The Gift - a Chloe Story

Author's Note: Hi everyone and thanks once again for taking the time to read my stories. I was amazed by the popularity of The Salon Saturday Girl! This chapter of The Gift follows immediately after and picks up the action where we left off! I am currently expecting to take two more chapters to finish off this particular story so please stay tuned lol. As always please feel free to leave comments or a rating, they are most appreciated!

Kylie stood stock-still, as she'd been commanded to. In front of her, Chloe, one of the stylists -- who'd been absent since Kylie had started -- was leaning against the kitchen counter, enjoying the lips and tongue of a girl not much older than herself.

She studied the woman. Her eyes were immediately drawn to her blonde bob with its dark roots, the way it swayed and shook as the woman's excitement grew. She was wearing a light brown knee length skirt, which had been bunched to her waist, her underwear was in the girl's hand. The woman had one hand on the girl's head, digging into her blonde curls and holding her in position while she ground against her, making the girl whimper.

"Yes...that's it, like that..." whispered the woman, briefly looking down but otherwise locking eyes with Kylie. She herself was getting aroused by the scene and found herself biting her lower lip as the woman shuddered and shook with her climax.

She pushed the girl's head away from her pussy and Kylie could hear the girl gasp for air. The woman looked down at her and said, "Good girl".

Then she looked back at Kylie.

"You must be Kylie," she said. "I've heard a lot about you already. This is my assistant, Zoe, and I'm Chloe. Pleased to meet you."

Kylie blinked for a moment then remembered why she'd come upstairs.

"Um yes, Miss Chloe. Um Noa is downstairs, apparently, she's your appointment?"

Chloe smiled broadly.

"Ah! At last, Zoe, we get to meet our Lulu!"

"Yes Miss!" said Zoe, as she slowly got to her feet.

"Come along then, Kylie, you can introduce us!" and the trio headed down to the salon.

Noa was scrolling through her phone when Kylie came and stood next to her chair.

"Noa, this is Miss Chloe," she said, smiling. Noa flashed her that heart-melting smile again and turned to face Chloe, rising out of her chair.

"Hello, Noa. Lovely to meet you at last" smiled Chloe.

"Likewise. I'm really excited about this role."

The salon was busy that morning, with both Tracey and Eddie dealing with clients. Kylie heard her name being called and went over to see Tracey, leaving the others to their conversation. She caught Zoe's eye for a moment and saw her mouth "Hi!" and smile, which made her grin back. She hoped she'd get a chance to talk to her later.

"Everything alright, duck?" said Tracey.

"Erm...yes? I um...Chloe - Miss Chloe was..."

Tracey chuckled. "I thought you might get an eyeful up there. The thing with Chloe is, well she gets very excited by doing hair. Like Really excited, if you know what I mean. And Zoe, that darling girl is her personal assistant, with the emphasis on "personal". If you know what I mean" she repeated.

"Wow. And who is this Noa? Chloe called her Lulu."

"You've a lot to learn about this place duck. There's a lot more to Edwina's than meets the eye. Have you heard of Lioness Pictures?"

"The one that does those classy pornos?"

"Yeah, that's them. Well, this salon has close ties to Lioness, specifically the company's owner, Elaine Danvers, and Chloe is their hairdressing consultant. She splits her time between the studio HQ and here. From what I can gather, Elaine is putting a new film together, and that young woman over there is going to be one of its main characters", Tracey said as she continued to wrap her client's hair in foils. Kylie watched Tracey's nimble fingers brush bleach onto her hair then wrap it in a little packet of sliver foil.

"My head is absolutely spinning, Miss Tracey! Do you mind if I take a quick fag break?"

"Yeah, its ok dear. It's a lot to be hit with. Take 15 minutes". Kylie quickly went to her locker and fished out her cigarettes and headed outside. Her hands were actually shaking as she lit her cigarette and took along deep drag, slowly exhaling.

Kylie was young but not naïve, nor unintelligent. She knew that this was not the norm. Most people's professions do not dovetail into their sex life -- sex workers, perhaps but even so. This was some crazy shit that she was being exposed to! And everyone in there -- with the exception of Noa, she was sure -- considered it to be normal -- so much so they expected her to find it normal as well.

"Its a real shock to the system, isn't it," said a voice. Kylie swiveled round to find Zoe stood behind her, holding a cigarette in her fingers.

