Beauty Parlor Girls Every fortnight, whether or not the dictates of current fashion required it, Ace went along to Catherine's for a trim, a shampoo and the impromptu massage that had become a feature for certain regulars of the establishment. She arrived just after midday, when the few customers who'd taken lunch off for some follicle adjustment were being ushered out. Draping her coat over the back of the old leather couch, she waved to Alia, the twenty-six- year-old ex-punk who was nominally in charge of the Salon when Catherine wasn't in. Alia was wearing an old `Country Road' windcheater which came down to her knees. It had several strategically-placed rents, barely held together by lines of nappy-pins; carefully laddered black stockings and metal- studded suede boots completed the ensemble. Her glittering black, fabric-glue-stiffened coif, poking up almost a foot above her head, would have done Robert Smith proud. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, Alia led her by the hand around to the rear of the salon and pressed her into the chair, for her preparatory shampoo. This chair was a wonder; originally a dentist's chair, it had been installed by Catherine to allow a wide degree of flexibility, allowing the positioning of the client in practically any position. Alia smiled, humming to herself as she collected bottles of shampoo and conditioner. A young girl with shoulder-length pale gold hair, dressed in a grey school- girl's uniform, pushed aside the curtain and whispered something to Alia, who paused and then pointed to the chair. The girl smiled and entered the rear section of the salon, carefully closing the curtains behind her. `This is Sue. She'll be assisting in today's operation.' Ace smiled; Alia always referred to it as `the operation', the use of terms with secondary, private meanings lending a conspiratorial air to the proceedings. Sue moved around behind the chair, rotating it slightly so that Ace's hair fell into the basin, and began rinsing it with water which was only just on the bearable side of scalding. Despite her apparent youth, Sue was a skilled tactile therapist, massaging the first of several conditioning treatments into Ace's scalp with firm, insistent motions of her fingers. Meanwhile, Alia had removed Ace's shoes and was palpitating the ball and instep of her right foot with practiced brutality. Ace sighed with pleasure at the ministrations of the two young women. The new girl, Sue, had remarkably deft fingers. Whatever she was doing to Ace's scalp felt wonderful ('although she should lose that stupid schoolgirl drag', thought Ace). Catherine had conditioners and shampoos made up specially for her salon; they were scented with natural herbs and botanicals, and they smelled like the first day of Spring to Ace. The fragrant steam that swirled around her head as Sue worked on her hair was almost as relaxing as the actual massage. Meanwhile, Alia was alternating back and forth between Ace's feet, so as to keep her relaxation evenly balanced. Her strong hands knew just where the knots in the muscles were, and how to un-knot them. Ace wiggled her toes with relief as her feet and legs began to lose their tension under Alia's experienced touch. Waves of relaxation spread through Ace's body from her head and her feet, and she drifted into a half-doze as the 'operation' progressed. Sue finished massaging her scalp and washing her hair, and wrapped her head in a fluffy towel; then she continued her massage down Ace's usually-tense neck and shoulders. Meanwhile, Alia worked her way up Ace's calves, the expert pressure relieving tensions Ace had forgotten she had. It felt very good to just lie passively in the chair while the young women did things to her. In this half-aware state, Ace gradually realized that the waves of sensuous pleasure that swept from her feet and her head towards the center of her body had taken on a decidedly erotic overtone. Alia was now vigorously massaging Ace's thighs, while Sue's equally skilled hands were working on Ace's collarbones, just above her breasts. Neither of the girls was doing anything improper, but the experience was rapidly becoming more sexual than sensuous. The two younger women became aware of Ace's growing arousal. They exchanged a look; then Alia smiled, and her deep pressure changed to a titillating caress on the inside of Ace's thighs. Sue bent over Ace's head, their faces mutually upside-down, and kissed Ace full on the mouth, giving her just a hint of her tongue. At the same time, Sue's hands slid down to Ace's breasts and began a gentle circular motion on both nipples. Ace gasped, startled by the erotic intensity of the two girls' stimulating her at once. But the relaxed feelings from the earlier stages of the massage had left her in a "go with the flow" kind of mood, and she continued to lie passively (except for the occasional involuntary twitch) as new waves of pleasure swept up and down through her body. Alia proved to be as skilled at outright frottage as she was at massage, and without even removing any of Ace's clothing she stimulated her sex until Ace's hips undulated. Without missing a stroke, Alia bent her head to Ace's bare feet and sucked shamelessly on her big toe; the unexpected sensation almost made Ace cry out. But Ace's moans were stifled by Sue, who proved to be an incredibly good kisser; her soft schoolgirl mouth and busy tongue were an entirely new experience for Ace. Sue's hands were still stimulating Ace's nipples through her clothing. The combined stimulation was maddening; Ace writhed and sobbed, thinking that she couldn't endure this level of sexual arousal for long, but despairing of ever being stimulated completely to orgasm. The girls seemed to sense her desperation, and their four- handed performance intensified. Sue pinched Ace's nipples and thrust her tongue deeply into Ace's mouth, while Alia's strong fingers found Ace's clitoris through trousers and panties. Ace rose clear off the adjustable chair as her back arched with the first spasms of climax. But this was not like the sharp, intense orgasms Ace was used to. This rose slowly higher and higher, and higher yet, until it reached a peak unlike anything she'd ever felt before. The dropoff was just as gradual, subsiding like a wave washing back out to sea, lasting longer than she thought possible. For what might have been the first time in her entire life, Ace's body was completely relaxed, every muscle devoid of tension; she felt boneless, almost liquid, and filled with a feeling of peaceful satiation. She might have even fallen asleep, except that Alia and Sue were still busy. The girls were flushed and breathing rapidly; apparently by arousing Ace, they had aroused themselves as well. They clung together in a passionate kiss that rivaled anything heterosexual Ace had ever seen. Somehow they disrobed each other without breaking the kiss; soon schoolgirl grey and post-punk black were tossed on the floor, and the two young women were frantically caressing each other. Alia sucked at Sue's small, immature breasts, while Sue had her clever fingers deep in Alia's crotch. After some more frantic kissing and fondling, the two young women settled into a classic "sixty-nine" position on the floor beside the dentist's chair. Ace watched, mesmerized by the exhibition of lesbian lust going on almost at her feet. Although she was still sated from her own just-concluded exquisite experience, the sight of two women lapping each other's clits began to get Ace aroused again. But before anything more could happen, they brought each other to simultaneous sobbing orgasms. They lay together for a few moments, catching their breath. Then Alia got up and helped Sue to her feet. They quickly tossed on their clothes, and Alia came over to Ace and removed the towel from her hair. She began to comb Ace's hair out as usual, as if nothing had happened except an ordinary shampoo. Sue handed Alia the blow-dryer, and together they finished Ace's hair styling. "Okay, you're done," said Alia. Ace sat up and fumbled in her purse. She paid for her normal salon visit....and added a HUGE tip.