1. The Salon sluts part 1


    Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Mature, Author: mrwolf75, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    bleach it a little lighter again this time, okay?” Jennifer’s heart sank. She had already been told that her hair was becoming damaged from all the bleaching. Her hairdresser had almost refused the last time she asked him to make it lighter. “But Sir, She pleaded, “Jerome said last time, that I wouldn’t be able to go any lighter. He didn’t even want to take my hair this light.” “Nonsense, Jennifer.” John said smiling. “I see women all the time with hair bleached a lot lighter than yours. Now you tell this Jerome guy that you want your hair bleached much lighter this time. Do you understand?” Jennifer nodded, sheepishly. “When you come in tomorrow, I don’t want to see any yellow in that hair at all. I don’t want to see any COLOR in it at all. I want to see it platinum blonde. You Spanish chicks look really hot with your dark eyes and that really white bleached hair. Believe me, you’ll thank me when you see how sexy it looks. Oh and Jennifer, if he can’t do it, you call me. I know someone who can.” As john left the reception area, he heard Jennifer pushing the buttons on her phone. He entered his office as he heard her say, “Mrs. Pennington?” An hour later, Suzanne Pennington entered the reception area to find John sitting behind the big oval reception desk. “Where’s what’s her name?” She asked, with a catty smirk. “You mean Jennifer?” He replied with a wink. “I gave her the afternoon off to go do something with her hair.” “Thank God!” Suzanne snapped. “She looks like such a ...
    slut with all that makeup and fake blonde hair. Certainly not the type of first impression I would want to make if I owned this business.” John grinned to himself as he ushered Suzanne in to his office. He had already fantasized about the potential he saw in the typical career minded businesswoman who insisted he call her ‘Suzanne’. As he sat behind his desk, he surveyed his latest challenge. She was older than most of his conquests, probably mid thirties, he figured. She had a pleasant face, lightly made-up with button earrings and a pearl necklace. Her brown hair was cut into a conservative chin length pageboy and tucked back behind her ears. The color was obviously natural. He watched her thick natural eyebrows raise, causing wrinkles in her forehead whenever she was stressing a point. John found this intriguing, as she was obviously trying to impress him with her confidence and professionalism. Her dark skirt hung to the middle of her calf and she made a point of continually smoothing it down as she spoke. John decided to make his move. “Ah, Suzanne?” he said with a grin. “Would you mind doing me a little favor?” “What kind of a favor?” she said, in an apprehensive voice. “I went to the Eye Doctor earlier this morning and he said I had a small hemorrhage in the Iris of one of my eyes. Quite frankly, I’ll be damned if I can see it. Would you mind looking into my eyes? Maybe you can see the damned thing.” Suzanne looked skeptical, but agreed. After all, she did want this job. ...
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