I’m folding towels when this lovely lady emerges from room seven.
“How’d you make out?”
“Great! I loved it!”
God. Her legs are exquisite. What an absolutely stunning young woman. Guess still uses photos of a young Sophia Loren in their ad campaigns. Lovely, young Jazmin clearly trumps her, and she’s a salesgirl.
What a beauty.
“You look great. When you come in next time just tell whoever is here your last name and they’ll know what you did, and where, and for how long and you can go again.”
“Thank you, Charles. It was amazing just like you said. It was like I got to lie on a warm, sunny beach for 12 minutes but with no sand blowing and no flies!”
We both laugh and I see that Jazmin is even more beautiful when she laughs. All women are beautiful, but when they laugh I love them more.
Maybe that’s why I’m funny.
“Hey, technically we’re closed so let me get the door for you.”
“Oh, can I ask you one more thing?”
“Yea, sure. What’s up?”
“You close every night at eight right?”
“Yea. Here’s a card with all of our hours on it.”
“I saw you through the window, Charles. I’m glad I came to see you.”
“Yea, you said that. My partner Achilles will be happy that I’m pulling clients from just standing in front of the windows on Walnut Street. Thank you, Jazmin!”
“I saw you chatting with a girl one night in front of the windows.”
“Oh… Okay. That was probably Colleen. Tall. Brown hair. Great girl. She likes to come in and tan and then leaves her gear in the gym, and then goes out for a jog. We call her the fudge lady because she hooks us up with delicious treats from the candy store she works in once a month!
“No. I was selling a dress to a lady and I saw you chatting and laughing with a really tan Asian girl with of all things… blonde hair. It was curious.”
“Oh… because her hair was blonde and she was Chinese?”
“No. because you were both there laughing and happy and she was eating a banana and then I watched you do things to her.”
I am having a panic attack at this point. A searing pain explodes in my heart because I’m suddenly so scared.
“Umm… what kind of stuff?”
“Things that I’ve never seen before. Things I don’t know. You kissing her in her private place between her legs.
There’s that moment in your mind when you feel like you’ve hit internet gold or when you’re going out for the last time because of your shitty behavior.
I’ve experienced this too many times in my life.
This was one of those critical moments.
“Can you imagine the Yelp review I write of what I saw you do to that to that girl?”
“That would destroy me, Jazmin. I’m so sorry you saw that. I was out of my head. I hadn’t seen her in over a month and we just…happened.”
“Interesting. I never saw anything like that. The look on her face was unforgettable.”
“I’m so embarrassed and humiliated. I’m sorry, please don’t tell anyone.”
“I don’t know what I want to do because I’ve never had this information before. You can understand my position.”
As hot as she was, I was sort of hating her power at this point, but still turned on in this moment…
“She looked very pleased to spend time with you.”
“Yea. I slipped.” (I knew I didn’t slip. I wanted Kita for months and anything from her would have been magic. Her body was a delicious snack that any man would cherish.)
“Is the salon closed?”
“Yes, Jazmin.”
“Then we need to have a conversation.”
I’m shitting bricks.
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