Kita – Chapter 53 – Apparition

It’s odd that once you know there’s no future in a job how quickly your mind leaves it.

“Hey, how are you? WE should meet up!”

Kita xo

I’m stunned by her text. (See: Sun Stories – Just Another Sunday at this Fucking Salon)

“I’m doing well! You’re right. It’s been a minute. We should meet up.”

I wait.

Nothing.

Then I get another text.

“When do you work? Every time I go there now you’re never there. I thought you left.”

Now is not the time to make Kita wait. “I picked up some shifts at a restaurant in Rittenhouse, so I’m only at the salon on Sundays now.”

“Oh cool. I’ll stop in Sunday to tan.”

“Okay!”

Wow. I really thought that after what happened, Kita was gone from my life. I figured the pure shame of what occurred would drive her from me forever.

I really didn’t know what was going to happen next. But so far it didn’t sound bad.

I knew I’d have to wait a week until I saw her, if she was going to come in at all.

But knowing Kita, she had to tan. It was her addiction. She’d be in. She’d tan before Sunday just to feed her addiction, but would she follow through with Sunday?

It all seemed surreal. All of the time I’d put in with her as and elder friend and mentor, and the paradox of our dates and romance.

Then the sexual explosion between us. I wanted it, but never in my wildest dreams actually thought that I’d be with little Kita.

But it did happen. There’s no turning back from that. She either shows up Sunday or I never hear from her again and pray for the best for her.

I work the week at the restaurant, and all is well. That’s my life now. That’s my main stream of income. I love working for them and my life is in balance and moving forward.

I’ve given all of my shifts at the salon to Amelia and Skyler. I’ve been reduced to the Sunday guy. 11am to 4pm. An easy shift that yields $200 a month for now.

Sadly, what I once saw as a business opportunity with Achilles has been reduced to me doing everybody a favor by taking the Sunday shift that no one wants.

That’s why I’m out of there. If I can figure out a way to leave the salon forever, I’ll do it. But for now, I’ll hang. I’m not angry at all with Achilles, I just realized that the salon isn’t going anywhere and I need to be out of there.

I’m with a growing company with some really great people, and I’m happy with the way things are unfolding. I chased this new business, and I caught it!

I wanted so much with the salon and Achilles. For two and a half years we could have built something, but in the end it was a loss. Tanning is shrinking in this city, and the gym is an absolute failure.

I cashed out of that and didn’t lose a cent.

I’m happy I made the leap when I did.

The great thing is, working at the salon groomed me to step into this new job and lead effortlessly. I manage the store. The food is free. Tips are flowing along with a great salary. I’ve been asked to do some marketing for them. It’s a growing brand and I couldn’t be more excited to work there.

Everything is better now!

But my time is limited. Now more than ever.

I thought with my schedule changing with the new job, I’d be more available to meet up with friends for happy hour now. (1st time in over 2 years because of my night shifts at the salon) But no. I finish work and want to go home.

I’m done with public life. I’ve been on stage for the last 10 years in my media jobs. Always out, selling and being social. My photo being taken with the hottest girls at the best events.

I’m done with all of that.

It’s boring and a waste of my time and money.

I love being in the ‘industry’ but I love that mine is a simple model. Not a bar. No late nights. No drunks or shitty employees or guests.

Simple hard work and elegance. A decent days work for a good dollar. Just bringing extraordinary client service to whoever comes in the door.

I’m not meant to work in this salon or for Achilles anymore.

I was for a time, but that was to transition me to a better gig. It took me a while to realize that, but I got it. It was meant to be.

I met so many wonderful people along the way.

(SEARCH)

Haley

Summer

Amelia

Eileen

Skyler

Amazing girls that were so great to work with. I love them all in different ways. It was sweet moments in my history that can’t be repeated!

But here I am. Still hanging on. Actually phoning it on a Sunday from 11am to 4pm.  I play classic hits on the radio and the regular clients know it’s me who’s here. It’s dead this time of year and we maybe get a dozen people rolling through here now.

I stand here at the counter and read other people’s crazy dating stories online just for entertainment.

