Lois sat in the chair in the salon, and she was the only customer. The girl at the reception desk had told her that the salon was closed except for her exclusive appointment. The reporter was slightly disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to get a feel for the real ambience of the place if there were no other customers, but she was enjoying the complimentary glass of champagne she’d been given.
The stylist, who had introduced herself as Dee Dee, stood behind her, running her hands through the reporter’s raven hair, which had just been dried after a shampoo. Lois eyed the woman in the mirror in front of her. She was what could only be described as the stereotypical salon bimbo. Her ridiculously curvaceous body was squeezed into a skintight pink spandex mini-dress that strained to contain what had to be enhanced breasts. Lois had to concede that she was a beautiful woman but her makeup was a bit on the excessive side and her hair was piled up in an overly elaborate style. She looked more like a porn star than a stylist!
“Well honey, what’s it to be?” asked the bimbo. She smiled as she watched the reporter taking another long sip of her champagne. The drug it contained should be taking effect now, along with the mind altering drug in the shampoo, which would have seeped into the beautiful brunette’s scalp and would have started twisting her mind.
Lois felt very relaxed and rather excited by the possibility of a new look. She felt daring, and decided to go for something a bit more extreme than her usual businesslike look.
“I think I need a real change. I’m tired of the same old look.”
“That’s just what I was thinking, sweetcakes,” replied Dee Dee. “And we’ve got just the right setup to make it happen!”
So saying, she gestured to a curtained area at the back of the salon. The curtains wee swept open by two hot young women wearing very revealing outfits consisting of leather, latex and PVC. A third woman stood by a chair and table, on which was an array of tattoo and piercing equipment. Lois noted with interest that all three of the women had severe goth makeup. One had a head that was completely shaven, one had a black Mohawk with bright purple streaks, and the third had her hair collected into two bunches, died a deep red. All three had bodies that sported beautiful tattoos and many piercings.
Lois smiled and looked up at the stylist. “You read my mind, Dee Dee!”
Watching all this from a monitor nearby was the client who had arranged for Lois to have the make-over from hell…
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