The salon sluts part 4 - Sex Stories

The salon sluts part 4

As john pulled into his usual reserved parking spot, he couldn’t help but reflect on the events of the previous day. The shopping trip with the newly blonded Mitzi had been nothing short of a total turn-on. Today he would make the phone call that would give her the breasts that he had promised himself. He chuckled silently at the thought of giving her something that was actually for him. As he walked through the shop on the way to his office, he noticed a young girl talking to Barbi. What he noticed most of all though, was that Barbi was emphasizing the fact that she had told her never to come there. She had quieted down as soon as she saw John. John walked over to the pair still talking quietly. “Well, who’s this then?” John said slyly. “Oh, just my k** s****r.” Barbi responded. “You’d better go now.” She said to the girl. “Not so fast.” He said, holding out his hand. “You haven’t introduced us. My name’s John.” “Mine’s Lauren.” She said, shaking his hand. “I didn’t hardly recognize my s****r.” She continued, innocently. “Daddy would have a fit if he saw her looking like that.” Barbi looked uncomfortable and her face began to flush. She had been determined to reclaim John’s affection and, as a result, was dressed extremely provocatively, not to mention her hair and make-up. She obviously couldn’t have picked a worse day for her s****r to see her. She had taken extra time applying her eye make-up. Heavy black liner on both her upper and lower eyelids, extending past the ...

... outer corner of her eyes. Long false eyelashes with thick mascara. She had re-bleached and tinted her bleached blonde hair a pale silvery shade and teased it wildly. Her skirt barely covered her womanhood, revealing full fishnet seamed stockings that terminated into a pair of patent leather platform pumps with ankle straps and six-inch heels. A new pair of nipple rings were clearly visible through her skintight tee shirt, torn off just below her full breasts. Another new ring adorned her navel. In short, Barbi looked like a complete slut. “You don’t approve?” John said, glancing at a very embarrassed Barbi “My Dad never let us wear make-up.” She began. “Heck, I’m not even allowed to date boys.” “What did you do to your hair?” She said, touching Barbi’s stiffly lacquered mass of silvery white severely bleached tresses. “It looks like she’s really bleached the hell out of it, this time.” John said, enjoying Barbi’s further embarrassment. “You know how these hairdressers are, they all love to play with their hair. Right Barbi?” Before she could answer, John interrupted. “By the way, how old are you?” “She just graduated from High school.” Barbi said, protectively. “She just turned eighteen. She starts College in the fall.” “Well I just happen to be looking for another receptionist. Are you looking for a summer job?” “No she isn’t.” Barbi interjected. “Daddy makes her work the farm during the summer. “Well, I gotta go.” Lauren said looking one last time at her s****r. “I wouldn’t let ...