I worked all weekend. Of course Summer who I love, is off in Syracuse with family and I’m stuck running the salon. I have no life so I take her shift. I love using words like “I have no life”, because my life is so rich with friends and attractive women.
The salon is so dead so my partner has basically paid me to write my blog all weekend.
The last time I tanned my baby was Tuesday. She had an amazing dinner with me at Gran caffè l’Aquila after that memorable night.
I haven’t seen her since then.
Saturday is a financial bust. Sunday’s even worse. There’s nothing going on and it’s been raining all day. I go to Macdonald’s for breakfast which is always amazing despite the homeless factor out front. The black girls working there are always pretty and I want them all just like my girlfriend who used to work there.
Despite the controversy Macdonald’s continues to generate a solid product despite what my vegan daughter, Lorelei says about it.
Lovely Kita appears and charges at me with a hug.
Apparently after our date thing are different. You don’t hug awkwardly around the face and shoulders. Kita gives me fuck body and leans her firm slender thigh between my legs and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“Today’s the day!”
“Yep! Twenty minutes in the sunbed. You’re the only one we’ll let do it.”
“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it, Charles. I feel so pale.”
“Are you ready?”
“Okay. You go into #2 and have your regular session, and when it’s finished, I’ll send you again under the house account so it doesn’t look like you went two times in a row. It’s all been approved by Achilles.”
“Yay! Can’t wait.”
Off she goes to tan. She closes the doors to the room. I think about how there’s been no talk about JR the ex, or Steve the new potential beau. I like that. I also think about what she said about feeling pale. She has a better and darker tan than almost any other client that comes in here. I can only think of three other people who are as dark as she is. I really believe people can become addicted to anything. I think Kita is addicted to tanning. I wonder where that comes from? Is it like an eating disorder? Is it a beauty thing? I can never be tan enough. I can never be pretty enough. I don’t know but I definitely think this chick is addicted in some way to this activity. She eats well. She can’t drink. Doesn’t smoke. She’s very fit. That’s a clean vessel. I’m going to look into this subject.
Her session ends and I send the second one in after it.
“Hit the start button, Kita!”
I hear the bed awaken and the lights come on again. Off she goes for another ten minute session.
I finish cleaning up and folding the last of the towels. The place has been dead today, so everything’s done. Dusted, swept, and mopped.
When Kita emerges I’m sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting area. She immediately goes to look in the mirror down the hall. I’ll have to say something complimentary about what she just did when she comes back up here.
She pops from around the corner of room one. “Do I look darker?”
“Come closer. I can’t really tell from here.”
Kita takes two steps toward me. “Now?”
“I don’t know if I can tell if you got anything.”
That’s when Kita approached me and sat down in my lap and put her hands on the back of my neck. She put her pretty little face up to mine. Her nose a few inches from mine.
“How about now?” she purrs…
I instinctively kissed her ripe lips. Our tongues swirl together for the very first time. Her mouth is sweet and her body yields to mine. I run my hand through her soft locks. It’s a deep passionate kiss that is needed more to break the tension than anything. I knew if she got close enough to the lion again I’d surely bite this little lamb.
She draws back from me, smiling and licking her slick lips.
“I needed that.”
“Me too!” I hiss.
She stands. My hands slide along her slender tan thighs.
“You working Tuesday?”
“Cool. I’ll see you then!”
She simply turns and puts her index finger to her lips.
Then she’s gone.
I’m left sitting here alone in the silence of the salon with a stunned look on my face.
That, and my pants are feeling a little bit tighter.
That little Minx!!
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