school.
“I need some highlights and a sexy style. Something that makes me look younger.” She again gave Sex Piston’s body a haughty perusal. “I have a date tonight,” she said with a smirk.
“That’s nice. Anyone I know?”
“I doubt it.”
Crazy Bitch opened her mouth , but Sex Piston gave her a sharp look that silenced her friend. Allison wasn’t acting any differently than she had acted since they had gone to school together. She had long ago learned to ignore the cruel jibes she sent her way.
Sex Piston ran her fingers through the woman’s dull looking hair, which was in desperate need of highlights to hide the mouse brown color. Sex Piston walked in front of the chair and leaned back against her workstation.
“How’s your daughter doing?”
Sex Piston’s change of subject had an irritated frown appearing on Allison’s overly made up face. She had wanted to brag about her upcoming date and then eventually drop the name of the man she was going out with tonight. Allison had always wanted attention, no matter how she accomplished her goal.
“Fine.”
“I saw her the other day when I was picking up a friend’s kids from school. She takes after you, Allison. She was trying to beat the shit out of a kid that’s a couple of years younger than her.”
Her hand waved airily. “Girls are always having disagreements with each other. You know that , Sex Piston.”
“Yes , I do. And I know that if Brittany takes after you, then she’s a fucking bitch.” Sex Piston dropped her polite tone.
Allison stiffened in her chair , glaring at Sex Piston. “If Brittany was fighting with someone, then I’m sure she had a good reason.”
“I bet the reason has a dick that wouldn’t give her the time of day.”
Allison started to get out of the chair at Sex Piston’s insult then stopped , sitting back down. “Sex Piston, I’ll talk to her about her behavior. We were friends once, Norma. Maybe we could have lunch sometime, become friends again.” Allison’s sickeningly sweet voice was as fake as her tits.
“Allison , you can’t fix what’s already broken, you should know that. You were an ugly bitch when you were younger and you’re still an ugly bitch. Now you need to get your ass out of my chair and get the hell out of my shop before I take my scissors to that straw you call hair.”
“But I have a date tonight ,” she argued, unbelieving that Sex Piston was throwing her out, “with the football coach from Treepoint.”
“Cut and Shop is up the block ; I’m sure they have plenty of openings.” Sex Piston picked up her scissors.
Allison paled as she rose from the chair , turning toward the door.
“And you better tell Brittany that if she so much as looks at Keri and Meri, me and my crew are going to pay you a visit at Boutique Bags.”
Allison rushed to the door as Sex Piston took a step toward her with the scissors , brushing past Killyama, dressed in black leather. Allison gave a squeak of fear before rushing out of the salon.
Crazy Bitch started laughing at the woman as her car tore out of the parking lot.
“I take it you had a talk with her,” Killyama said, going to the soda machine. She reached under the flap, trying to snag herself a free drink after working the mechanism for a few minutes. With her orange soda in hand, she took a seat at one of the empty chairs.
Sex Piston nodded her head. “What are you doing here so early?”
Killyama shrugged. “I took a look in your appointment book to see her next appointment; thought I would have a talk with her. I should have known you would beat me to it,” she said glumly before taking a drink of her soda.
Crazy Bitch finished Mrs. Graver , taking the cape off. Sex Piston walked her happy customer to the door after the woman gave her a generous tip.
“Sorry about the show ,” Sex Piston apologized, not really meaning it, but figured she better say something if she wanted to stay in business.
“Don’t be . I enjoyed
“I need some highlights and a sexy style. Something that makes me look younger.” She again gave Sex Piston’s body a haughty perusal. “I have a date tonight,” she said with a smirk.
“That’s nice. Anyone I know?”
“I doubt it.”
Crazy Bitch opened her mouth , but Sex Piston gave her a sharp look that silenced her friend. Allison wasn’t acting any differently than she had acted since they had gone to school together. She had long ago learned to ignore the cruel jibes she sent her way.
Sex Piston ran her fingers through the woman’s dull looking hair, which was in desperate need of highlights to hide the mouse brown color. Sex Piston walked in front of the chair and leaned back against her workstation.
“How’s your daughter doing?”
Sex Piston’s change of subject had an irritated frown appearing on Allison’s overly made up face. She had wanted to brag about her upcoming date and then eventually drop the name of the man she was going out with tonight. Allison had always wanted attention, no matter how she accomplished her goal.
“Fine.”
“I saw her the other day when I was picking up a friend’s kids from school. She takes after you, Allison. She was trying to beat the shit out of a kid that’s a couple of years younger than her.”
Her hand waved airily. “Girls are always having disagreements with each other. You know that , Sex Piston.”
“Yes , I do. And I know that if Brittany takes after you, then she’s a fucking bitch.” Sex Piston dropped her polite tone.
Allison stiffened in her chair , glaring at Sex Piston. “If Brittany was fighting with someone, then I’m sure she had a good reason.”
“I bet the reason has a dick that wouldn’t give her the time of day.”
Allison started to get out of the chair at Sex Piston’s insult then stopped , sitting back down. “Sex Piston, I’ll talk to her about her behavior. We were friends once, Norma. Maybe we could have lunch sometime, become friends again.” Allison’s sickeningly sweet voice was as fake as her tits.
“Allison , you can’t fix what’s already broken, you should know that. You were an ugly bitch when you were younger and you’re still an ugly bitch. Now you need to get your ass out of my chair and get the hell out of my shop before I take my scissors to that straw you call hair.”
“But I have a date tonight ,” she argued, unbelieving that Sex Piston was throwing her out, “with the football coach from Treepoint.”
“Cut and Shop is up the block ; I’m sure they have plenty of openings.” Sex Piston picked up her scissors.
Allison paled as she rose from the chair , turning toward the door.
“And you better tell Brittany that if she so much as looks at Keri and Meri, me and my crew are going to pay you a visit at Boutique Bags.”
Allison rushed to the door as Sex Piston took a step toward her with the scissors , brushing past Killyama, dressed in black leather. Allison gave a squeak of fear before rushing out of the salon.
Crazy Bitch started laughing at the woman as her car tore out of the parking lot.
“I take it you had a talk with her,” Killyama said, going to the soda machine. She reached under the flap, trying to snag herself a free drink after working the mechanism for a few minutes. With her orange soda in hand, she took a seat at one of the empty chairs.
Sex Piston nodded her head. “What are you doing here so early?”
Killyama shrugged. “I took a look in your appointment book to see her next appointment; thought I would have a talk with her. I should have known you would beat me to it,” she said glumly before taking a drink of her soda.
Crazy Bitch finished Mrs. Graver , taking the cape off. Sex Piston walked her happy customer to the door after the woman gave her a generous tip.
“Sorry about the show ,” Sex Piston apologized, not really meaning it, but figured she better say something if she wanted to stay in business.
“Don’t be . I enjoyed
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