It’s odd that once you know there’s no future in a job how quickly your mind leaves it.

I do know what needs to be done here but no longer work with the fierce vigilance I once had for something I thought I had a future in.

Now I roll in 15 minutes before we open. I no longer sweep, mop, or take out the trash on Sundays. There just isn’t enough traffic to warrant me to give a shit anymore.

It sucks because I really thought Achilles and I were going to create some sort of business together.

But now I realize it was all careless talk day after day in the salon and nothing will ever change here. But that behavior mirrors his own life and his relationship with his significant other. I feel sorry for her too.

For some reason I can no longer get on wordpress to write or edit my blog at the salon anymore. Part of me feels that Achilles has blocked my access because he’s bitter that I left him for a better gig… but I digress.

 

The worst part of working any shift in any retail or hospitality job is when people come in at the last-minute when you’re trying to close.

What I just wrote will be agreed upon by everyone I know. I don’t even need to check in with them. We hate it, and hate all of the people who pull that shit.

I deal with the last of the line steppers on this rainy Sunday and pray I can get out of here at a reasonable hour today. Not that it really matters. I’m done at 4pm. It’s still light out here in our fair city. I can still walk around the corner and go to Marathon at 16th and Sansom and have a slammin’ Manhattan and a BBQ chicken sandwich, and just let go of the week.

I’ve served everybody, everyday, all week-long, and it’s nice to have somebody serve me for once. I don’t want anything special in my life. But an exquisite cocktail and a simple sandwich with a coke is pretty sweet by the end of the week.

I load fresh towels in the bathroom, and collect the trash, hoping no one comes in at closing. It happens so much I wish I could unplug the phone for all of these asshole line steppers.

I’m walking back to the front of the salon and I’m about to lock the doors at 3:55 when I see her.

“Sorry I’m late. Do you have time for one more?”

She’s wearing a tight white tank top that clings to her small breasts. She has a matching tennis skirt that showcase her shapely brown legs.

She looks gorgeous.

 

I’m helpless.

 

“Kita.”

 

“Nice to see you, Charles.”

“How are you?

“I’m good. But I had to come and see you.

“Okay….” (Worried)

“But first I need to tan because I feel so pale.” ( She’s as brown as a penny)

“Stand up or lay down?”

“Stand up.”

“You can go to 3, full-time.”

“What are you doing after this?”

“Umm.. I was going to go around the corner and have a drink.”

 

“Want some company?”

 

I looked at her. It took a moment. I needed to flashback to what had happened between us. The anxiety is starting to smolder in my stomach.

It only took about 10 seconds.

“Yea, that’d be great.”

“Cool. I wanna talk to you about some stuff.”

Kita headed to room 3.

“I’ll see you on the other side.”

(Giggles and the door slams)

 

What am I doing?

Not Again…

 

 

Kita – Chapter 52 – Will I Ever See Her Again?

I’m standing here in the salon looking in the mirror of the little vanity near the back. Kita did her spray tan and has left in an awkward drunken silence.

I’m still trying to get my head around what just happened. I met this girl a year ago. A confused young girl. (See: Kita – Double Dip)

I liked spending time with her and helped and counseled her with all of her social and boy issues.

I guided her as best I could with my wisdom and knowledge. She would stick around the salon for hours asking my advice on everything relating to her dating life. She had no clue about dating or navigating romantic relationships.

She’s a bit of a mess. Fit, young, beautiful and very confused. It seems that due to her absent father and her parents in general she didn’t have the tools in place to make her way into adulthood.

She found a friend in me and trusted me. She rarely took my advice as do many of the people I’ve tried to help in this world.

You can’t know the exact thing a person should do in a situation based on your experience. You can share this precious information with them, and 99% of the time they’ll not take it and then do what they think is right.

It’s always wrong.

This has happened over and over with people in my life. It seems that when people need help they just need someone to talk to. Someone to listen to their problems. But ultimately everybody’s going to do what they think is right and most of the time it’s absolutely wrong.

This has been the case with Kita.

But something else happened along the way.

