I was waiting for Aishah to appear the next Thursday for some more fear management but she didn’t show. At least not yet. But it was getting late and I thought she may have bailed. She needed to tan for her trip but I would just have to wait and see.
It felt a little weird. I mean the whole thing felt surreal. A model pretty girl comes to the salon to tan for a vacation and is paralyzed by extreme claustrophobia. I could never had seen it coming.
I left the doors open late on thursday in case Aishah wanted to come in. I mopped the floors and folded the towels and hoped she’d come in, but like Kita and Delaney maybe she’d simply ghosted me.
It happens in this business. It’s a luxury product. The girls come and go as they please. Spring break, prom, weddings, formal, or getting ready for the shore. That’s what we do.
I think back on how intimate our last encounter was.
The terrified claustrophobic and the voyeur. It was perfect. Her words about me sitting in the room with her while she tanned. Her lithe body. My lustful gaze. It was all so perfect to me.
I was happy to help, but to gaze upon such a vulnerable beauty was pure sex to me. I would always be the professional but I couldn’t resist the raw lust I felt gazing upon her perfect body naked before me.
It al; seemed wrong but so right in my twisted mind. Aishiah is so beautiful, and it’s almost like she enjoys me looking upon her. I understand the sickness and all, and we treat many clients for excema, seboria ,and psoriasis, but this us a new animal.
This is erotic in it’s treatment.
I can’t help but feel aroused looking upon this gorgeous young angel lying naked before me.
It was an awkward and weird moment but I did what she asked and we were cool. I have literally seen it all at this salon and I’m here to help.
I don’t know what to do and I don’t know what’s going to happen next. Maybe she’ll never return to the salon.
That would be good. Just never come back and then I never need to deal with this again. that would be perfect.
Why is Aishah not coming back in?
Should I text her?
No, that’s nuts and I should never do that.
Why is this driving me nuts?
Because I love her, (in a phicklephilly way) and she’s pretty, and I adore the vice of this dark transaction.
That’s what’s really going on.
She’ll never be back. Probably too good to be true.
Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.
Buy Phicklephilly THE BOOK now available on Amazon!
Listen to the Phicklephilly podcast LIVE on Spotify!