"May I have a light?" she asked. Kylie held out her lighter for the young woman.

"Um, I'm Kylie," she said.

"Yes, I figured that. And you must be very new, because you weren't here last week." Zoe said.

"Started last Saturday," Kylie blew smoke to the side.

"Well, I'm relatively new myself. I started just over a month ago."

"You're not a stylist?"

"No, I'd applied for an internship at Lioness Pictures. They sent me here to be Miss Chloe's personal assistant".

"With the emphasis on the personal?" Kylie hated herself a little for saying it but Zoe took it in good humour.

"Well, you saw for yourself her sexual appetite. I've never met anyone like her and sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am to be here, to be with her and to serve her needs. But how about you? How are you coping with it all?"

Kylie took a moment to think, finishing her cigarette and stubbing the remainder on the bin. She smiled and said, "Look, I'm just a local girl who was destined to be a shop assistant at best. I know I'm bright but not well-educated if that makes sense. My world-view is very blinkered but even I realise that this..." Kylie flailed her arms in the direction of the salon. "This... it's not normal.... is It?"

"No, in my experience it is not", said Zoe.

"I think I've been incredibly lucky. I've been set up with this job because a friend cared about me and wanted to help me find my place in the world. I work with two wonderful women who appreciate what I do for them in the salon and who have given me some mind-bending sexual experiences in the bedroom. And now, now it turns out to be the tip of the iceberg."

"Oh Kylie, you have no idea. You're right - there is so much going on in this small old-fashioned salon. Tell you what -- how about you and I hang out on Sunday? We can have lunch and chat."

"I'd love that, actually. I think us subbies should have a chance to talk shop!" That made Zoe laugh out loud. She put out the stub of her own cigarette and they both went back inside. Kylie headed back to the salon floor and Zoe went upstairs, where she saw her mistress heading with Noa.

Chloe was sat at the kitchen table with Noa when Zoe reached them. She knew she didn't have to say anything, just be present and available if her mistress needed her.

"So, Noa, are you looking forward to filming?" asked Chloe.

"Oh, fuck yes," said Noa, smiling, "this is the most exciting thing that's happened in my acting career! A lead role in a Lioness production? Are you kidding me?" Her excitement was infectious, Zoe thought.

"Indeed. I'm sure Elaine cast you for the part personally?"

"Yeah, I'd been in a raunchy tv series last year -- well, it was filmed last year but was screened a few months back on tv in Denmark. For tv it was pretty hot stuff and I was in various states of undress a lot hahaha!"

"Oh, I think I'll have to check that out, dear. Now I'm sure you've read the script and are aware of Lioness's, erm, way of working? That the sex scenes are unsimulated but shot to hide the penetration?"

Noa nodded her head vigorously. "I'd always suspected, when I watched Dark Desires, the look on Beth's face...she's a great actor but I doubt she could have pretended that well hahaha. I've already met Beth, and my other scene partners and we're all looking forward to working together on the shoot."

Zoe was a little in awe of this girl, who was about 3 years younger than herself, and yet so comfortable in her own body and sexuality. She was so comfortable to just sit here with her Miss Chloe and talk about fucking other actors in front of the cameras!

"Now, Noa, the reason for your appointment today. The makeover scene."

Noa shifted in her seat, and subconsciously reached and stroked the ends of her own hair.

"yeah... there's no way to simulate that either, is there," she said.

"You don't seem as enthralled by it."

"I just don't get it. I don't get Elaine's obsession with thinking hairstyling is sexy! I've done loads of modelling sessions for magazines and stuff and had all sorts done to my hair but it was a chore, something which had to be done, a process and nothing more, you know? And the idea my character would be excited by having her hair cut or feel submissive as the script says...it's so far-fetched!"

Zoe looked nervously at her mistress. She seemed to have become quite still, and although she was still smiling, there was a tautness to her lips for a moment. Zoe knew that her mistress shared the same passion for hair as Madame Elaine and this girl was sitting there trashing their passion. Then, she sat back and her chair and that tautness was gpne.

"Well," smiled Chloe, "I shan't be cutting your hair today, that will be done on set. However I can walk you through the scene to give you an idea of what is expected. Zoe darling, can you check down stairs and ensure we have the salon to ourselves?

Zoe checked the time. In theory, Tracey and Eddie should be finished with their clients by now and there was a two hour window before their next clients would arrive. She popped downstairs to find both women were getting ready to head out.

