Bitter Cuts (2 page)

She went into the bathroom
and started to fill the vintage clawfoot tub, one of her few
pleasures in this world. She then unzipped her dress and let it
slide to the floor. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra,
letting the lace glide down across her double D cup breasts, her
nipples already beginning to harden. Olivia took her hands, and
looking in the mirror, put her hair in an up-do, and made a sexy
pouty face. She brought her arms down and in the process, grazed
one of her huge tits. She looked at herself in the mirror a little
more, as if she was trying to see beyond.
I might be chubby,
she said
to herself,
but I'm pretty
damn cute – and at least I'm not a bitch.
Olivia turned towards the bathtub and began to remove her
silk panties, and feeling a little sexy and confident in herself,
slowly pulled them down, gliding the soft material over her ample,
voluptuous ass, before climbing into the water.

Olivia soaped up the
loofah and scrubbed her soft, curvy body from head to toe. She laid
back in the water and sunk down into the suds.
Who the hell was that guy,
she thought,
he scared
the living hell out of me, but Jesus, was he hot or what?
She started to fantasize that he was actually
being nice because he genuinely wanted her, and as her mind began
to wander, she moved her hands over her pert nipples, and then
southward into the water to touch her plump and clean shaven pussy
lips. Her juices had already begun their flow as she started to
make tiny circles around her clit. She imagined the unknown
stranger walking seductively into the bathroom, carrying two
glasses of red wine in his hands, and wearing nothing but a towel
and a smile.

Long day,
huh,
he'd say, as he sat down on the edge
of the tub.
Yeah, it has been,
but it's better now,
she'd reply, sitting
up and taking the glass from his hand. He'd get in behind her and
began to rub her shoulders deeply, relaxing her more than the
spirits ever could. Olivia began to finger herself thinking about
his hands softly touching her all over, moving from her back and
shoulders to her breasts, playing with her nipples while he was
kissing the nape of her neck. As her orgasm began to approach, she
slipped back into her fantasy.

She imagined turning
herself around in the tub to face him, grabbing his hard cock with
her soft hands. He'd grab her wrist and pull it away, with the same
force he'd done to her before at the salon.
No, Olivia,
he'd say,
tonight's all about you,
as he sat her up on the edge of the bath and
started to lick the insides of her creamy thighs, then running his
tongue gently along the creases which connected her legs to her
hips. He raised his head to gaze into her eyes, and she looked down
at him, her eyes closing nimbly, biting her lower lip in
anticipation of the pleasure she was about to receive.

He ran the tip of his tongue up
her soft, wet, and fully engorged pussy lips, and then gently
penetrated her. As he worked his tongue slowly around inside her,
she grabbed his hair and threw her head back in ecstasy. She didn't
need much to get off, not with him and not in his current position.
Olivia furiously rubbed her clit back and forth as she imagined it
was his tongue that was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
She sank herself further down placing her legs on either side of
the tub, working herself to climax with great passion. She arched
her back as she felt wave after wave of pleasure come over her, and
with a deep moan, burst into orgasm and slumped further into the
water.

The next morning came all
too quickly, and it was accompanied by a massive hangover as the
alarm went off, jolting Olivia from her slumber and the bed.
Shit, I forgot to lock the salon
up,
she thought, as she slammed her fist
on the clock to silence it.
I
wonder if it's worth going in … do I still have a job?
Olivia laid in bed for a few minutes,
contemplating the scene to come at work, but figured she'd have to
face the music sometime. She also thought about her wonderful
masturbation session the night before.
Wish I'd taken him up on his offer,
she said to herself,
he sure can work miracles with that tongue.
Olivia caressed herself a little bit before
turning her head to check the time.
Damn, might as well get this over with,
she told herself, as she rose from the bed and headed to
the bathroom to prepare herself for the upcoming day.

George woke up in his
condo the next morning, having not received much rest. Thoughts of
his salon being robbed blind troubled him throughout the
night.
Who's responsible for
the losses,
he thought,
are all the stylists crooks are is it
just a select few? I swear to God, if Alexis is responsible for
this,
he said to himself,
it'll be the end of her.
Then his mind went to happier places, as he
imagined that gorgeous girl who ran out of Bitter Cuts in
tears.
I was such an asshole
to her,
he thought,
poor kid, shouldn't have scared her like
that.
He got up and jumped in the shower,
scrubbing himself off quickly before hanging his head under the
powerful stream. He closed his eyes as he grabbed his cock and
started to stroke himself back and forth slowly, imagining her in
the steam filled room with him, kissing him deeply, feeling her
huge, lathered up tits pressing against his hard chest. He jacked
off faster as he pictured himself running his hands down to her
pussy, inserting a finger inside her to make her wetter than she
already was.

You know I've
always wanted you to fuck me,
she would
tell him, as she bit and tugged on his lip,
think you can give it to me right?
He flipped her around in his mind.
That's it, baby,
she'd
moan,
fuck me just how I need
it!
He stroked himself harder as he
imagined his hard dick going deep inside her as she lifted her head
up to glance back at him.
Fuck
me hard,
she'd say, as he pumped his cock
faster and faster with his hand. He imagined grabbing and tugging
on her hair, as she begged for more of him.
Deep inside me, baby,
she'd
beg,
make me come hard!
George shut his eyes tightly and stroked himself
harder and faster, until his come exploded all over the back of his
shower wall.

As he opened his eyes to the
light above him, the beautiful girl disappeared from his view, and
the drops of water hitting the tub below came back into his range
of hearing. He sighed, wanting her more in the real world after his
session, but snapped back to reality and cleaned himself up,
getting ready to head back to his salon.

