How can I service you?

Wednesday, one of my only days off for the week. I had spent the majority of the morning running errands and paying bills. After leaving the house around 9 am, I got home around 2:30 pm. I was all ready to relax when I took a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What in THE hell was going on with my hair? I picked up my cell phone and called my stylist, Salina.

“Hey girl! Do you have room to pencil me in today?” I asked her.

“Yeah, you know we not that busy on Wednesdays. You can come on by and let me take a look at that head of yours.” She tells me.

I hung up the phone relieved that she would be able to see me today. You see, I won’t let anybody go near my head. I had been growing my hair out naturally and it was finally getting to a state where I could see the good in going natural.

Salina’s shop, Naturally You, was a joint salon/ barber shop in the Metropolitan area. I had been going there since I started growing my hair natural and she was the only person I knew who could hook my hair up better than I could and do it the way I wanted.

I hopped in my car and drove down the freeway determined to get to Salina’s shop before the day wore on. After driving through light traffic, I finally arrived at Salina’s shop. I took a look at myself in the rearview mirror just to make sure that the floral scarf I had wrapped around my head was still holding tight. I hated to go to the shop looking like a hot mess. Even though I was going to the shop to come out looking good, I just couldn’t step foot in there without feeling confident that I was at least looking decent.

I sashayed my way through the parking lot of the plaza where her shop was and glided through the door. I took off my sunglasses and looked to my left at the brothas getting their hair cut. There were definitely some cuties in there, but my main focus was making sure that my hair was hooked up right, especially for work the next day.

In my line of work the amount of compensation you make depends greatly on three things 1. How good you look when you come into work 2. Your attitude and mood and 3. Hustling. Now I know what you are thinking, “is this bitch a stripper or something.” No, nothing like that, I’m too dignified for something like that.

Now if that is what you want to do with your life, then that is fine for you, but me….hell to the naw. I don’t think so. I happen to be an airport credit marketing specialist, also known as a credit card saleswoman. Basically, I attract people with my looks and seduce them with my attitude and then “hustle” them into applying for a credit card.

I get to Salina’s chair which is located close to the back. Her salon was pretty much empty except for one sista getting her locs tightened and another getting braids put in. I sit in Salina’s chair and begin my meditation process. She takes the scarf off of my head and begins to undo the side braids I had been rocking for almost three weeks now. I close my eyes only taking peeks at my surroundings when I feel necessary. On one such peeking occasion, I see the finest brotha I had seen in a really long time. My eyes drink him in, sipping on every feature he had to offer- from his white high top AirForce Ones, baggy (but not too baggy) light denim jeans, to his baby blue big face Polo shirt. He was a handsome chocolatey brown brotha with muscles everywhere you could imagine. He made me want to lick him to find out just how sweet he really was. The raunchy thoughts I was thinking had my panties moist.

Salina must have heard my thoughts because she suddenly said to me, “Yeah, that’s Kaden Charles. He’s the newest apprentice here. Cute ain’t he?”

I say, almost in a whisper, “Hell….yeah….”

My roaming thoughts were interrupted when Salina tells me to walk over to the shampoo station. I sit back in the chair and rest my head back until my head is surrounded by the shampoo bowl. Salina turns the water to the perfect temperature and begins rinsing my hair out. After she gets all the dirt out of my hair she pours shampoo into her hands and gently massages it into my hair and scalp. She scrubs away the dead skin and left over residue, then rinses my hair again. Next she puts conditioner into my hair and lets it sit in for a few minutes.

I began drifting off to sleep (because that is how I do when I get relaxed) when all of a sudden my senses were bombarded by an unfamiliar yet delectable musk. My eyes shoot open to see Mr. Kaden standing beside me rinsing the conditioner out of my hair. He must have noticed the surprised look on my face because he immediately told me that Salina had to take a phone call and that he was just helping her out.

