I let them have their fun, better than them knowing the truth..
I showed them a picture of what I wanted done, and handed them a envelope full of cash, which was well above what the asking price was. This salon had great reviews, but was still a struggling business during the recession in the wrong end of town where less and less women were choosing to live. They needed every penny they could get.
They gawked in glee at the cash, and got to work. I told them it was a surprise for her, so to put a blind fold on her as to make a grand surprise out of the make over. They cheerfully clapped and did this, without even asking Katee’s permission. The poor girl was swept to a salon chair, and the girls started going to work.
I stepped out to get some food, Katee of course was only allowed one meal a day, which she would have when we got back home. I spent some time making some appointments and arrangements for plans later in the day.
Finally, I got a call from the salon that they were ready for me to come for the grand reveal. I entered the shop again about 15 minutes later.
They brought Katee, out for me, still blindfolded in her slutty outfit.
“Perfecto” I smiled as I blew them a kiss.
Katee’s Perspective
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. These two witches were practically dancing for Mr. Wilson because he gave them a few bucks. Meanwhile, they were treating me like trash. They kept me blindfolded and in my chair even though I asked for them to let me see what was happening.
“Uhm you’re not the one paying honey” They would say. “Youre gonna keep that blindfold on til money bags says so.” They would joke at my expense
They pulled and prodded at my hair, making me grunt in pain. I had no clue what they were doing. I could definitely smell hair dye, and bleach. I could also smell and feel hot glue on my scalp, over and over again.
After seemingly hours of pulling, and bleaching and dyeing, they wrapped a towel around my head. Then they turned their attentions to my nails, to what I could only assume was them gluing fake nails on each one of my toes and fingers.
Next they dragged me up and took me into the back room, where there were no mirrors. Only here did they unblind me.
They told me to look straight ahead, and hold still. They quickly put on thick and long eyelash extensions on each of one my lashes. I had always had short boyish eyelashes, but had never even thought of getting extensions.
I couldn’t see my hair, but I caught glimpses of my finger nails, they were hot pink, and double the length of my natural nails. They looked good but I don’t even think I could pick anything up with them! What the fuck were these witches doing to me!?
When they were happy with my lashes, they rushed my blindfold back on, before I even had a chance to object, they hushed me. One completely changed her tone when she called Mr. Wilson
“Hi Mr. Wilson, your doll is ready for pick up.” They both laughed.
I couldn’t believe these women. That’s right, women were treating me like this. They were treating me like an object. I would expect this from disgusting men like Mr. Wilson, but not from my own kind!
A few moments later one went to go greet Mr. Wilson with her fake over-the-top nicety, while the other motioned me out of the back room. I felt like I was some terrorist hostage.
They counted down in their shrill voices “3, 2, 1, fabulouuuuss!”
As they brought me out and dropped my blindfold. It was painfully obvious that this was a reveal for Mr. Wilson, and not intended for me. I had no mirror in front of me.
I was met to Mr. Wilsons smug smile, and cold eyes.
“Perfecto.” He smiled before blowing me a kiss.
The ogre walked over to me. As usual, I wanted to vomit as he approached me. His hand reached past my head and grabbed my hair.. my thick, luscious platinum blonde hair.
My eyes widened as I saw him take hands full of platinum blond hair, lift it up, and let it fall back beneath my shoulders. I looked down, my usual shoulder length brown hair was now golden and reaching my belly button on either side.
It was only then that he put his large hands on my shoulders and turned me towards the mirror. My eyes widened again.
I had oodles and oodles of platinum blonde hair. These witches must have used two heads worth of hair extensions. It was hard to tell but I think my own natural hair was tied up in an over the head bun, and then blended into what I assumed was pounds worth of wavy hair extensions that made their way down to almost my ass. Part of me was petrified, but part of me was in awe. I always wanted thicker, longer hair. I didn’t care for the blonde though, I thought it made me look like a bimbo.
It was only then that I looked at my eyelashes. Again, part of me was shocked but part of me was in awe. My eyelashes were so thick, and so long, they had never curled up like this on my own.
One of the girls waved her hands through me hair explaining
“These extensions are glued in. They should be good for months, same with the eyelashes. And of course if you see your doll getting a bit run down, you know where to bring her for a tune up!” She laughed, prompting Mr. Wilson to roar in laughter.
