirt with guys. I guess I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what? In fact you're one of the most beautiful girls I've come across here. If I have the face and figure like yours I'll take the President and Monica Lewinsky wouldn't have had her chance."
"Wow! You got a nerve of a three-day aching tooth. Naw, I just have difficult time with guys -- socially."
"Like you're unattached at present?"
"Like a vicious cycle, yes,"
"Oh poor girl, you'll get your man one way or the other and if you'll believe my hunch, you're going to have him."
"Him? He already left and not a word to me."
