Sweaty and tired from what feels like an endless day of packing, I secure another long strip of thick black masking tape over the folds of the cube shaped brown cardboard box in front of me relieved that it is the last one, I use what little strength I have left and push it up against the wall beside the others ready for the removal van in the morning.
Satisfied I kick off my trainers and stand on the soft dark blue rug that lies in the middle of the worn hardwood floor and take one last final mental inventory of my now empty and very depressing bedroom, with all the posters and hanging trinkets gone the yellow painted walls look faded and dirty, every bluetac stain and pinhole are exposed to the naked eye.
After I soak my aching muscles in a long hot shower I wrap myself in my mother’s favourite thick hot pink towel, she only ever lets me use it on special occasions, the last being 2 years ago when I was 15 and had just been dumped by my high school boyfriend Paul Cash, I hug myself in it for a moment in appreciation of the sweet gesture.
Wiping the steam off of the mirror with the palm of my hand I comb my wet hair then dry and straighten.
”One less job I have to do in the morning” I think to myself.
Letting the towel drop to the floor I stand in front of the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door and appraise my voluptuous frame.
I turn 18 in two weeks but to look at me you would think I was at least 21. I’ve always looked mature for my age every, physical asset I have from my long brown hair, olive blemish-free skin, double D breasts and big round ass that could rival J-Lo, my grandmother often (lovingly) tells me that my figure is identical to my mum’s before she went to London had a one night stand and ruined hers by falling pregnant with me when she was only 19.
That’s where I’m going tomorrow, London.
After falling pregnant with me and having no savings left my mother didn’t have enough for the flight back to Canada, when the time came for her to give birth she was living in some weird hippy youth hostel in Camden town that she had gone to one night, she was with an Australian backpacker she met in a pub who was passing through London and ‘happened’ to have a fetish for pregnant chicks.
Jan the woman who ran the place out of her house and a mother herself took pity and let my mother live with her for free. In return and as a way to say thank you my mother became a
full time nanny to Jans 6 year old daughter Laura. There still friends to this day and as a result I have dual citizenship.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the fact that I grew up poor in a cramped 3 bedroom bungalow with my grandparents who raised me due to the fact that my mother acts more like my sister and has only really gotten her shit together in the last two years, by that I mean finished beauty therapy school and now runs an illegal beauty therapy business from my grandad’s garage.
I love my family, I have great friends and a great life here but a small niggling part of me knows that there has to be more to life than this and I want to experience it all, so when my mother told me that her old friend Jans daughter Laura ”you still with me?” was now a beauty therapy lecturer for a college in London and could not only get me a place in her class but would also allow me to live with her, I jumped at the chance!
A loud knock at the door makes me jump and I quickly grab the towel from the floor and wrap it securely around me again.
”You should be in bed young lady”
My grandfather’s gruff voice shouts from the other side of the door
“Its almost 11pm and we have to be up early in the morning if you want to catch that plane girlie” he gripes.
”Ok grandad ill be out in a minute I just have to brush my teeth”
I quickly brush my teeth then rush back to my room to avoid an awkward half naked hallway encounter with my grandad. Safely back in the confines of my empty room I close my blinds, turn off my reading lamp, remove the damp towel and slide under my duvet. It hadn’t occurred to me at the time when I was packing the last of my clothes to leave a set of PJs out for tonight and by the time I did my grandad had already packed my suitcase away in the trunk of his car to save time in the morning.
I lay in the dark with my eyes open staring at the cracks in the ceiling, I feel physically exhausted but far too excited and nervous about tomorrow to fall asleep. I close my eyes and begin to imagine what living in London will be like, over the past few weeks I’ve watched enough British movies and had more than enough nuggets of wisdom from my mother to know 3 things for certain
1. The weather more often than not sucks
2. They play football NOT soccer
3. Britain has produced some of the sexiest guys ever to walk the planet, Robert Pattinson, David Beckham and Idris Elba to name a few.
