CHAPTER 1 I’d had a few relationships through high school, college and for a year or two after graduating. They slowly tapered off as I developed my own internet marketing business. It was long hours and I spent it pretty much completely alone in an offic...
Back in the days when studying for my marketing degree, I had a girlfriend who worked at the front desk of a salon. Sometimes, I would pick her up after work. I remember loving the smells and sounds of the salon, seeing how women would enter looking one...
My name is Hattie, and I’m a forty-three-year-old, married, black woman who owns a beauty salon near a racially mixed neighborhood on the outskirts of New Orleans. I’ve had to stay at home with the recent order because of the virus, and I brought some of...
I showed up on time for my hair appointment and Morgan, the young lady who was going to cut my hair, was just finishing up with a client. This was my first time to this salon, so I took the opportunity to look around while she finished up.When she was don...
"Next!" I called, more curtly than was professional. Nineteenth customer of the day can do that to a girl, not that I was counting. My calves ached beneath the cheap, gimmicky costume that was covered in other people's hair. Nobody in their right mind wan...
I steal another glance in the mirror. She’s still impassive, eyes down, on her work. They don’t meet mine. I try, and fail, to stop my own eyes from dropping. To the velvety expanse of skin under her throat, and down, down to that taunting, nascent cleava...
I had been in the city for two months on a consulting contract and had literally no spare time. The money was fantastic but I barely had time to eat, let alone sleep. I was desperately in need of a haircut so decided to find one those quick, no appointmen...
The Hairdresser (Lynette) I’ve always hated going to the barbers. Maybe it dates back to some traumatic event in my childhood, like being dragged there screaming by my father, but truthfully, I just don’t know. I just know that all through my school years...
My name is Jake, I'm 19 years old and this is a story about me and my hairdresser Sophia. Sophia is a 38 year old brunette, she's married to Ryan and they have an 8 year old son. She has been my hairdresser for a few years now and I've always had a thing...
