by Aspen Drake
After a deep cleansing breath, I turn toward Nate with the drape in my hand. “So, what are we going to do today?” I give him my best smile and step behind the chair, carefully attaching the drape around his neck.
He seems to be holding in a smile as he’s watching me. “Well, I could use a half inch off the top. Nothing drastic.”
I gently rake my fingers through his hair. It’s cool and silky. No products to ruin its texture. My mind briefly imagines doing this in the throes of passion but I shake that thought away and focus on the task at hand. Keeping my job.
Glancing up at Nate, I see his normally clear eyes are dark and that intense stare is back. This time he doesn’t seem angry or even curious. He’s more…hungry.
Watching his eyes, I see them dart down to my chest. I follow his gaze and realize my nipples are erect and spiking through my shirt and the smock.
Hunching my shoulders forward a bit to loosen the fabric, I step fully behind Nate so he can’t see my boobs. “No problem.” I cough awkwardly to clear the rasp from my voice. “Your hair is damp. Did you just wash it or should we get you over to Frankie?”
“Frankie isn’t in yet so you’ll have to do the shampoo.”
“Sounds good.” I can hear the cracks in my voice as I pretend to be cheery and confident. I’m neither and if he doesn’t know it yet, Nate will figure it out soon enough. “Please follow me.”
He nods and stands by the chair, waiting for me to lead him to the shampoo room. So, this is a role playing exercise. Fan-fucking-tastic.
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