Out of all of the many movies my mother has forced me to sit through with her over the past
few weeks for some extra mother daughter bonding time and in preparation (her words not mine) for the move I have to say that my absolute favourites are the period dramas, in particular ”Pride and Prejudice. The thought of the moody, emotionally repressed Mr Darcy confessing his unbridled love for me, and only me, then whisking me off to some remote little cottage in the woods so that he can have his wicked way with me begins to stir up some welcome and familiar feelings deep beneath my duvet, I jump up and quietly lock my door the heating clicked off around an hour ago, the air filling my room is so cold my nipples react accordingly, I slide back under the covers and resume my naughty train of thought. I turn over and lay flat on my tummy opening my legs while pushing my ass up into the air, I slowly start to rub my clitoris ”oh Mr Darcy” I feel my wetness on my fingers and start to rub faster with more ease ”oh God it feels so good” my breathing increases and my breasts tingle with pleasure, ”please Mr Darcy” I moan quietly into my pillow rubbing harder until I finally feel the ecstasy of my climax take over my entire body, causing every muscle in my body to clench with pleasure until I feel the sweet release of satisfaction takeover my sweaty naked body.
I lie and think about the journey that I am about to embark on and at some point I fall into a deep satisfied sleep.
………..
It was Halloween and my first ever night living away from home and as an official college student. I had planned to spend the evening in my PJ’s eating the sweets I had bought in the anticipation of the hoards of trick or treaters that were expected that night. I closed the curtains turned the lights off and snuggled safely under my duvet on the sofa just in time to catch the start of the 3D premier of ”Halloween” the movie showing on ITV 3.
”Get dressed bitch!”
Laura the owner of the house and my beauty therapy lecturer ordered excitedly as she burst through the living room door.
The first day I met Laura was my first day of beauty therapy college, I was grateful to learn that she offered to rent her spare room out to me when she heard I was staying in a youth hostel after my original digs fell through at the last minute due to a fire. She even hooked me up with a part time job in a hair and beauty salon owned by one of her oldest friends and former flatmate Kris.
”What! Why?”
I start to protest slightly panicked already spooked by thoughts of the scary film I was about to watch, she flicked on the living room light without warning, momentarily rendering me blind.
”I finally did it babe, I finally got the balls to ask that guy I fancy from work out!”
She’s clapping her hands excitedly and smiling at me like a Cheshire cat.
”What guy from work?” I ask shielding my eyes with my arm from the intruding light.
”Mathew of course hon” she’s hoisted her toned leg upon to the edge of the glass coffee table in front of me and is wrestling with the zip on her leather black ankle boot, her short tight black pencil skirt has hiked up onto her slender thigh revealing her silky skin colored stocking and a hint of the black strap attached to her garter belt holding it up, I can’t take my eyes off of it.
”help me with this would you honey?”
She says catching me mid stare, I look up my face flushed red in embarrassment but she doesn’t seem to mind, in fact she looks pleased.
”I can’t do a bloody thing with these nails”
She says wiggling her long red acrylic claden fingers at me. I fumble with shaky hands at the zip for a few seconds before finally releasing it.
”Thanks babe”
She steps out of the boot that I’m holding in place for her, she then gracefully lifts her other long leg and places her thick heeled boot onto the table this time pulling her skirt a little higher up her thigh revealing to me a glimpse of her black silky panty covered crotch, I dutifully remove the other boot keeping my eyes firmly on the task at hand.
”Why do I have to get dressed,” I ask confused and still feeling flushed.
”What did you say hon?”
She’s migrated to the bathroom down the hall,
”I can’t hear you, come into the bathroom and talk to me”
She shouts over the noise of the water coming from the shower.
I make my way to the bathroom she’s standing with her back to me her heads arched back allowing the water to cascade down the front of her body, I can’t help but stare in awe her skin is so pale and flawless and she has the most incredible arse I’ve ever seen, she reminds me of a naked Kim Basinger from the movie 9 and a half weeks.
”What did you say hon” she asks casually turning to face me exposing her large round double F breasts with tiny pink nipples, I look away after a few glorious seconds of staring at
them I start to feel flushed again and a little wet.
”Don’t be embarrassed babe” she coos from the shower ”we’re both grown ups, aren’t we?” she asks in a playful tone, ”what age are you again, Nicole,17?” she enquiries,
”18” I manage to say stuttering a little.
”and I’m 25, there, you see, grown-ups,” she lets out a sexy giggle.
There a moment of silence that seems to last an eternity.
