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your hair.” And with that, she left the room.
    My hand traveled down to touch the area. My pussy was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. The entire expanse felt silky, albeit a bit tender at the moment. I let my finger move into my folds and up over my clit. The chamomile tea laced with love potion combined with the shot of wine served to heighten the arousal I felt. I let my fingers work my clit until I felt a contraction and a spurt of fluid down my leg.  
    Someone knocked at the door. I sat up, a bit dazed, clutching the blanket around me. “Yes?”
    “Just checking to see how you’re coming along. Max is waiting for you at the reception desk.”
    “Be right there.” I grabbed the robe, put my feet in the disposable slippers on the floor, and scurried out.  
    “You must be Jen.” A tall, thin man held out his hand.  
    “Max?”
    “Yes. So pleased to meet you. Follow me, please.”
    Max led me to his chair, and I sat down. He immediately ran his fingers through my hair, playing with it gently. He pulled it one way, then the other. He took a large clip from his pocket, lifted my hair up off my neck and away from my face, secured it with the clip, and stood back.
    “You are too beautiful to hide behind all that hair. And your natural color, though it once must have been lovely, is now dull and streaked with gray. You are needlessly making yourself look older.”
    I patted the hair scrunched up in the clip. “I’ve had long hair all my life. Never short. What did you have in mind?”
    “Blondie told me you are ready for change. A new look. Is that true?”
    I nodded, but probably looked doubtful.
    “Do you trust me to give you a makeover? You don’t know me, it’s true, but I can see you in a way that you don’t. I see a beauty within you that needs to be revealed, not covered up with massive hair that is past its glory days.”
    If I hadn’t been sedated by the tea and wine, I might have taken offense, but I looked into Max’s eyes. He was a handsome man about forty years old. Although thin, he appeared toned under his black shirt, unbuttoned to mid-chest, and tight black pants.  
    I took a deep breath. “You’re right. I don’t know you, but Blondie hasn’t steered me wrong yet. Go ahead.”
    Max lit up. “Wonderful. This is what we’re going to do.” He swung me around so I faced away from the mirror. “It will be easier on you if you don’t watch. I will cut your hair, then apply the color. While your hair is processing, you can get your manicure and pedicure. You’ll have lunch while the polish is drying, and then Carina will apply your make-up. Finally, you’ll come back to me, and I’ll blow out your hair. Then you can look at the new you. Ready?”
    I bit my lip. This was my last chance to back out. I heard Blondie’s voice in my head. Keep doing the same thing, and you’ll get the same results .
    “I’m ready,” I said.
    I closed my eyes and felt Max release the clip from my hair. He pulled a comb against my scalp and sectioned off a piece. I heard the snip of the scissors and felt a lock of hair fall past my cheek. I opened my eyes to see a long section of hair lying in my lap.
    Max stood facing me as he cut. “Keep your eyes closed for now.” I obeyed.
    Snip, snip, snip went those scissors for what seemed hours. I tried to think of some clever conversation, but couldn’t, so I remained silent. Finally, Max spoke.
    “I’m going to get your hair color mixed. Do not touch your head or turn to look in the mirror. Promise?”
    My heart fell. Was it so bad that he didn’t want me to see? No, it’s probably because he wants me to wait until he’s finished, I tried to assure myself.  
    “Promise,” I managed to squeak out.  
    Max put his hand on mine, which was gripping the arm of the chair. “You look fabulous already, but it’s going to get even better.”
    I smiled and nodded. “I won’t look.”
    As soon as I heard him walk away, I opened my eyes and looked directly