I’m wiping down the counter when Jaz enters the salon. Here is one of the prettiest women I’ve ever met and there’s such a penalty hanging on my head on this one.
It’s not a free tanning session. (I do that one all of the time and they all buy packages) I buy upgrades for the pretty girls I like. This is a brand new situation. This is a foreign lady who has caught me in a comprising position with a girl in the gym and is prepared to expose me on Yelp and social media if I don’t comply with her orders.
It all seems weird to me and I’m having oceans of anxiety about this incident. I wish it all never happened.
I’m wiping down the Alpha 6800 when Jazmin had entered the salon at 7:45. Fifteen minutes before closing. She looks stunning. Vermillion blouse, black pencil skirt, and heels. Her legs are bare and stunning.
“Hi, Charles. How are you?”
“I’m good.” (I want to sound enthusiastic for her so it’s not weird.)
“I’m so tired today.”
“Well corporate America can be a bitch!” (I’ve worked in the corporate rat race since the 80’s, so I really know)
“Well, have you decided?”
“What is you answer, Charles?”
“Yes… You’re lovely Jazmin. How can I refuse your request?”
It’s been an unconventional request but some of the best things in my life have come to me when I least expected them. Actually all of the most magical moments have come to me in unexpected ways.
“So yes… I will do whatever you want, Jazmin”.
God, this girl is on the right side of thirty and really pretty. I can’t believe the crazy things that have happened to me working at this salon.
Thank you Achilles.
The salon is now closed. The silence surrounds me.
Should I turn the music back on?
I decide to leave it off unless Jaz asks for it. I call her Jaz because I’m about to become intimate with a client and it’s wrong.
How can I even say that after what happened between me and Kita? (See: Kita – Reckoning and Double Dip)
Jazmin goes tanning and after about fifteen minutes comes out of the Cadillac. (We call that sunbed that because when it’s closed it looks like the front of an old Caddy.) She looks amazing. Her skin is darker and she’s just gorgeous.
“Where do you want me?”
This is insane.
“Go ahead and have a seat on the sun bed in room 9.”
I can just get down on my knees to do the deed.
I actually hate calling it the deed. Because I’m the benefactor here. A super beautiful girl holding me hostage to go down her. How bad is my life?
I stop by room 9.
“Charles, I’m frightened.”
“Then you can go now and we’ll never speak of this, Jaz.” (I’d never force a girl to do something she didn’t want to do.)
“I want this. But now I am feeling so much fear. Can you help me?”
“Jaz… you opened this event. Reach into yourself. You really want it to happen, right?”
“It’s going to be so nice and you’re not comprising your virginity or your virtue. You’re just going to have some good feelings and then you’re done.”
I am literally Dr. Love in this moment. This extortionist that has tried to pull some blackmail sex on me is now feeling nervous and scared.
If Jazmin will just relax, she’ll have a feeling she’s never known.
Jazmin is a virgin, so I need to go very slowly and be really gentle.
She’s sitting on the edge of the sun bed when I reach the doorway. I’ve brought a chair with me and I put it outside of the room in the hallway. I sit down. I don’t enter the room. The room is small and she’s going to need her space at the beginning of this event.
“I’m really scared. I can’t do this.”
“Okay. What do you want to do? Jaz, we don’t have to do anything. It’s okay.
“I think I need a moment. I still want to have this feeling, but I just need a moment.”
(Which could mean: Never.)
“Just breathe, dear.”
Jazmin takes a deep breath.
“In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Slowly.”
“Thank you for being so patient with me.”
This is a completely different woman than the one I met the other day. She seemed so confident and almost arrogant in regard to what she was demanding from me. Now she’s sitting here like a frightened teenager.
This is going to totally suck if she doesn’t pull herself together.
“Jaz. You can trust me. We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re just having a little stage fright. You decided you wanted to experience this feeling and here we are.”
“You’re right. Thank you.”
She seemed to be calming down.
“I assure you, Jazmin. You’re going to enjoy this experience. I know what I’m doing in this department. You’ve witnessed my work first hand. It’s just one of the many services I offer at this fine salon.”
She cracks up. That’s exactly what I was going for. Bring in a little humor to get them giggling to lower the tension.
“You’re so funny. Okay. Let’s do this.”
“Okay.” I remain seated. No need to rush.
“How do we do this? Should I remove my skirt or just hike it up?”
“To provide the maximum amount of freedom of movement I would recommend you remove the garment. But when you do that, I’m going to close the door so that you can disrobe in private. You’ll also want to remove your undergarments as well. Then I would ask that you take that yellow towel over there on the table, and place it over your pelvis to cover yourself. I’ll come back when you’re ready.
I think she was surprised at my tact. But it’s how I operate. This is a serious, life changing transaction. It has to be right for Jazmin. I can’t have a misstep here.
I return to the chair. I can hear her removing her skirt. Then the sound of her panties slipping down her slender caramel thighs.
I’m performing a sexual act under duress, but at the same time I’m trembling with excitement with what I’m about to do. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. To orally pleasure a beautiful virgin. I’ve relieved several women of the burden of virginity. I’ve been gentle and loving every time. This is no different. I will do my absolute best to bring Jazmin to orgasm as many times as her body and mind will allow for the very first time.
All without penetrating her.
I’ve got this.
I’ll be honored if she goes through with this. She could open the door fully clothed and call off the whole thing. Then what happens? Do we try again? Does she go with the evil Yelp review, contact the authorities, or just drop this matter entirely? I’m sitting here in the quiet salon.
It’s as silent as a morgue.
What am I doing? I should put the music back on. Just to create some atmosphere in this weird moment, I run to the front and hit the tablet. I pick an internet station that sounds like something sensuous.
I slowly walk down the long hallway back to the chair outside of room 9. I sit once again and wait.
“Yes, Jazmin.” (Can she hear my heart beating?)
“I think I’m ready…”
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