”Nicole, you can look at me if you want to, I’d like it. In fact” she hesitates ”you can come and join me if you want to” I hear the glass shower door slide open and the warm steam engulfs my already hot tingling body from behind, I slowly turn round and look her up and down she’s so incredibly sexy and womanly her nipples have hardened from the cold air now filling the small glass cubicle, I slowly walk towards her my heart pounding in my chest in anticipation of what’s about to happen she steps out of the shower towards me the steams rising from her shoulders, water dripping from her long wet black hair over her breasts rolling down onto her flat stomach then disappearing between her legs.
She kisses me on the lips cautiously at first then after I give her some encouragement by kissing her back she parts my lips with her soft wet tongue forcing it into my mouth, I take her lead and reciprocate pushing against, swirling around and sucking on hers as she does mine , I feel her hands begin to undress me slowly she pushes her large firm wet breast again mine and pulls my vest top up over my head,
”Very nice”
She purrs squeezing my breast then taking my nipple between her fingers and squeezing lightly, sending mini explosions all through my body like fireworks gone awry.
”Have you ever been with a woman before baby?”
She asks softly while removing my PJ bottoms.
”I’ve never been with anyone before” I blush, her eyes light up and she smiles devilishly at me.
”let’s do something about that then shall we” she takes my trembling hand and guides me into the shower with her sliding the glass door shut behind us.
The hot water from the large round chrome shower head sprays with a pleasurable force down my body hitting just between the small of my back and the top of my ass, the warm steam fills the small glass cubicle with a thick cloudy mist around and between us rapidly until finally it’s so cloudy can barely see her. Every inch of my wet moist body is on tender
hooks eagerly anticipating every next move. Laura doesn’t disappoint me, she begins to kiss me softly tentatively at first small sweet kisses around and on my mouth, her lips feel so hot and pouty effortlessly she runs them down my neck over my collarbone finally arriving onto my wet tingling breast, she stays there for a moment and teases my erect nipple with her soft wet tongue, I slide both of my palms down her back and enjoy the feeling of the hot water running over my hands, letting my head drop back I close my eyes and let out a long sigh of pleasure. Grabbing a clump of my wet hair she pulls my mouth towards hers and we kiss passionately again our tongues intertwining, sucking and rolling around in each other’s mouths, she stops abruptly to massage my breasts making sure to hold my gaze with her cat shaped eyes before falling gently to her knees, I stare down at her sexy curvy body and watch as the water cascades down her arched pale back through her jet black hair and down onto her beautiful voluptuous ass.
”Open your legs for me”
She whispers, I comply.
”Good girl” she says with a wickedly sexy smile.
I feel her mouth on me then her fingers then her mouth again her tongue dances expertly around and all over my clitoris my breath hitches then releases quickly finally finding the same rhythm as her fingers.
”Oh God” I half breath half moan out loud, her finger begin to move faster as her mouth and tongue lick and suck harder, my heart’s beating so hard I feel like it’s going to burst right through my engorged breasts, I slowly begin to massage myself then a familiar feeling starts to stir deep within me intensifying every second and just as I feel like I can’t take anymore a volcanic rush of pure ecstasy explodes up inside of me and all around where her mouth is, I let out a long deep sighing breath and feel Laura slow to an almost agonizing halt.
”Are you ok honey” I hear Laura say causing my eyes to spring back open jerking me out of my Nirvana like state, she’s standing in front of me again with a satisfied look on her face ”you ok” she repeats ”never better” I reply before bursting into a half embarrassed half euphoric giggle, she leans in and gives me one last lingering kiss.
”Good, because now it’s your turn” she instructs with that sexy smile as she places both hands on my wet shoulders and pushes me down into my knees.
*******
The student bar is packed, or pub I should say, Laura’s corrected me three times already” babe, if you’re going to live in London then you HAVE to learn the lingo” she says before disappearing to the actual bar for drinks. In an attempt to find the toilet, I push my way through the crowd of zombies, vampire zombies, slutty zombies, slutty nurse zombies, and of course the token emo crow fan boy.
Naturally, the cue is out the door and snaked all the way round the corner, but im not
surprised when its only £1.50 for a vodka and coke and £5 for a large pitcher of beer, or as the British say” lager”. I spot the sign above” little dead riding hoods” head for the boy’s toilets and an arrow pointing downstairs, so I decide if I actually want to pee this century and in a toilet not on myself, then I’d be smart to try my luck. After walking down a narrow poorly lit hallway with both walls on either side of me completely covered in cool band type graffiti then pushing my way through a set of heavy red double swing doors I eventually happen upon the men’s room with (as I expected) no fucking cue! I hesitate and rethink going in until my bladder kindly reminds me that I’m on the brink of pissing myself, I silently curse Laura for making me drink that second glass of champagne in celebration of my first lesbian experience, for a moment the thought brings a little smile to my face and then just as fast reinforces the need to pee even more.