Unable to formulate words, I simply nod my head and close my eyes until I hear Salina coming back to the shampoo station. I give her a look that says, “Why? And Thanks.” She just laughs and tells me to go back to her salon station.

Salina puts the golden dye into my hair then sends me to the hair drying room to allow it to sit for twenty minutes.

I sit in the drying room minding my own business when Mr. Kaden Charles walks into the room looking sexy as hell.

“How can I service you?” He says to me with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” I wasn’t sure if I had heard him right or if my mind was playing tricks on my ears.

“I said, How? Can. I. Service. You?” He replies. “I am a man of many talents. I could massage your feet. I could sing you a lullaby. I could do many other things. So, how can I service you?”

Now I know what you are thinking, who in their right mind would have sex with an almost complete stranger in a beauty shop full of nosy cosmetologists and patrons? I thought long and hard about what my reply to him should be. I thought about how this man could or would fit into my life. I thought about my own requirements and standards. I thought about how long it’s been since I had a long, hard, and strong dick inside my willing walls. Then I thought about having a good quick fuck in a public place.

“I have some things in mind that need a quick fix.” Hands down, my loins won.

He smiled at me with a Cheshire grin and walked to the back corner where I had been sitting.

He got down on his knees and took off my black thong sandal; caressed my foot with the strongest yet gentlest of touches.

I looked at him and said, “Baby, we don’t have time for foreplay.”

He got my drift, raised up from the ground and proceeded to pull down his jeans and boxers.

I was met by the longest, thickest, most beautiful black dick I had ever seen in all my twenty-something years.

He lifted me up out of the chair.

My face met his and he began kissing me with the lusciousest of lips. I got lost in his kiss and became amnesic because of the feeling of his dick throbbing between my legs. He took me to fantasy land with his tongue. Oh the things he could do to me with his tongue. At the same time he unbuckled my jeans and slowly began sliding them down my hips and thighs.

“I only have one request.” He breathlessly stated.

“What…what would that be?” I whispered back.

“You have to be absolutely quiet, but enjoy yourself. Can you do that for me?” He requests.

I nod my head yes, unable to mouth or say anything due to the magic his hands were working on my body.

He turned me around and bent me over the chair. He rubbed my bare round ass, then inserted his index finger into my already saturated pussy. When he inserted two fingers and stroked the ceiling of my pussy in a “come here” motion, I about lost it.

He knew I was ready and I knew there was no turning back. He slid a condom onto his throbbing dick and…

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Sorry lost it for a second….

He slid a condom onto his throbbing dick and pulled his ship into my dripping harbor. If you catch my drift. He began slow, but with some prodding and rocking he got my drift to bang me hard and fast. He pumped his dick in and out of me till I was about ready to scream, sensing this he covered my mouth with his hand and pumped in me harder and faster. I could tell this man was working my body over by the sounds my pussy made as his dick went in and out of my dick.

In my head it sounded like “Please, please” and “Yes, yes, YES”

With the fear of getting caught, the task of being quiet, and this sexy strong muscular dick-skilled man I came… over and over and over again.

This was a first for me on many accounts. Not only was it my first time fucking a stranger in a public place, but it was the first time I came in under an hour….hell in under 30 minutes.

I was exhausted when we were finished. Coming off the high of cumming, I remembered where I was and that approximately 15 minutes had passed. I quickly yanked up my pants, buckled my belt as he did the same thing. He took the condom off and discretely discarded it.

As he was walking towards the door, Salina entered into the dryer room. I was afraid she’d sensed something because she entered the room and had a look on her face that said “what’s that smell?”

“Glad I could be of service. Let me know when you need them again.” And with that he left the dryer room.

Salina didn’t sense anything or if she did she didn’t say anything to me. Not only did I get my hair hooked up, but I got hooked up too.

I went back to the shop about a month later to look for Kaden, but the barbers told me he left to be at his brother’s shop about 50 miles from Salina’s.

He may be gone, but I’ll never forget how he serviced me that day.