* * * * *

Olivia arrived early at
Bitter Cuts, and was relieved to see she was the first one
there.
Oh, God,
she thought, as she went to turn the doorknob
and discovered it had been secured,
if Alexis came by and had to lock up, I'm fucked!
She went inside and found an even bigger
surprise: the towels that she'd left in the dryer had been taken
out, neatly folded, and put away. She continued to worry and wonder
if Alexis had been there then night before, but something inside
told her she hadn't. She couldn't place her finger on it, but the
entire vibe of the shop felt … different, like it was more hopeful
and brighter than it had ever been before. Olivia wondered how the
work could have been done, but was never one to question a kind
act, and went about her way, preparing the salon for the others
which were coming soon.

Alexis walked in shortly after.
“Good morning,” said Olivia with a smile.

“Coffee?” asked Alexis, in
a stern tone.

“Right away,” she replied,
as she went in the back to make a cup.

“You might as well fire up
the pot for the rest of the girls!” shouted Alexis. “You think you
would have picked up on that by now.” Olivia returned with a mug of
java for her boss. “And for fuck's sake!” continued Alexis, “Why
are there no cookies for our clients?”

“I'm sorry,” replied
Olivia, “I just … “

“You were just stupider
this morning than most,” barked Alexis. “Get your fat ass into the
office, draw some petty cash, and waddle down to fetch some. Can we
handle that today?”

“Yes, ma'am,” replied
Olivia, biting her tongue and clinching her fists as she walked out
the door towards the local bakery. As she walked slowly, she
prepared herself for the harsh words that were sure to come
throughout the day. But on this morning, no tears came. Like she'd
felt moments before, for some odd reason, Bitter Cuts had a happier
vibe to it, and as she strolled down the street, she began to
imagine how things would be different if she had control of the
salon, what she'd do to really make the place a success. She also
started to daydream a bit about the handsome stranger, and how nice
it would be if she was walking arm in arm with him, on their way to
a local cafe for breakfast.

Olivia got the order and
walked out the door of the bakery.
Is that his car,
she asked
herself, as she thought she caught a glimpse of the handsome man's
speed machine. She rubbed her eyes and scanned the avenue, but the
vehicle was no where to be found.
I must be hung over,
she laughed,
as she headed back towards the salon, unaware that Mr. George
Bitter was hiding inside, wanting to see for himself how things
were actually run in his business.

As she walked into the door,
Alexis immediately lit into Olivia. “Jesus, it's about time!”

“We thought you stopped to
eat them on the way back,” laughed Jenna, as she leaned into one of
her clients. “We don't let pigs work on the hair here.” The client
laughed nervously as Jenna nodded at Alexis for her
approval.

“Don't just look at them,
Olivia,” shouted Alexis, pointing to the cookies. “Put them out so
others can enjoy them!”

George stood in the back room of
his salon, listening to the snarky bitches humiliate Olivia. “You
know you're never going to make it in this profession if you stay
that size,” said Jenna. Olivia glared at her, as Jenna had plenty
of thickness of her own. “Don't even think it,” replied Jenna. “I'm
Latina – it's natural for me.”

“Don't be a fucking
racist,” added T-Man. “We don't care for intolerance out
here.”

Olivia stiffened up, but managed
to conjure up a smile, and nodding, she walked back to the office
to put the receipts and change in the cash box. As she entered,
George hid behind the doorway, not wanting to be seen just yet.
Olivia continued to take the slow morning in stride, and chose to
spend most of it alone in the practice room, which felt more like a
prison cell than anything else. Yet, she continued about her day,
and the longer she practiced, the more she entered her own world of
perfect style.

As the hours went on, George
watched her perform her art, sewing tracks, coloring hair, and
creating up-do's. He found her talent exceptional, better than
anything he'd seen out on the floor, but it was her intoxicating
smile that he couldn't get out of his mind. He couldn't figure out
why Alexis hadn't given her a chair; she'd obviously be making him
a lot of money. George continued to lurk about the salon, making
mental notes of all the happenings in the place; he wanted to make
sure what really went on here before any major changes were
introduced.

The afternoon brought more
business; waxing, facials, ringing, perms, highlights and colors,
and men coming in here and there for touch ups. Every time
something went wrong, Olivia and her perfect smile were to blame,
and the insults seemed to bear down on her more and more as the day
progressed. She was strong through it all, however, and never did a
complaint come from her beautiful lips, which George stole glances
of throughout his time there. Just about the time Bitter Cuts was
due to shut down for the day, George was extremely upset, not only
because he wanted Olivia, but because no one should ever be talked
to like she had been, and if it wasn't for Alexis, the girl would
be raking in the cash hand over fist at the salon.

By day's end, the stations were
cluttered with styling tools, and the floor was an ocean of loose
hair. There were towels thrown here and there. No one bothered to
pick up after themselves, and Olivia straightened up as best she
could, without receiving a single 'thank you'. The stylists were
gathering their purses and counting their tips as Alexis was
accounting for the day's cash flow. Just as everyone was about to
walk out and leave Olivia there alone again to deal with the mess,
George could take the comments and attitudes no longer. He walked
out of the back office, clearing his throat and catching everyone
off guard.

“Georgie!” gushed Alexis,
as she went to embrace the owner. “When did you get back in town?”
George stopped her hug short, and when he told everyone to have a
seat, they all complied.

“My name is George Bitter,
and I'm the owner of Bitter Cuts,” he said. The stylists all looked
around at one another, and then over to Alexis and T-Man, who were
standing behind the main counter, doing their best not to bring
attention to themselves.