“Do I ever.” I then felt his body behind mine, thrusting his pelvis into my ass. My sliver of awe at my new look was instantly dashed, and I instantly became nauseous. I felt his monstrish hands cup my breasts and squeeze. He pulled me into his body. I locked eyes with one of the women, begging for her to help me.
She looked at me coldly until Mr. Wilson said “Well done ladies. Babe you’re gonna get fucked so hard tonight.
The girls instantly laughed “Dammnn girl, I wish a man would talk to me like that. Thank your lucky stars bitch!”
Mr. Wilson sneered at me as he locked eyes through the mirror. He gave my tits one more squeeze before he released. I knew he wanted to send a message. Even in public, even in a salon full of women, I was his property.
He reached into his wallet, and tipped the women an extra $100 each. They cooed in excitement. He was rewarding them for their obedience.
Little did they know that the only reason this loser even has that cash is because he made me whore myself out online last night.
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Mr. Wilson’s Perspective
We walked out of the salon, and made a few blocks to our next destination. Katee looked so fucking sexy with her luscious platinum blonde hair, lashes and nails done. She now looked like the type of girl that would choose to wear the slutty outfit I was parading her around town in, rather than an innocent school girl being forced into it.
On the walk this morning, men were lusting after Katee, but were confused on how this sweet innocent young girl was with such a ugly old man. Now, with how she was looking, they were understanding. With her platinum blonde hair, bimbo pink painted nails and overall outfit, they knew her for what she was. She was a slut, a whore, likely with her sugar daddy. And they treated her like one. The comments were getting more lewd. I encouraged it as I would laugh loudly at each lewd comment asking to see her tits, fuck her pussy and even lick her ass.
The next place on the schedule was a combination of a tattoo parlor, body piercer and tanning studio. I had made the owner an offer he couldn’t refuse, so he agreed to close the semi popular spot to make this a private appointment.
I walked in, and greeted the owner of the studio, as well as his two employees. This was reputable, but a bit seedy place, compared to the beauty salon. It was dim lit. In contrast to the salon, everyone here was a middle aged, overweight male with a bit of a grunge ‘motorcycle gang’ look. Its a pretty good vibe if you’re a guy looking for a full sleeve tattoo, but I imagine a terrifying place if you’re a scantily clad teenaged girl.
I made a bit of a show. “Well pal, as you can see, my doll here is a bit pale.” I said as I stroked her torso. I wasn’t lying. Katee was drop dead gorgeous, but she definitely could use some color.
“Don’t worry man, we’ll get her glowing for you.” The man chuckled.
I gave him an envelope full of cash and left the place. Little did Katee know, but the owner gave me the key to the back door. I made my way to his office from the back door, and watched the scene that was about to unfold through the multiple security cameras.
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Katee’s Perspective:
I looked around at the 3 men around me. I was in a dark, seedy tattoo parlor. For once in my life, I felt a pit in my tummy as Mr. Wilson left. At least when he was here I had some sense of safety. Now that he was gone, I felt utterly helpless.
I looked around at the three men. All were looking at me like I was a wounded deer in the field. I looked up, trying not to make eye contact. I saw guns on the counter, as well as hung up on the walls. I immediately shifted my gaze to the floor.
‘Get a hold of yourself Katee’ I talked to myself. ‘This is a popular place, some of the older kids in high school actually went here for tattoos. Just be normal, be yourself, like you used to be at least.”
I mustered up a smile as I looked at the owner “Uhm Hi sir, where should I start.”
He walked up to me, without saying much. He had a full head of jet black hair, greased back. He was about half a foot taller than, me and at least had 100 lbs on me, much of it in his broad shoulders, arms, and stomach. He was wearing a black V neck shirt, but I could still see his two full sleeve tattoos, and chest tattoo.
He finally replied “Well, your old man wants some color on you, so why don’t we start there.”
“Chris why don’t we see what were working with under here huh?” He said.
I turned around, there was a man right behind me, I jumped as I didn’t know he was so close. This man was skinny, and at least a foot taller than me. He was bald, and had tattoos of a snake and lizard crawling up his neck and onto his temples.
He put his hands on my shoulders, as to calm me.
But soon his skinny fingers reached under the strap of my top. I immediately pulled away, but stepped right into the hands of the owner standing in front of me. He grabbed me by my shoulders.
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