Hairdressing

Teri looked through the hairdressing salon's front window with increasing interest. Five faces were looking back at her, frozen in a content expression, each sporting a different hairstyle. Taped to the window was a small paper reading “Models wanted.”

She stood there thinking for a minute as her excitation battled her fear. Eventually she worked up the courage to push the glass door and walk to the desk. An employee who was sweeping the floor set aside her broom and came to greet her:

“Good afternoon ma’am! Kate at your service! How can I help you?”
“Uhm, hello? I… I was wondering… Uh… A-are you still looking for models?”
“Indeed, we have two positions left! But it’s not my decision to make, you’ll have to wait until Mr. Jones is done with his client. It shouldn’t be more than ten minutes anyway.”
A few meters from there, the owner was indeed working on some woman’s hair. She was starting to look like the third model. That man sure wasn’t half-assing his work.
“Very well, I’m in no hurry.”
“We can still save some time however”, Kate said as she rummaged in one of the desk’s drawers. She pulled out three sheets of paper full of fine print, and handed one to Teri. “You can read the model contract in the meantime. There will be less pressure on you that way. You can have a seat here.”

With a “Thank you”, Teri walked to the seat and started reading. The authors had apparently decided to ditch legalese wherever they could get away with it, making the contract readable by someone without a PhD in law. The contract was fairly short, and Teri found nothing that she didn’t expect for such a modeling job. It was pretty much common sense, a rare value these days.

When she looked back up, the customer was checking out. Kate introduced the aspiring model to Mr Jones, who took a good look at Teri as he greeted her. With a few words he was informed of her candidacy, but couldn’t make a decision without first examining her hair. He pronounced his judgment a few seconds later:
“Well, dear Teri, your hair seems more than adequate for what I have in mind, and I’d enjoy working on it. I suggest you just take a seat and I’ll apply my latest idea. Once we’re done it will be your choice whether to sign the modeling contract or just pay the hairdressing fee and leave.”
“This sounds perfect”, Teri answered, reassured that she could save the final decision for last. Following Mr. Jones’s lead she walked to the shampooing chairs, never dropping the contract. The warm water felt nice. Ordinarily she’d almost doze off to sleep, but today she was far too excited for that.

Teri sprang to her feet as soon as she heard “That part’s done”. By the next minute she was already sitting in front of a mirror, Mr. Jones diligently working on her hair.
The hairdresser was a man of few words, and Teri was grateful for that. Most of the time she viewed such ranting as inane babbling, and eventually tuned it out. Here, she had all the tranquility to read the contract again, making sure she understood it completely. At the same time she could see Mr Jones’s masterpiece slowly taking shape.

Twenty minutes later, Teri was looking in awe at her own reflection. Neither the artist nor his assistant dared to interrupt her, until she laid down the contract and signed it without a word. This brought Kate back to reality, who rushed in to hug her. They stayed in each other’s arms for a full 30 seconds before Mr Jones broke the silence.
“Well everything seems to be in order. You should just use the bathroom before we get started. I’ll get the back room ready.”
Kate showed Teri to the bathroom and used that time to store the signed contract in a desk drawer, resuming conversation when the new model opened the door again.
“How did you decide to work with us? Did you have some old dream or—“
“It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I guess seeing the other models made me jealous, or something.”

On these words, they finally reached the back room. Its most prominent features were a garroting post and a guillotine. Mr Jones greeted her with instructions:
“First of all, I have to thank you for choosing to model for me. Now I recommend you take our clothes off: the bottom for sexual stimulation, and the top just to avoid staining it. We will use the garrote first to make sure your heart stops, before moving on. Adding a few strategically placed towels, this should make sure no blood gets on your hair. Shall we?”
Teri nodded and disrobed quietly. She then let the hairdresser strap her in comfortably while making sure her hair didn’t get caught. Her legs were spread wide, giving full access to her crotch. As Kate dropped to her knees and started rubbing her, Mr. Jones tightened the garrote slightly, just enough to arouse without actually choking the user.

Teri started to breathe heavily, abandoning herself to Teri’s ministrations. Her excitation rose when she felt male hands on her breasts. Helpless, she could only enjoy her new bosses’ care. Her pleasure intensified when the caresses turned into kisses, taking her close to the edge of orgasm. Kate and Mr. Jones shared a look and a nod, before gently pinching her on the nipples and clit at the same time.
That did it. The new model let out a scream of pleasure, quickly interrupted by the garrote tightened all the way. Both Teri’s breath and blood were blocked, but she was so lost in the throes of orgasm that she never noticed. When she fell unconscious, her face was still showing complete ecstasy.
Kate rose to her feet and left in search of a stethoscope. They listened together to her last heartbeats, the hairdresser holding her hand.

A few minutes later, Teri’s head had joined the others on the front window.