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.