I was instantly attracted to her because she was so cute, and those legs! But that’s just my shallow desire rearing its hungry head.

She in turn began to have feelings for me as well. Probably looking for something she never got from her on father.

But it went further.

The special little dates she agreed to. The little presents I bought her. The flirting, the stolen kisses and bits of intimate play that happened between us on occasion.

But then other things happened. The oral sex incident in the gym that day, and worst of all… the mad after hours sexual encounter on the very sink I’m leaning on right now.

I stare into the mirror.

I search my own eyes for how this could have happened.

But who am I kidding?

I met her, charmed her, courted her and dated her. She’s 22! She has no clue about anything. She grew up in a sheltered rich family. I’m a good sales guy. I liked her and loved spending time with this little cutie as much as a clueless frustrating project as she has been for me.

Things happened between us in this very salon. She shows up at closing drunk and upset. What do I do?

I strike.

I would never take advantage of an impaired woman but she gave me every sign that she wanted to play.

I’ve had mad desire for Kita for a long time. I’ve wanted her and so many of the other girls that come in here for a long time.

But most disappear, or move away, or on with their lives. But if a young lithe gazelle lies down right in front of the lion, I will take down my quarry.

I think based on our conversation before any of this sexual activity happened she started to realize my value.

I think for a very long time Kita didn’t get it.

She probably still doesn’t. You can’t learn your life lessons in a couple of weeks. It can take years.

But I saw opportunity and I took it. Things have been complicated with Cherie and me for a while now and maybe I was just acting out, because I really wanted that positive energy with Cherie.

Who am I kidding? I’m bored with Cherie, her absence and problems. Kita is a hot little baby and I wanted her so bad before this happened.

Which brings us to tonight.

I broke Rule #3 at the salon. (A rule I created 2 years ago.) “You’re available, but not available.” Which means, you can be single but you can’t date the clients. If it goes badly we lose a client because of my dalliances. I get it. It’s a good rule. Never dip your pen in the company’s ink. I learned that back in the 80’s early on my banking career.

But it happened.

I loved all of it.

I’m bad.

Did I screw up a young girl’s mind after all of the trust I had built over the last year?

Why did I do this?

I wanted her so bad. Even though Kita’s a foolish young girl, I had great desire for her sexually. Even from the start. All of the food, gifts, treats, and dates. It was all me just courting her. I thought I was trying to show her how these loser boys should be treating her. That she had value and how she should be treated. But that was only half of who I am. That part was true. I love romance. I’m sooo good at it. Better than most men. But that may make me worse than other men. I’m more cunning than most men. I write a dating and relationship blog. I’m really good at this.

Did I use my cunning to fuck Kita?

Unlike most men, I’m complex and patient. We all want the same thing but only the rare few can play it so that we get what we want by being the one thing that most men lack.

Patience.

I’m the snake whose tail looks like it’s head. The prey is watching the tail thinking it’s the head, until they feel the steel jaws snap shut on their throats in final ecstasy.

I think all the while being kind to Kita, and giving her fatherly guidance, I was grooming her to be mine.

That’s a double-edged sword that I’ve been yielding to my own advantage and it met my end goal.

What if she’s simply too ashamed to ever come here again? What if she says something to somebody? What if she tells her mom or even worse, her dad. The entire company will come for me.

Nah… that’s not going to happen, right?

Do I feel guilty?

Not really, because the encounters have been sooooo good.

I have to be honest about all of this. She’s an adult and she came here and did act provocative to me on both occasions.

I don’t want to stand here and justify the situation. It is what it is. I learned a long time ago that you shouldn’t feel guilty about the past because you can’t change it. It’s already done and gone. Even if only the memory remains.

She won’t say anything to my partner Achilles. (See: Achilles – The Bronze God)  No, that wouldn’t be possible. It’s just me being paranoid.

I hope she isn’t feeling too ashamed about it all.

She appeared to really enjoy it. When she left she was giggling and talking about her spray tan. (Even if her cute legs were a little wobbly when she left)

I can’t think about this.

But I am.

