Kita popped into the salon for the last time before she goes to Florida for winter break. She leaves on December 12th and will be back in January on the 8th. I’ll miss her when she’s gone, but I kind of need a break from her to reassess my feelings for her.
I give her some crackers, and she munches them happily because a we all know by now, baby loves snacks.
She wants to try one of the stronger tingle lotions tonight. She’s fearful to put it on all over so I tell her we should just put a small amount on her forearm about the size of a half dollar.
I take some from one of the bottles on the shelf and put it on her arm. I like that she lets me gently massage it into her skin. I love touching her and she’s so soft and supple. This to me is an intimate moment. She looks up at me as I gently caress her forearm, rubbing in the lotion. She smiles. I go in for the kiss. Her lips yield to me.
“Gonna miss you Kita.”
“Mmm… You too. That felt good.”
“The kiss or the lotion?”
“Both! That felt so good I wish you could do the rest of me!”
My brain explodes with erotic images of me rubbing the lotion all over Kita’s nubile body.
Kita giggles. “All right. I need to go tan. Then I have to go home and do one more paper for finals, and then pack for Florida.
Off she goes into Room #2 with the Sweet & Sexy lotion I got for her.
While she’s tanning, I’m thinking how much I’ll miss her and how we may be possibly be hiring her in January to work here part time. I wonder how that’ll change the dynamic of our relationship. If we do hire her she’ll probably work the shifts I don’t so I’ll rarely see her. That would suck, but then she could tan for free and will probably go tanning even more than she does now. Maybe we’ll step up our little game outside of the salon. Maybe we can get together for lunch, dinner or some weekend fun.
Who am I kidding? Her working here would mean she would work on Saturday from 11 to 5 and I’d work Sunday, 11 to 4. That pretty much kills any weekend plans I could make with her. She doesn’t drink so I can’t meet her for a drink. Maybe I could take her to Dan Dan one night after she finishes work for noodles and pot stickers. (Local Asian cuisine on 16th and Sansom Street) I’m sure she’d love that. I’ll figure something out. Who knows, I’m so fickle that by the time she comes back after a month I may have either:
A: Moved on to another romantic target, or B: Simply lost interest.
I’m not going to worry about it. Kita finishes her session and comes back to the counter to chit chat for awhile.
“Kita, could you run into Room 5? There’s a grey plastic bag on top of the microwave in there. Could you bring it to me?”
She scampers off like a puppy and does my bidding. When she comes back she sets it on the counter.
“Oh my God! I love it! Thank you. (Hug and kiss) “That’s from the snack company you always get me. I saw them on the website and loved them and you got them for me. You’re amazing! Thank you!”
“Merry Christmas, Kita. I’ll Miss you.”
“I’ll send you texts and pics from Florida.”
“That’ll be great Kita.”
“This is so nice. I feel like I should have baked you cookies.”
That’s a nice verbal guilty gesture but I already know that poor Kita is so self absorbed and vacant, that not only will that never happen, she’ll vanish in the next few days without a word.
I love this little nut but only because she’s cute and I’m enjoying our banter. The confused kisses are delicious and wonderful but I know she has no idea who she is. Is there a way I can navigate that into a passionate love affair? I don’t know. Do I want that? Of course. Phicklephilly has always been an elegant dating blog, but given the chance, I would split little Kita like a ripe melon. I would bring her to places she’s never imagined.
Kita is enjoying free lotion, snacks, pepper spray and snacks, and there is a lion in the grass that’s ready to spring forward and fuck her back to China. It’s like a present wrapped in a gift that pokes your palm.
Kita jumps up and hugs me. She immediately puts my hands on her breasts and kisses me. Her nipples are always hard, like pretzel bites. God I love her, but I’m so confused.
Okay… she’s going to Florida for a month on winter break. She says she’s going to text me and send me pics of her town. That would be great but I know that’s never going to happen.
She wants a job here at the salon. Probably not happening either. Achilles likes to keep it simple and tight, and we’re fine with the way it is now. I’m the king of this place with multiple five star Yelp reviews. We want to light the fitness part of our business, we don’t need outsiders. If I bring honey in, it would be just to give me a day off.
She leaves the salon and says she’ll be back for one more session, but I know It’s a lie. All my beautiful babies are so unreliable.
It’s okay. They all do this.
Kita left the salon with her treats and for the moment, it was done.
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