Ororo wore a bikini top, a pair of shorts that she had borrowed from Kitty and short high-heeled sandals on her way to Salon La Bliss. With every step she took, a naughty thought passed through her mind. Kitty’s shorts were too tight for her. The tight denim had snaked its way up her ass, squeezing into her cheeks, and leaving very little of her generous posterior to the imagination. The thought that she was showcasing her well-toned ass for any potential passersby to see sent another tingle up and down her body. It felt oddly right to have her body be on full display.
Rounding a corner, she saw the entrance to the salon - and it seemed to be already open. The BLISS female staff had already taken their places inside the shop, sashaying their outrageous figures all around the fancy beauty parlour, and Ororo made the connection in her mind.
‘Of course they report to the salon so early,’ she reasoned, even through the thick fog in her mind, ‘That’s why they all look so perfect.’
The thought of looking perfect sent a worried pang through her, and Ororo pursed her lips in a sad frown as she recalled how she must look with her hair that would have normally been styled high into a soaring Mohawk. She was so distracted that she never saw the familiar woman rushing towards the salon. It was only at the last second that both women avoided one another.
“Oh, I am so sorry,” Ororo declared, feeling foolish. However, when she realized just who she had nearly ran into she flashed a wide, beaming smile.
“Olivia!” the African woman giggled, “Fancy running into you here!”
The caramel-skinned med student giggled and gazed up at the taller woman, before she flashed a wide smile of her own, a near mirror to any of the BLISS female staff, “Quite literally,” she joked, “So it seems like we both had the same idea this morning.”
Ororo giggled at Olivia’s statement, her eyes drinking in the other woman. Olivia wore a dark blue one-piece bathing suit with a thin white trimmed tunic over it.
“Well, I woke up…” Ororo smiled, and trailed off as she let out an open shudder just thinking back to just how she had woken up. Praying that the other woman hadn’t noticed, she beamed a bright smile in the hopes of taking Olivia’s mind off her reaction, and shook her head as if to clear the thought away, “Anyway, I woke up and felt the sudden urge to get my hair done, and isn’t it wonderful that Salon La Bliss is open so early!”
“I know just what you mean!,” Olivia smiled. “I’ve been waaaaaay too busy these past few months to do anything to mine. I’ve just been throwing it in a ponytail or messy bun for way too long.”
“You could totally use some BLISS magic,” Ororo reassured her, somehow knowing what that meant, “But I took a looked at myself in the mirror and felt that something finally had to be done about this,” the regal woman spoke, wrinkling her nose and pulling at a strand of limp white hair, “Really, Olivia. What was I thinking?”
“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head. The stylists will help you. I just know it. They’ll make you pretty,” Olivia declared confidently.
“BLISS will help me. BLISS will make me pretty,” Ororo purred, a sudden vacant look had fallen over her eyes. Olivia gazed up at her and her own once-alert eyes becoming absolutely dazed.
“BLISS is life!” both women gasped as one, and without knowing it, they both felt a small shudder pass through them.
“Let’s go!” Olivia beamed once more. She took Ororo by the arm and led the taller woman into the salon. Both women panted slightly to catch their breath.
Upon entering Salon La Bliss, both women smelled the pleasant aroma. It only added to their happy moods. Storm and Olivia walked up to the front desk where a full-figured brunette sat behind the reception desk. Ororo was about to introduce herself and Olivia, when the woman rose up and greeted them.
“Like, Ororo Monroe and Olivia Cole! It is soooooo amazing that you have, like, come,” the woman gushed, her large tits wobbling in her tight little dress with every inflection of her breathy voice, “We’ve, like, been expecting you!”
Warning alarms should have been going off in both women’s minds at the realization that they had been expected in the salon, but instead the. Ororo simply giggled in delight at this latest development.
“Expected us?” Olivia asked, her tone curious, but not hostile.
“Yeah!” the receptionist squealed. “We just, totally knew a pair of babes like yourself would want to get all prettied up! And at BLISS, we’re all about service!”
The receptionist licked her lips before smacking them against each other in a wet-sounding ‘plop’, amd stood up to her full height.
“Now, hold your horses, my lovelies, and I’ll grab two stylists to get started on you immediately,” the receptionist breathed, before sashaying into the back of the salon. Ororo and Olivia simply looked at one another and smiled.
“I’m so excited for you, Ororo,” Olivia said, looking up at Storm’s hair, or lack of it. Storm simply smiled.
After a few minutes, the brunette returned with two BLISS stylists. A gorgeous Hispanic stylist guided Olivia back, while a leggy redhead with slicked back hair named Brie took Ororo. Both women were so happy that they were being led deeper in the salon. They were so happy happy they were going to be made pretty by BLISS. Both were taken aback by the stylishness of the salon. The walls were lined by salon chairs that all seemed to be occupied by the voluptuous staff members as they had their hair, makeup and nails done so they could look their very best for the guests that day, and inside her foggy mind, Storm felt that was simply wonderful. She smiled her wide, beaming smile.
It was only when Olivia’s stylist stopped at an open stylist station and welcomed the med student to sit down did Ororo’s smile falter. She looked down and saw that both seats next to Olivia would be occupied by the female BLISS staff.
“Where am I going to sit?” Ororo asked.
“I have just the place for you, sweetie,” came the purring voice of her own stylist.
“I will see you later, Ororo,” Olivia called to her friend, “I can’t wait!”
Ororo smiled and was led further back. The once-fierce leader of the X-Men didn’t like that she was going to be apart from everyone else. Finally, Brie led her to a private room that was filled with interesting-looking devices that looked completely out of place in a beauty salon. Ororo’s poor, foggy mind was so confused and she asked, “Um, Brie, why are we back here?”
“It’s so simple, Ororo, honey. We need to help you regrow your hair,” Brie explained, as she sat Ororo down in a salon chair. She slipped a big pink salon smock over her slender frame.
“Did I tell you I wanted to regrow my hair?” Storm asked. She really couldn’t remember.
Brie explained further, “You know, Ororo, regrowing hair is a big project, and it requires special technology. Technology that only BLISS can provide.”
“BLISS is life,” Ororo murmured. Her troubled thoughts seemed to be washed away as if by a big ocean wave, and she gazed up at the sexy stylist behind her in the reflection of the mirror. Her eyes were once more completely dazed.
“Yes, Ororo,” Brie nodded and smiled down at the chocolate-skinned woman. She ran her hand absentmindedly through Storm’s limp mohawk, “BLISS is life.”
With that, Brie began to get started on Ororo.