"We're popping out for a spot of lunch as Lioness are picking up the bill, Zoe dear!" said Eddie. "I fancy that Italian place in town, what do you think Tracey?"

"Sounds good to me, Eddie. Have fun Zoe dear, and look after Kylie for us, won't you?". Kylie stood by the basins. She was a bit put out by not going to lunch with her mistresses, but both agreed it would benefit her more to stay and witness the afternoon session.

Zoe smiled and nodded. "Don't worry I think she'll enjoy watching this," she said. And with that, the ladies left and Zoe prepared the salon. She dimmed the lights, closed the blinds and locked the front door before heading back upstairs to inform her mistress all was ready.

As Chloe led Noa and Zoe back into the salon, she said, "We've tried to recreate the same ambience as the barber scene. I want you to remember this when you are on set, Noa." She turned to the young woman and said, "Strip."

Noa stood there, puzzled. "What? Why?"

"For the purposes of this afternoon, Noa, you will be naked under the cape. I want you to be very aware of your body, do you understand?"

Noa shook her head.

"No, I really don't understand, Chloe."

"Do you trust me, though?"

There was a long pause, then Noa smiled and lifted her tee-shirt over her head. Kylie instinctively came forward and collected it from her. Noa unzipped her jeans and peeled them off her legs, having to stand on the end to get purchase and pull them off. Kylie picked them up as well.

"Underwear too, please," said Chloe. Kylie waited as Noa unhooked her bra and kicked off her underwear, then took her clothes to the lockers.

Noa stood there in front of Chloe with her hand on her hip, pushed out. Zoe, who'd been silently watching, took in her body with wide eyes. Noa was a similar shape and size to herself, but her brazenness made her seem like a totally different species. To be able to stand there, completely naked and not be self-conscious in any way, seemed so alien to her.

Chloe hardly took notice and told her to sit in the chair. Noa looked at the sink built into the styling desk.

"What, are you going to use that? That's for blokes!"

"And that is what was in use in the 1920s, Noa. We shall be using styling techniques which are authentic to the period. The salon Lulu is taken to is not the usual beauty parlour which caters for perms and updos. This is for the younger generation of women who are making their mark on society, the hedonists, the flappers." Chloe turned the chair to allow Noa to sit.

"If you say so," said Noa, slumping into the chair. Kylie brought over a white cape with black stripes and handed it to Chloe, who then draped it over Noa's bare chest.

Noa suddenly felt Chloe's hand on the back of her head, pushing it forward. She deftly lifted Noa's hair and brought the cape to a tight close against the back of her neck, all in one practiced movement.

"Take a look at yourself in the mirror, Noa. What do you see?"

"Just my usual hot self," she smiled.

"Hm. Take another look, Noa. What is it you see, and do not see? Think about...what the audience will see."

Slowly, Noa realised what Chloe was getting at. With the voluminous cape covering her body -- even though she was naked beneath it -- all the audience could see was her from the neck upwards.

"I'm just a head!" she said.

"Yes, dear, exactly. For this whole scene, it is as if you are just a head, a piece of clay being moulded, transformed. You have no control. You have no body to speak of. You are in the trusted and skilled hands of a woman who can help thrust you into the modern world of 1920s London."

Chloe stood directly behind Noa and rested her hands on her shoulders, and said, "The whole audience, the camera, is focused on this face, this hair, and wondering how you will look at the end of it."

Both Kylie and Zoe glanced at each other. They could sense the kind of spell being cast here. Zoe had seen her mistress work such magic on many occasions now but this was a first for Kylie. She could see the glazed look in Noa's eyes as she stared at herself. However she suddenly blinked her eyes and said to Chloe, "and how will I look at the end of the scene? There's no mention of the style itself in the script."

"I'm afraid that is a secret that will be kept until the day of shooting, Noa, although I am going to give you a taste now of what to expect."

With that remark, Chloe pressed her hand against Noa's back and made her scoot forward on the seat, until she was near the edge. The stylist leaned forward and turned on the spray hose, holding her hand underneath to check the temperature.

"Okay - Over you go Noa", she said. The girl just looked at her, then at the sink.

"Flip your hair forward and hang your head over the sink," Chloe explained.