Finally after making my way through a group of Zombie Taylor Swift’s I find Laura sitting at a table located right at the back of the pub she is in deep conversation with an attractive more mature looking woman who is dressed as very sexy Morticia Adams from the Adams family.
I hesitate to sit at first until Laura notices me lingering and motions for me to come and sit beside her.
“Nicole, this is Crystal, Crystal this is Nicole”
Laura gestures between us both as though she’s a host in a game show, a costume that would have been better suited at this moment than a sexy zombie bumble bee.
“You know the one I was telling you about” she shout whispers over the 80s music blaring from Karaoke machine next to us. Crystal looks me over and for some reason it makes me sit up straight as though I’m at a job interview.
“Stand up for me darling would you?” she says in a polite but strong cockney accent, and for some reason I do.
“Turn around honey” she commands again motioning with her long pointy index finger in the air. I put her in the black cat suit so that you could see her incredible figure Laura says leaning across the table looking very pleased with herself. Crystal keeps her eyes firmly on me and then after scanning me one last time motions for me to sit back down.
“Yes” she says nodding to herself, “this one has a lot of potential indeed, okay” Crystal says sitting back in her chair folding her arms,
“Bring her in to see me at the strip club on Monday and I’ll see what we can do.”
They both raise there wine glasses and wait for me to do the same, I follow suit.
“Cheers ladies” Crystal says before taking a long sip of hers.
“Cheers” Laura says enthusiastically then leans in and whispers in my ear,
“Well you did say you wanted to make some fast cash honey so welcome to the high life baby, your gonna love it!”
…………..
Monday morning came quicker than I was hoping, I felt so nervous about not only seeing that intimidating woman Crystal again but I had also never set foot in a strip club in my life. I take one last glance in the mirror at myself making sure that my long high ponytail is neat and tidy and that my minimal but professional makeup isn’t already smudged. I smooth the black skin tight dress (Laura’s not mine) over my tummy and pull it back down to just below my knees, with the quarter length sleeves and plunging v neck line I have to say it’s not a bad choice and I don’t even mind the see through six inch louboutin heels in fact I feel pretty sexy.
Laura pops her head round the door “come gorgeous or we’re going to get stuck in the rush hour traffic, you do not want to make Crystal wait” she says excitedly.
As we enter the club I feel my nerves begin to get the better of me and pause to catch my breath, Crystal greets us warmly at the door which takes me by complete surprise “Hi sweetie” she says air kissing me on each cheek, repeating with Laura.
“Follow me ladies”
She leads us past the huge neon lit bar through a black velvet curtain and into a small intimate fully mirrored room. One curved red velvet couch sits against the mirrors with two black leather beauty chairs facing each her one with stirrups attached one without. A small foot bath is bubbling away in the corner of the room next to a manicure table equipped with everything you would expect to find, a small towel, toe nail clippers, nail polish, foot lotions, massage oil and what I think might be lubricants?
“Come and sit down girls” Crystal motions with her hand for us to join her on the sofa “so here’s the thing I’m going to get right to the point because I don’t believe in pussy footing around and wasting time, I also don’t appreciate my time being wasted so I’m not going to waste yours.
I feel myself tense back up this is the intimidating Crystal I remember from the other night.
“One of my girls quit on me this morning, went and got herself pregnant and decided it would be best to go home and live with her parents to raise the baby with them, don’t know if there’s a guy in the picture didn’t ask as it’s not my problem. What is my problem is the regular who will be here in half an hour expecting his usual one on one forty five minute service. He’s a real nice guy, rich and brings a lot of business our way. He comes here once a week to have “Crystal pauses for second choosing her words carefully” a particular need met. “What kind of need” Laura says curiously from beside me “he likes feet” Crystal says staring at us both a little impatiently.
“Ewwwww a foot fetish guy no way, nope not me thank you very much” Laura stands up and
shivers dramatically to emphasize her point “I can’t stand people touching my feet”.