I steady myself and think about how incredible it was to fuck Kita like an animal after all of this courting and nonsense. The dopamine courses through my mind and washes away the fear of any retribution. The pure exhilaration of running down my prey and having her.

I want her again.

But it may never happen, because after tonight I may have destroyed that.

I’ll just carry on like it never happened. Like every other thing in my life I’ve wronged.

I don’t even know if she got back to her apartment okay.

That alarms me for a moment, but I quickly let it go.

Well… we’ll see what the coming days bring. Kita could vanish from my life and this salon for all the right reasons and I’d be fine with that.

Because what begins… ends. Everything in this world has an expiration date on it.

 

I hit the lights and lock up the salon.

I walk south on 16th street and enjoy the cool night air.

I lean into the memories of what happened with sweet little Kita tonight and smile.

 

Did I forget to punch out?

 

 

 

Kita – Chapter 49 – Double Dip – Part 2

Normally, Kita pops in and chats with me and we talk about tanning and how she never feels like she’s dark enough like she was when she was in Florida. I guess she started college down there and now has transferred up here to Drexel to major in hospitality management. She’s always trying different beds … Continue reading “Kita – Chapter 49 – Double Dip – Part 2”

Normally, Kita pops in and chats with me and we talk about tanning and how she never feels like she’s dark enough like she was when she was in Florida. I guess she started college down there and now has transferred up here to Drexel to major in hospitality management. She’s always trying different beds and trying different ways to get darker. It’s as if she doesn’t think she’s pretty without a dark tan. She’s usually wearing athletic gear because she works out every day. It shows because she is one of the most fit girls that comes in here. Her legs are amazing and I can’t help but talk to her about how dark they are just so we can talk about her legs and I can look at them.

It’s all on the up and up and I’m always professional at the salon but these conversations are real because of what we do.

So the other night I’m locking up and she’s running up the steps. Of course I’m going to let this little honey step over the line and let her tan. I like her and she’s cute. That’s the criteria in this case. But then I notice something else.

She’s visibly drunk or on drugs. I do smell a little alcohol but it isn’t overpowering. She also seems upset.

“Sorry, are you closed, Charles? she slurs.

“Um, no you’re fine Kita. I still have a bunch of towels to fold.”

“Oh good!” She hugs me.

“You okay?”

“I guess so. (slurring)

She’s wearing a black sleeveless shirt and a grey skirt and flats. I’ve never seen her dressed like this before so she must have been out somewhere. She may be a little banged up, but she looks adorable.

“What are we doing today, Kita?”

As I say this I lock the doors to the salon. We’re officially closed.

“I want that thing where I do a spray tan and then I do UV! How’s that work?”

“Okay, normally the client goes into the spray booth, does a session and then hops into a stand up UV unit to bake it on for however long they want.”

I don’t like stand up because it doesn’t have the face tanners and I need that.”

“Well you can’t do a lay down bed after a spray because you have to stay dry for 6 hours after a spray to let it develop and set. If you sweat in the lay down unit it’ll run and streak, and you’ll look horrible.

She’s blinking and looking drunk. “You said a lot of words.”

“You okay, sweetie?”

“This guy I’ve been dating has been cheating on me with one of my friends. Other people knew and nobody told me. They’re all laughing behind my back.”

She starts to cry and falls into my arms. I feel so bad for her. That’s so humiliating. I feel her small breasts heaving against my diaphragm because she’s so petite. I literally have to lean over to hug the poor thing. Her hair smells like lilac.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Kita. Sometimes people are just shitty. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

She looks up me and half smiles drunkenly. She has already told me she has the Asian glow and can’t drink. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“You’re one of the prettiest girls that comes in here.” Wiping the tear from her cheek with my thumb. (For once I actually mean that. Not a bold-faced lie!)

“What if I do the lay down in room one first, and then go do a spray?” (slurring)

“You can do that as long as your skin is dry when you go to spray.”

“I wanna do that.” She reaches in her bag and pulls out a half pint of Jägermeister. She looks at me and cocks her eye. “Do you mind? I’m sad.”

“By all means.”

