I’m working at the salon as usual. Just another night. It’s 7:45 and we’re 15 minutes away from closing.
Jazmin enters the salon. She’s smoking hot and Middle Eastern gorgeous. Raven hair, caramel skin, green eyes, (Wow), and petite. She is absolutely breathtaking.
She’s wearing a white blouse and a black skirt. The hem is mid-thigh. Her caramel legs are exquisite. She’s wearing a pair of strappy pumps. (How can I turn away such a beautiful girl?)
“Hi. I work across the street at Guess and I thought I’d try tanning.”
“Oh cool. How did you hear about us?”
“I literally looked across the street and saw you.
“Oh, awesome. We’re neighbors!”
“Yea, I work at Guess and I’m there doing client services on the 2nd floor a lot and I saw you.”
“Cool. We also have a gym here. Are you going on vacation, or just looking to get some color?
“Just want to even out my skin and get the good feeling of being tan in the winter.”
“Gotcha. Great idea. Thanks for coming in!”
“I’m across the street from you. We should be friends.”
She’s absolutely gorgeous.
“Yea… we should be!”
I take Jazmin through the different packages we offer and she settles on the 5 pack All Access.
I take her back to the room and show her all of the finer aspects of one of our elegant machines.
“Where are you from, Jazmin?”
“My parents are from Iran. They left when the Shah was overthrown in 1979 and came to America. They had me and my sister much later when they got established here.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of that. I knew a dude that went through the same thing many years ago.”
“Yes. It was a difficult time from what I hear from my family, but we are so much better off now.”
“Like the Kardashians?”
“No. They are Armenian. Totally different. But I find your American ignorance endearing.” She giggles.
I feel like an ass. “Okay. I put five minutes on the room for you to get ready and then if you’re ready sooner just hop in and hit the start button.”
“Okay! Thank you, Charles!”
“Off you go! Thank you for choosing Sun City!”
I go back to cleaning the toilets, taking out the trash, and mopping the salon.
The salon is closed and at least I got to munch my chicken stromboli. Just another day in paradise.
Jazmin is a new client and even though she came in late, she’s money for the salon.
But the night was about to take a dark turn when she came out of her tanning session. A turn I would have never suspected in a million years.
…To be continued next Tuesday!
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