“What would I have to do” I say quietly nervously. Crystal snaps her head back to me “good for you sweetheart that’s the kind of attitude I’m looking for” she says clearly a dig at Laura’s reaction. “You don’t have to do a thing honey just sit right here” she pats the black leather chair that has the stirrups attached with her long black nails. “John or Mr Bruce to you is a real gentleman so let him lead the way honey but if there’s anything that you don’t feel comfortable with you just tell him and he’ll stop”
She looks at me for a few seconds and no matter how hard I try to hide it she can sense the sheer terror perspiring from me “look here, see this little button” she points to a little red panic button attached to the arm of the seat, I nod my head vigorously “if at any point you feel unsafe or threatened then you press that button and security will be in here within seconds, watch I’ll show you”
Crystal leans over and presses the button with the tip of her acrylic nail and as she said within a matter of seconds a huge security guard dressed in a smart black suit holding a radio in one hand and mace in the other ready to spray, bursts through the velvet curtain “you ok boss?!” He says assessing the room for danger,
“Everything’s fine Lexi I’m just showing our latest family member how efficient our security is” A satisfied Lexi scans the room one more time nods at all three of us then steps back out of the room “that’s Lexi he’s head of security, Russian and a magnificent fuck!”
The comment catches me off guard and I feel myself relaxing a little and let out a giggle ” that’s better darling” Crystal says giggling with me “ok it’s time for us to go John will be here any minute, you sure your up for this sweetheart” Crystal asks as she heads towards the exit “yes I’m sure” I say fixing my posture and rolling my shoulders back “I don’t usually allow my girls to drink unless invited to by the guest but you look like you need a little Dutch courage, have some champagne honey” Crystal gestures to a bottle chilling in a silver buck with two glasses placed at either side. “oh, one more thing honey the going rate for this job is £500”
Crystal winks at me and then closes the black velvet curtain sharply behind her. “£500 for 45 minutes work, holy shit!” I grab the bottle and open it as fast as I can I lean back in the chair close my eyes bring the bottle up to my lips and begin to chug as fast as I can.
“Can I get you a glass for that” startled and mortified I jump up from the chair as quickly as possible, the man standing in front of me is not what I had imagined, he’s way younger and way more handsome. “Um hi, Mr Bruce is it?” I ask extending my free shaky hand,
“Call me John” he says smiling and returning the gesture, his hands are big, warm and his grip is firm reassuring almost. He’s so tall maybe 6.2? With short brown hair except for his fringe that hangs down over his eyes like curtains, I resist the urge to reach up and move it away from his face so that I can get a better look at his deep brown eyes.
“Can I?” he asks again still smiling,
“Can you what”
“Get you a glass for that?”
“Oh, no thank you” I instantly feel mortified again realising I’m still gripping the bottle of champagne as though my life depends on it.
“What’s your name?” he unbuttons his expensive suit jacket and motions for me to sit back down he takes the seat straight across from me.
“Nicole”
“That’s a nice name, and what age are you Nicole”
“I’m 18” he looks surprised,
“I would have guessed that you were older”
“I get that a lot, I’ve always looked more mature for age” I confess.
He looks at me for a moment as if he’s trying to take a mental snapshot of my face, then proceeds to look me up and down stopping at my feet, I instantly feel a little turned on.
“Do you know why your here Nicole” he asks keeping his gaze firmly on my feet,
“Yes” I whisper nervously.
“Good, I don’t have a lot of time so I’d like to get straight down to business if you don’t mind” his tone is more of a demand rather than a request.
John takes off his suit jacket and tie placing them neatly on the chair, he unbuttons his top two shirt buttons giving me a small glimpse of his smooth pale chest.
