A handsome man walked into the hair salon. A rare occurrence.
The receptionist welcomed him and asked if he had an appointment.
“I’m here for my mani/pedi” he said.
She laughed spontaneously, unable to control herself. He was a large, muscular man with a thick beard and tanned, weathered skin. The quintessential manly manual laborer.
“Sorry” she said, I just wasn’t expecting that from someone who looks…anyway, sorry” she laughed again, but was embarrassed by her reaction.
He was completely unphased and smiled at her. “It’s fine, I get it.”
“Name?”
“Rufus Cocksman”
She laughed spontaneously again while apologizing again. She was starting to get the uncontrollable giggles. Rufus loved it and egged her on. In his baritone smoker’s voice, going even lower than normal, he said, “I want my cuticles so clean they could host a fuckin’ tea party. And I want that soft shimmer. Makes the calluses pop.”
She crossed and squeezed her legs while she laughed, and after a few seconds was able somewhat to control herself and said, “Have a seat, Delilah will be right with you.”
She was really cute, with long straight brown hair that curled up a bit at the ends, a nice fit body accentuated by her leggings and tight crop top, big unassuming eyes, and she smiled and laughed easily. This made her very appealing to Mr. Cocksman.
“It’ll be just a few minutes” she said to him unnecessarily.
“I hope so,” he said. “My heels are like cheese graters right now.”
He sat there still, back upright, but appearing very relaxed, and closed his eyes. She wondered why he wasn’t on his phone like every other customer. Minutes passed and he just sat there with his eyes closed, seemingly in some kind of meditation. She watched him from her screen through the security cam.
All of a sudden he opened his eyes and was already looking directly at the camera, and looked directly into her soul. She flinched and he started laughing.
Trying to sound as natural as possible, she asked, “What’s so funny?”
“You.”
“Me? What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
She pretended not to. “I really don’t…”
“Do I need to say it?”
She hesitated ever so briefly before replying, “Mr. Cocksman…” and then started laughing again. “Come on, Cocksman. That can not be a real name. Really?”
“It is my given name.”
“Given by whom?”
“Whom? You’re gonna use ‘whom’ in a casual conversation?”
“Is this casual?”
“Is it not?”
“I don’t know what’s happening right now.”
“What’s happening is you are being extremely unprofessional and I’m not sure I want to patronize this establishment after today…unless my mani/pedi is absolutely out-of-this-world fabulous,” he said in a sarcastic tone.
She smiled. “I give up, you win.”
He continued, “I felt you watching me through the security camera. Do you think we men have no intuition?”
She didn’t even deny it. Struggling to find the words, she just said “Fuck it” to herself and came out with, “Can I take you out to dinner sometime? Are you…do you have…I mean, shit. May I?”
“I am not and I do not. And it depends. Where are you trying to take me?”
She almost blurted out, “To heaven on earth.” Instead: “Ummm…wherever you want?”
“What were you going to say first?”
She just looked at him for a few seconds and said, “Yes or no? You won’t hurt my feelings if it’s ‘no’.”
“What is your conception of heaven?” he asked.
She just looked at him in disbelief.
He continued, “Do you think it’s possible here? In this place?”
“On Earth?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“I believe so.”
“Believe?”
“Yeah.”
He smiled a knowing smile and said, “Sure. I accept.”
Her pussy was already dripping wet.
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