I push open the door to Tony’s at 2 PM sharp. Decision made at dawn: my hair needs shortening. I crave this salon. Nestled in Nice’s heart, steps from my private gym. Everything centralized for my elite life.
Sparse crowd today. Tony tends an elderly client. His assistant, Nathalie, takes me. She slips off my jacket, stows my bag in the vestiaire. Leads me to the shampoo station at the back, near the UV tanning room and waxing nook. Exclusive treatments for VIPs like me.
The Privilege
Blue gown on. I sink into the chair, head back over the basin. Eyes shut. Surrender to her hands. Warm water cascades. Suds massage my scalp. Fingers linger, knead. Pure bliss.
Shampoo done. She guides me to her booth. Partitions of frosted glass, lush greens everywhere. Plush leather seat hugs me. I instruct: a light trim. She preps tools. I eye her in the mirror. Tall brunette, piercing blue eyes. Charming. Full blouse strains over breasts. Black mini-dress, sheer beige stockings on endless legs.
Scissors snip. Radio hums low. She circles. Heart races. Right side: blouse gaps. White lace bra. Swollen breast curve. She leans in. Nipple’s dark halo peeks. Mouth dry. Heat pools low.
She senses. Steps back. Smiles. Index traces my cheek. Fleeting. Resumes. Pulse thunders. I ache for her. Thighs slick. I lean back. Legs part. Right hand claims her thigh. Nylon whispers. Trance hits. No recoil. Silence consents.
Hand climbs. Bare skin above stocking tops. Groan stifled. Soaked.
Fingers hit panties. Rub mound. Part fabric. Sparse curls. Lips yield. Two fingers slide into wet heat.
Scissors still. Her breath hitches. Mirror shows: arm under skirt, legs splayed. Obscene. Glances confirm privacy.
Pump fingers. Thumb circles clit. She leans in. Blouse gaps: nipples poke silk. She tenses. Gasps muffled by Dido’s sultry track. Shudders rip her.
Blush blooms. She nods to back room. I follow.
Cozy space. Couch-bed. Dentist-like chair with stirrups. Full-wall mirror. Door shuts. She grabs me. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Hands strip my gown. Hike linen skirt. Knead ass.
I unbutton her. Free heavy tits. Pinch hardening nipples. She grinds pussy to mine. Mirror frames us: tangled elite sluts.
The Excess
Her hand dives between my thighs. Fingers probe. I writhe. Then she halts. Pushes me to chair.
“Spread.”
Panties off. Ass meets cold leather. She kneels. Head at my shaved slit. Feet in stirrups. Lips part. Hot breath teases. Tongue laps full length. Edge of orgasm.
Mirror view: her on knees, skirt hiked like a bitch. Fingers plunge pussy. Lips suck clit. Third probes ass. Ring yields. Filled. Grip arms. Delay bliss.
Door swings. Tony enters. Shame freezes me. But he grins. She doesn’t stop. Knows him.
He locks door. Unbuckles. Drops pants. Thick stubby cock springs hard. Strokes it.
I beckon. He nears. Hands seize shaft. Pump. Lick tip. Suck balls. Swallow deep. He grips head. Fucks mouth.
Pulls out. Massive. Positions behind her. Yanks thong. Rams in doggy. She freezes on my cunt. He pounds. She screams. Hope salon’s empty.
She dresses. Exits to dozing granny under dryer.
Tony sprawls on couch. Still hard. I straddle. Mouth revives him. Mount. Impale. Ride. Grind clit on base. Pinch my nipples raw. He swells.
Reverse. Offer ass. Cockhead nudges ring. Sink down. Anal heaven. Finger clit. Explode screaming.
Exit past 6 PM. Tired eyes. Fresh cut. Nathalie’s number tucked away.
