It was meant to be a simple enough Friday event. Since I had the day off work, I would drop into my regular hairdresser, Little All Off, get Lorna to cut my hair and then catch up with the boys at The Wild Duck. So I clang in through the door, setting off the chimes and it's not Lorna I see who emerges smiling from behind the partition that stops the street seeing you getting your hair cut. Instead a tall, long legged woman stood in front of me. I know she had long legs because I could see almost all of them, bare below the hem of her white micro miniskirt.
"I'm Dina," she announced. "Lorna's got the week off." She smiled beatifically down at me but with a tone that suggested she had spent the entire week convincing Lorna's regulars that she could be trusted. I started to admire the way her large breasts curved out under her uniform top from her thin frame and how that pleated miniskirt barely covered the swell of her butt as she turned to lead me behind the partition to the salon's chairs. Not that she seemed to care that she was showing a lot of skin and hinting at a lot more. Although I could only imagine that she was completely aware of the effect she had on me. That smile she gave me over her shoulder as she led me into the privacy of the salon seemed to confirm that.
But she needed to make sure. "I've been cutting hair for ten years," she advised, "so you're safe with me."
"Sure I am," I mumbled trying to keep my eyes in my head. "I'm Michael," I added, somewhat unnecessarily. I could dream, but I would be in and out in less than half an hour and then we'd both be quickly fading memories in each other's pockets. Having ogled her legs on our journey to the back of the shop, I returned to normality as I stood there facing her with her large bust, which was well covered by that thick starchy top buttoned to her neck, her impressive bust nonetheless was dominating my view of her. She was tall. "Sorry, your name again?" I asked having forgotten it in the confusion of bare legs, tight bottom, thin hips. And that bust.
"Dina," she reminded me with a smoky lilt. "I thought you were going to run away." Totally ironic. We both knew I was not going to do that. She smiled and I noticed her penetrating blue eyes for the first time.
"I'm loyal to Lorna," I complained as she gestured at which seat I should take.
"I'm not going to steal you away," she replied in a tone that suggested that was quite possibly what she might do.
"Where would you steal me away too?" I asked as I sat in the proffered chair.
"Now where could I take you?" she smiled, as she ran an exploratory hand through my hair, running the pads of my fingers along one side of my scalp. I tingled. "Obviously this week I am here. But usually I have a couple of regular shifts..." she started. She tried to look at me apologetically in the mirror as she ran her fingers through my hair on the other side of my head. Again I tingled. "I could tell you where I usually work. But of course it would be unfair for your loyalty for me to tell you. And it's a small world. Lorna would find out if I stole you away from her."
She lifted my hair away from my ears. "And she does such a good job," Dina added. "You should stay with her." She ran her fingers gently through my hair as she smiled at me in the mirror. "I will try not to make a mess of it!" she promised.
She reached for her scissors, snapping them open a shut a few times. "All I will do is just tidy things up so you can return to Lorna without any issues." She started to cut my hair, straighten up the fringe. She smiled at me watching her in the mirror as I imagined what that impressive bust would look like with no starchy uniform in the way. "And then I can cut your hair again next time Lorna goes away," she added brightly.
"You don't have her locked up in a cupboard, do you?" I teased.
"Haha," she replied, "do you think that hairdressing pays well enough to do something like that?"
She cut away for a while. But clearly she did not enjoy the silence. "Sorry Michael, it's very quiet in here. I could not work out how to get the radio to play through the speakers up there." She pointed with her scissors to the set of speakers mounted on the ceiling. I was distracted again. The action of her reaching up, lifted her top baring her flat midriff right in front of my eyes and showing that her micro mini was slung well below her navel. That bare flat chest proved that she kept in good shape. And the bare flesh below her navel made me wonder about what was beyond the thin band of her skirt.
"I can't help you with that," I told her.
"Well we can talk. Have you seen any good movies recently?" she asked with just enough animation to show that she was not reciting that old chestnut by rote. But back to cutting my hair meant that all that was exposed were those long, shapely legs.
I mentioned something recently popular, a movie I had seen recently. I had a vague memeory of it which had me wondering aloud whether Jenifer Lopez could act. I thought that was a reasonable answer.
But Dina did not seem to hear my comment. Instead she told me "I watched a great gangbang film last night. This woman is dancing in a bar. She starts swaying her hips so her short shirt flicks up showing off her g-string and stockings. You know?" I didn't, so Dina stepped away from me and did a sharp hip sway. I could see that she wore a black g-string and no stockings.
Dina continued. "This woman was right into into it, in this crowded bar, there must have been six, maybe ten men watching her. After teasing the men, the top came off, then the skirt. Then the bra and the g-string. Naked, she strode between the men letting them touch her and more. The cocks came out. She was up for it, sucking a number of them. Then she got it in all holes." There was a pause. Dina stopped with the scissors for a moment. I was unsure if I was meant to say anything. But I could not think of anything to say. "Oh, I watched it with my boyfriend," she added matter-of-factly.
That was not the conclusion that I was expecting. "So just the two of you?" I tried, assuming that was a reasonable response.
"Oh yes, we didn't think of inviting anyone else over. Given that I had to work today -- here -- and so does he."
"Oh," I wondered, "what does he do?"