She takes a swig and then holds the bottle out to me. I haven’t drank Jager in over ten years. I tell people if they ever see me drinking Jager, put me in a taxi and send me home immediately. Because if I’ve gotten to the point in the night where I think it’s a good idea to drink Jägermeister, then the rest of the night is not going to get any better.

But I’m sober and I don’t really want to drink Jager, but I’m going to, just to place my lips to the bottle that just touched Kita’s hot little mouth.

I hit it.

I thank her and hand it back to her. She smiles.

“You have to show me how to do a spray tan cause I never did one.”

“Okay. Here’s what we’ll do. You’ll tan for the full ten minutes in bed number two, and then you can go back to room eight for a spray tan. Let’s do level two clear coat because it’s your first time.”

Takes another pull on the bottle. “Sounds good.” (more slurring)

“Do you want me to get you a robe? This way when you’re finished tanning you don’t have to get dressed, you just put the robe on and head back to room eight for the spray.”

“Will you show me what to do when I spray?”

“Yea. I’ll show you where the lotion goes and all the poses to do when you get in the spray booth.”

“Okay. Great! Can I go in room two now?”

I run and grab her the tiny robe from the spray booth room.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks! See ya soon!”

She closes the doors and I can hear her disrobing. I go back to folding the towels. I don’t think she’ll fall asleep in there due to the fact that the sunbed she’s in has an aqua misting feature that happens every three minutes. So that should keep her awake.

The ten minute session rolls along. It feels like a lifetime when the salon is technically closed but you still have one line stepper in the bed tanning.

The session ends and the doors open. Kita steps out wearing the little blue robe with white polka dots. So cute.

“Looks like it was made for you!”

“It’s a little short.” she says, instinctively tugging on the hem.

“You’ve got great legs.”

“You’re always talking about my legs.” (Takes another swig of the Jager)

“They’re perfect, honey. They’re perfectly balanced in every way. Thighs, knees and calves and overall shape are in perfect balance. I’m a leg man Kita. You truly are a lovely girl. I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes. You’re a really fit girl.”

“How come and I can’t keep a boyfriend?”

“People just suck sometimes and I’m sorry this happened to you, dear. You’ll be okay. Just surround yourself with good people and you’ll get through it. We’ve all been there. I’ve been shredded by worse. Please believe me… it gets better.”

“You’re such a good man. I know from our conversations you’re a good dad. We traveled a lot and I was never close to my dad but I wish we had been. He was a great provider but not around a lot.”

Kita takes another swig and I can see she’s going through a lot of feelings. She shouldn’t be drinking this much Jager.

“Okay, what do we do now for my spray tan? I wanna be dark.”

“Let’s do a level two clear coat. You have to stay dry for six hours after, but you’ll start to see it develop in two. But go the full six and it’ll look great. You’ve tanned and the spray will make you look amazing by tomorrow. I guarantee it.

“Okay show me how to do it.”

 

Tune in tomorrow for the bone jarring conclusion!

 

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Kita – Chapter 48 – Double Dip – Part 1

The events I’m about to tell you may shock some of you. All of this normal stuff makes what happened all the more bizarre.

I was working at the salon the other night and was about to close up. Normally, we try to enforce the final tanning session to be at 7:50 because we close at 8pm. But occasionally  we get these weasels trying to get in here at closing and say things like, “oh are you closing?” Like they don’t know what kind of nonsense they’re trying to pull. As if the rules don’t apply to these assholes. People like that are so obnoxious. They can’t get their clock or calendar together and are probably lousy employees where they work. “Oh, this is in late?” “Oh, sorry I was in traffic. Did the meeting start already?”

I live and die by the clock and pride myself on always punctual and respectful of other people’s time.

But there have been customers we like that blaze in here at closing and because they’ve built a solid report with us, we let it slide. There’s this one guy especially that comes in sweating and panting because he ran all the way here. He’s charming and nice and refers all of his friends here. He’s also tipped me on half a dozen occasions for being late or just for no reason at all. Money talks if you’re stepping over the line. One night he tipped me $10 just because he came in late. I told him he could come in at closing every night if that was what I was going to get. I locked the door and cranked up the music to the type of music he likes.

