(or The little shop of whores) I'd known Margo for some years, and she'd often told me to come down to her shop for a good hair styling.(or The little shop of whores) I'd known Margo for some years, and she'd often told me to come down to her shop for a good hair styling. I kept putting it off, and continued to go to my regular barber. Finally, one day, Margo stopped by my door and handed me a certificate for a free shampoo. "If I can't entice you down with freebies, you'll never come." Margo said, giving me a wink. The was she said "come" was very suggestive. So, I decided that I'd call and make an appointment for Wednesday, since I'd been lucky enough to get the day off. Michelle, the girl who took my appointment asked if one at 5:30pm would be alright. I said yes, thinking I could get some errands done during the day. When I arrived at Margo's, I could see why she had plenty of men as well as women at her shop. Her hairstylists were mostly young women about twenty years old up to about thirty-two being the oldest. And all of them were lovely. I walked up to the reception desk and Michelle told me that it would be just a few moments. I sat down and looked around at the place. Margo had decorated it nicely, giving it a warm feeling. Along one wall were the chairs for styling, along another, hair dryers with comfy chairs, footstools, etc. At the back there was a curtain which led to the area where shampoos were done. I could see two chairs back there, in front of large tub-style sinks. I was thumbing through a magazine when someone stopped a few feet away from me. I looked up, and thought I'd gone to heaven. Her name was Jacqueline, and gorgeous wouldn't be good enough. Very pretty, along the sculpted lines of Bo Derek or Linda Adams. Her hair was long, blonde and straight, reaching down to below her curvaceous waist. Slim, pretty, and a warm, pleasant personality. She led me to the shampoo area to start with. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as she wrapped the sheet over me, asking me how I was, and if this were my first time at Margo's. "Yes." I said. "This IS my first time... at Margo's." She smiled, catching my subtle little pause. "Good." She said. "I like breaking in first-timers." I chuckled and she leaned the chair back gently. |