“Sit back and relaxed for me” he instructs softly. My heart begins to pound hard and I deliberately concentrate on slowing my breath. John reaches up and pulls a stirrup down to his eye level he then places both hands around the top of my calf and slides them down to my foot, slowly he removes my shoe then carefully places my leg into the stirrup allowing it to hang down freely from the knee down, once satisfied with the angle he places each arm at either side of my dress and slowly slides it up exposing my slim thighs but stops just before my crotch, the concentration on his masculine handsome face turns me on even more
“Is this ok?” He asks staring up at me through thick strands of brown hair, I nod yes. He takes a small towel from the table then soaked it in the warm soapy foot bath still bubbling away. He doesn’t wring it out but instead lets the warm water drip before placing it over my ankle then sliding it down over my foot, it feels amazing. After a few more times satisfied he throws the damp towel to the side, he begins to rub my leg and foot slowly intensely, massaging my calf the heal, sliding his fingers between my toes, oh god it feels so good to have someone touch me like this. All of a sudden, I find myself with the urge to please him, to turn him on! I take the bottle of still cold champagne and begin to pore it down my leg, it trickles down my shin onto my foot and over his hands still busy massaging me it takes him by surprise, but I can tell by the look on his face he likes it! “You look thirsty” I say in a seductive manner and lock eyes with him. I wiggle my wet toes in front of his mouth and continue to pour, he takes my toes into his soft wet mouth and begins to suck the champagne from them his tongue feels so soft, he continues to lick the wetness from my foot and slowly makes is way up my shin to meet the bottle. I pour a little directly into his mouth then take another swig myself instead of swallow he sinks back down to my foot and dribbles the contents out of his mouth onto and all over my foot. I can feel myself getting wet and tingly down below. All of a sudden John leaps up in front of me and starts to kiss me passionately grabbing my thigh he lifts my leg into the other stirrup he leans against me and I can feel he’s hard, I grab the arm rests of the chair to steady myself “I want you inside of me now” I manage to gasp in-between passionately kissing. “Your ass is mine you son of a bitch” John goes flying across the room and lands in a heap on the sofa, “Are you ok miss” Lexi comes bounding over to me and lifts me out of the chair in one felt swoop, “Yes I’m fine
Lexi I, I don’t understand” I say pulling my dress back down the tears begin to well up in my eyes, I look over at John he looks just as confused as I do. “What the hell is going on in here” Crystal shouts flicking the velvet curtain out of her way as she enters the room “are you ok honey! What did this bastard do!”
I look at her with a completely blank expression on my face I’m so confused and shocked by the whole thing I don’t say a word.
“Nicole, you pressed the panic button honey, are you ok?” Crystal is standing directly in front of me now with her hand on my shoulders. “Pressed the panic I but no I” I start to protest, my stomach drops as it dawns on me that I must have mistakenly pressed it when I grabbed the chair, “Oh my God Crystal I’m so sorry” I begin to cry properly ” it was just a mistake, I didn’t mean to I look over at Lexi and then John “I’m so sorry, it was an accident!” I’m crying uncontrollably now.
“I think I better go” I hear John say quietly,
“Let me show you out sir” Lexi holds up his suit jacket then hands John his tie before escorting him out.
“Crystal I’m so sorry I don’t know what to say I’ve messed this whole thing up and now I’ve lost you one of your biggest clients and. Crystal cups my face and gains eye contact with me wiping away my tears with her hands.
“Calm down honey, you haven’t messed anything up and as far as John, well you just leave him to me ok, she gives me a warm smile.
“Now, I want you to go home, take a long hot bath and forget about all of this. I’ll call you in a few days and let you know when your next shift will be ok?”
“You mean you’re still willing to higher me even after all of this!” I say completely shocked!
“Of course gorgeous, the way you stepped up to the plate for me today and saved my ass consider yourself part of the Crystal family now.” She gives me a long comforting hug “Now off you go and don’t forget to pick up your check at the front desk before you leave honey.
…………..
The next day.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come out with us tonight, put on some sexy shoes a skimpy dress dance allot get really shit faces stumble home and then probably pass out in front of the TV at some ridiculous time in the morning?” Chris said while staring at himself in the mirror and carefully teasing his hair into a 90s boy band quaff.
“As fun as that sounds I think I’m just gonna close up go home and take a long hot bubble bath”
“You guys have fun though and be careful!”
“Yes mom” Tina sarcastically shouts as she burst out of the bathroom still putting in one of her huge chandelier earrings that she had bought from a stall on her lunch break earlier that day, the long black strap from her handbag is swinging from her forearm while her fake black leather jacket is hanging down only pulled halfway onto one shoulder, shuffling to the door in her six inch “fuck me” heels, she grabs Chris’s arm whirling him around and pulling him towards the door “come on hurry up” she whines “if we don’t get to the club before seven all the booths will be taken, and I do not plan on standing around at the bar in these 6 inch heels till one frees up like last time babe!”