So it depends. But normally we’re annoyed if some asshole rolls in at closing while we’re mopping and just trying to get out of here and on with our lives.

So I’m wrapping it up one night and it’s like five of eight. We’re done. I’m locking the door and little Kita is running up the steps.

I remember when she first came into the salon. She’s a tiny cute Asian girl. She has dyed her hair blonde and it looks terrific. She has a sweet face and a slamming athletic lean body. She loves to go tanning and always wants to get really dark. I don’t understand that but she’s so cute I don’t care if she turns black.

I think I’ve always had a thing for Asian women. There’s something about their beauty and manners. They’re mostly all petite and fit and always have a great sense of fashion. I mean, I love all races of women, but I think my favorite could be Asian women.

Tune in tomorrow for the next chapter!

 

 

 

 

Kita – Chapter 44 – You’re No Longer My Number One – Part 1

Kita flew back from Florida yesterday. Her flight landed in Philly yesterday night. She texts me that day to say she’s coming in to tan today. I didn’t respond because I’m pissed at her absolute neglect of me while away for a month in Florida. I know I’m just acting like a spoiled brat but I don’t like feeling neglected. But I know I’ve brought all of this on myself. As my mother would always say: “Your own rod licks you the hardest.”

Let’s recap:

I meet her. I fall for her because she’s young, cute, Asian, has a great tan, and sweet legs. All the wrong reasons to fall for someone. But hey, phicklephilly was built on bad decisions.

I get to know her and she’s pretty boring. She has no compass when it comes to navigating romantic entanglements. I give her oceans of advice and she’s still a foolish little girl. But she’s lived a sheltered life in affluence and is only 21 years old.

Whenever I went to Wawa I’d pick up an extra banana for her. That’s when it started. Then it was the cereal bars I’d keep at the salon for her. Then, the full on gourmet bag of snack mix because I know she loves snacks. I want to keep it going so I go on Amazon and buy a case of those snacks for her. (Half a dozen bags)

I give her free water when she’s in the salon and her bottle’s empty. I bought her pepper spray to help keep her safe in the city. I gave her a $45 lotion for free. I take her out to dinner and gelato at Gran Caffe L’Aquilla. I take her out to a special little Christmas lunch before she left for Florida. I gave her a nice bag of dark chocolate covered pretzels as a little Christmas going away present.

That’s a lot. I’ve gotten nothing in return. (Well I did get some sweet kisses and some adult feels so there’s that.) I get radio silence for a month while she’s lounging on a beach in the Florida Keys. Then she has the nerve to come right back in here to tan the day after she arrives and comes in when I’m NOT here?

I’m pissed!

But, like I said before, this is all my doing. She’s so young. I mean what was I even thinking?

Kita’s a sweet lost little girl who I’ve had the honor of spending time with as a 55-year-old man. She’s 21! What are the chances an old guy like me getting to have dinner with a sweet little baby like her? My life is beautiful. Most men my age would kill to do what I do.

It’s nice. I’m honored after all of my sinning I get to just have dinner with a pretty young lady. I have a girlfriend, but it’s complicated. We’re fine, and I’m dedicated to her but I love eating gelato with all of these other girls.

But there’s nothing happening.

What man wouldn’t want this? You have a girlfriend that’s a sex machine, who comes to your bed once a month and rocks your world. You love her as a person and the sex is fire, but you don’t get to see her all of the time due to her commitments. Her education. Her son. Her job at children’s hospital, her car in the shop. And whatever horrible responsibilities she has that she hides from you being a single mom who’s black and living in Pottstown.

It’s the perfect relationship for me. A girl who adores me, and is amazing in the saddle but is almost never around.

I love it.

I talked to my neighbor Trish (See: Trish – The She Wolf) about Kita and her neglect of me and she said we as artists do the same thing. We get really mad at those that neglect us because we’re so sensitive.

But I told her being sensitive is what makes us artists in the first place. The deep, hard feelings makes us absorb it more than other people, and we remember it and can create. She agrees. We have a sweet moment. She’s sitting on the floor of my apartment smoking pot, but all good.