Noa did as she was told, lifting her hair from the nape as she leaned over. She was surprised to feel Chloe's hand press the back of her head, pushing her much lower. Her line of sight was now looking straight down into the porcelain sink, which seemed to be an inch from her nose. She felt Chloe's hand pushing her hair forward more, then holding her there.

Kylie watched the scene playing out in front of her. It was obvious to her, the dynamic had changed considerably. Noa's cocky attitude had been quelled and the girl was now completely silent as Chloe soaked her hair with the spray, sliding her hand over and over the young actress's hair. She watched as it slicked and darkened into a wet sheet, hanging straight down from her forehead.

"Keeping your head in this position has saved your face from getting wet and your make-up ruined, Noa. Remember to keep this pose during the rinsing." The girl remained silent, but kept stock still as Chloe's hand kept stroking, and stroking through her hair, sliding it forward, even after the water was turned off.

Chloe reached for a bottle on the table. It was made of vintage glass with a glass stopper. It was filled with a green-blue liquid.

"We sourced a shampoo which is as close to the period as possible. I've tried it myself, it's...quite lovely," Chloe smiled at Zoe, who blushed. Kylie made a mental note to ask her new friend about her exploits.

Chloe slowly poured the shampoo over the back of Noa's head, the thick liquid seeping through the overhang and the sides.

"oh, yes," murmured Chloe, "this is going to look so good on camera."

Kylie noticed how Chloe's eyes half-closed as she pressed her hands into the shampoo sitting on Noa's hair and started to smear it in. She was getting aroused by this? She had to admit, witnessing it was quite sexy.

Noa was feeling peculiar. She'd enjoyed Chloe's touch -- both firm in positioning her and sensual when sliding over her hair. The duality of it was starting to arouse her. Her bare nipples were grazing the fabric of the cape and she could feel a wetness under her. Now the shampoo was poured on Chloe's hands were pressing, massaging, filling her hair with thick creamy lather. Her touch made her moan, softly.

"I want you to relax now, Noa. Give yourself over to me," said Chloe.

"Yes, Chloe," came a quiet reply. Noa literally put her head in Chloe's hands and let her control her movements. Chloe was leaning into her side, her hands either side of Noa's head as her fingers dug in and out of the thick soapy mass.

Kylie could see how excited Chloe was, and also could see Noa's face, and the excitement there. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted as she breathed. Perhaps it was just the position she was held in, but Kylie suspected it was more than that.

Chloe's hands were covered in thick foam now as they moved through Noa's hair, massaging her scalp. Her hands made Noa's head bob. She was totally under Chloe's control now.

All through this, Zoe had been standing attentively just behind Chloe, so when Chloe lifted her head and looked through the mirror, her assistant was right where she was meant to be.

"Zoe, I shall be needing your assistance as soon as I've rinsed our client." Kylie couldn't help but gulp as she knew what Chloe wanted. She looked at Zoe, who had a big grin on her face."

"My pleasure, Miss Chloe," she smiled.

Noa had caught the gist of this also and could absolutely sympathise. She'd had no idea, just how sensual and....submissive, a hair-wash could be. It had always been a perfunctory necessity, not something to be enjoyed, to derive pleasure from. But her body was telling her otherwise. Her nipples ached against the material of the cape, and her pussy seemed to be leaking non stop. And now, Chloes fingers were touching her, her head, her scalp...she knew exactly where to touch, where to press. Her ears, her nape, and the soft area just between them all seemed to link directly down below. Chloe's fingers were now in a rhythm, sliding in and out of her hair, and she couldn't help but think of it as a form of penetration. Sliding in, and out... it aroused her further and the steadiness of the rhythm built up something within her. At first, she wasn't sure what was happening. It felt like the first orgasm she'd had, sat on her bed as a young girl. It built steadily and Noa knew she had no control over it.

"Chloe.....I'm....."

Kylie and Zoe were in awe of what they were witnessing. They quickly stole a look at each other, shock and excitement on their own faces. Chloe kept the same rhythm, making Noa's head bob, her fingers pressing in and out of her piled-up hair and was rewarded with Noa, whimpering, "I'm cumming!"

As she stiffened and shuddered and gasped, Chloe held her, whispering softly words the other girls didn't catch. Limply, Noa leant her head all the way forward again so Chloe could rinse her.

The rinse itself was brisk in comparison to what had gone before, but Chloe still took her time to ensure Noa's hair was rinsed clean, then wrapped in a warm towel and allowed to sit back at last.