“without saying a word Chris grins mischievously and blows me kiss before slamming the door shut behind him”
The salon is so quiet, peaceful at the end of the day. It’s always so busy and manic during the day, so noisy with people talking and hair dryers buzzing so loudly that you can only hear the radio in between blowouts.
I slump in front of the mirror stretching my arms above my head forcing my body into an arched posture “god that feels so good” Apart from the strip light above the mirrors the salons in complete darkness, relaxing my entire body I fall back into the chair resting my head and eyes I raise my legs up onto the work surface keeping them slightly bent losing myself for a moment in a tired relaxed daze. I hear the bell above the shop door suddenly chime snapping me back to reality.
“Sorry we’re clos….” I start to say As I strain to look back over my shoulder keeping my body and legs in place as I open my eyes I’m stunned to silence, I feel like a rabbit caught in the head lights it’s him! A little embarrassed I sheepishly stand up wiping the creases out of my uniform,
“Oh, hi?!” I say in complete shock, “listen I’m so sorry about the other day it was an honest to god mistake and” it suddenly dawn’s on me that I hadn’t given him any of my personal information apart from my name ” What are you doing here, how did you find me?”
He doesn’t say a word, closing the door behind him and locking it he just stands there looking so gorgeous with his dark brown eyes staring so intensely at me. He’s wearing a black shirt with two or three buttons undone at the top giving me another glimpse of his smooth shapely chest underneath and blue denim jeans fit to perfection.
All of a sudden I feel very self-conscious very aware of myself. I don’t know what to do with my hands I start to nervously fiddle with the clip in my hair, my heart starts to beat so fast and hard I’m sure he can see it pulsating through my slip.
“Is there something I can help you with, something you wanted.”
Without a word he charges over to me grabbing my ass so firmly with both hands he forces me up onto my tiptoes and pulls me up against his groin, I can’t breathe! Grabbing onto his rock hard biceps so as not to lose my balance our faces are just inches away from each other, staring into each other’s eyes so intensely breathing so hard and fast directly into one another’s mouths “oh god I could cum right now” I think to myself, he slowly lowers his gaze to my lips and begins to trace them with his tongue it feels so soft and moist I can feel myself beginning to tingle all over. Tracing his hand up my back and under my arm onto my breast he squeezes me so hard I let out an involuntary yelp of pleasure, he starts kissing me so passionately I almost cant breath, pushing his groin more aggressively into me I can feel he is hard, I’m wet and pulsing with pleasure and anticipation. All of a sudden he stops kissing me and looks me straight in the eye.
“I’m gonna fuck your brains out!”
Every fibre of my being is on fire, he rips of my white cotton panties as if they’re paper unzips my slip and lifts me up onto the workstation forcing my legs open he’s staring at me with such animalistic intention I don’t even notice him undoing his belt or pulling his zip down, all of a sudden he thrust himself inside of me so hard we both let out a gasp of pure pleasure, nuzzling his face into my neck he starts fucking me so hard I feel like a floppy rag doll that has to be held up almost feeling like I cant participate I’m in so much euphoria. After a few intense minutes I so wet and so turned on that I start to scream
“I’m gonna cum please I’m gonna cum!”
“cum for me” He breathlessly says as he begins to fuck me faster and harder,
“I want you too, I’m cumming for you!” Just at that moment I arched my back as he thrust himself deeper into me climaxing together!
Both breathless hot and sweaty he softly pulls out of me and stands for a moment kissing my face. Once we both feel ready he gently picks me up just enough to helped me back onto my feet, Tucking himself away he kneels down and picked up my ripped panties
“I think these belong to you” He Said with a cheeky grin on his face.
“umm yeah thanks” I reply still trying to catch my breath and feeling slightly dazed but completely relaxed at the same time.
Still smiling at me and now zipping my tunic back up for me.
“How did you find me then” I ask inquisitively.
“Now that would be telling” he says with a mischievous look on his face”
come on, I’ll give you a ride home” he offers sweetly.
“I live just around the corner” I say feeling slightly disappointed
“but thanks for the offer.”
“I want to see you again”
He says with sudden urgency.
I stand feeling very self-conscious staring at his gorgeous features still trying to comprehend what had just taken place.
He gives me one last lingering kiss on the lips and heads towards the door, just before leaving, he looks back at me and says with complete authority,
“I’ll be in touch and Nicole, thanks for the fuck!”