Bad Hair Day
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,766
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Bad Hair Day
“Phew.” Melanie sighed as she wiped her brow. With the last client out of the salon she was free to count out the drawer and have a cigarette. Jeanine had left her to her own an hour before, claiming that her boyfriend was sick again, for the third time that week.
She counted out her tips and cashed in all the singles for larger bills. It was time for a real break to reflect upon the strange day she had just lived through.
In five years as a hairdresser, she had never had a guy come in and be so crude to her. The guy she was thinking of had only given her a pseudonym as his name, referring to himself as Doc.
He wanted a pattern edged into his short hair that made almost no sense to her. During the cut he kept touching her and making innuendos about her looks, and speech pattern.
The nicotine hit her like a ton of bricks, after being with out for nearly five hours.
She went back inside, making quick pace to the office to count out the drawer and call everything in to the offices that she needed to.
With her drawer being almost one-hundred dollars short, she had to take time and look through all the paper work to see what had gone wrong. Finally a receipt turned up for a redo and refund had shown up and balanced out her drawer. With a sigh she locked the cash in the electronic safe and called the local, regional and national offices that controlled all SMS and Fantastic Sams salons.
She opened her office door and looked around. The lights were out and there was a figure was standing in front of her station.
“I’m Sorry we’re closed for the night.” she felt apprehension as she headed towards the computer to complete the shut down procedure.
“Awe, but miss, you seemed pretty open earlier when you were playing with my head.” The familiar voice of Doc drifted her way.
“Please leave r I will call the cops…” she started moving faster.
Doc stepped into her way, and grabbed her wrist, “I don’t think so you filthy slut. You see, you practically begged me earlier, you remember when you were flirting with me while you washed my hair…” He grinned like the maniac he was.
Melanie swung her hand to defend herself from the creep, but she was too slow. Doc brought his fist onto her left temple.
When Melanie came to she was tied to her own chair, and felt a deep chill that was burning her to the core.
“Welcome back beautiful. You know, when you are asleep, you look just like an angel?” he smiled as he took her favorite shears and clipped the buttons from her shirt. From the way the chair felt against her body, he had already removed her pants.
Her head felt like she was hit by a train, and the pain only intensified every time she shifted, “You fucking asshole.” she grimaced as the words echoed through her head.
“Awe, Don’t say that. Your mouth has better purposes than for that kind of language.” he smiled, “Now my sweet, how about we get some things straight. I am going to show you every thing I know about Love, and in return you will say, ‘I Love You Doc.’ Got that?” he pointed Mel’s shears at her thong covered pussy.
Melanie felt a hot tear stream down her cheek. She was scared and alone except for a maniac whom was holding her hostage in her own shop.
Doc turned on the lights and smiled. He had taken the hair dryer cords from another girl’s station and tied her to her chair. He repositioned the chair to face her electronic bar and put the seat in the locked position. While she was still out he had set a few more things up for her that he knew he would like.
Melanie felt her shears cutting the fine fabric of her thong, the blades cutting the soft flesh of her lips. She let out a cry of pain as a few nerves were exposed to the oxygen.
“Now we can begin our fun….” Doc turned towards her station and produced her two flat irons. Just to show her how warm they were he sprayed water from her bottle on their plates. The sizzle and steam showed that they were indeed on and hot.
He took the first flat iron and used it to melt straight through her bra. He smiled as he saw the two pink buds jiggling lightly. He took her spray bottle and spritzed both of the with the cold water, watching as they perked up.
He clamped the hot iron on her left nipple, trying it in place rubber band. Her screams were like music to her ears as he repeated the process on her right nipple.
The searing heat of the flat irons was causing the flesh of her breast to sear and blister.
Doc smiled, everything was going according to plan. He turned again, shifting the hair dryer into position and aimed it directly for her womanhood. Flicking the switch, the dryer came to life with a roar like a vacuum and began blowing hot air on her crotch.
Melanie thought that she was going to pass out from the pain, but she managed to keep her consciousness about her.
The man ran his hands over her now hot mound, “You know, you are even more beautiful now than when you were sleeping.” he took her shears and began the task of carving random symbols on her inner thighs and moving his way up.
The wires from the flat irons began to get in his way, so with deft movements he grabbed their wires and ripped them away from her body. The flesh along with the irons came away, leaving her nipples and surrounding flesh bleeding and blistered.
Melanie screamed louder now. More nerves were exposed as the air hit them. The cool air caused what remained of her nipple tissue to contract painfully.
Doc allowed a hiss to escape him as he shifted the throbbing boner in his pants. It was time.
He turned the hair dryer off and allowed her body a moment of peace as he grabbed his next toy of choice.
‘Two and a half inches around , five inches long and three hundred degrees of pure pain.’ he thought as he turned towards her with a curling iron. Taking a handy towel coated in Biosilk, he lubricated the now steaming weapon. He pulled the cord from the wall and kneeled towards her privates, “Are you ready, because I know I am…” He shoved the hot metal tool into her pussy, the metal seared the inner and outer of her crotch.
Melanie let out the most horrific screams yet as he maneuvered the tool in and out of her. Her whole being seemed to be that of pain.
The metal began to cool as Doc continued to fuck her with the curling iron. Each stroke brought him that much closer to the edge until he finally released his seed into his own pants and jammed the tool roughly into her. He looked at her sleeping form with a smile as he cleaned up, careful to remove any prints.
When Melanie came to she was in a hospital. The nurses and doctors were talking to two officers. She smiled weakly as she knew that she was finally safe.
“Hello Miss…. Err, Miss Melanie Raphael…” said an all too familiar voice of one of the officers. He had weird designs in his hair, and a badge that read “Officer Docowitz”.
She counted out her tips and cashed in all the singles for larger bills. It was time for a real break to reflect upon the strange day she had just lived through.
In five years as a hairdresser, she had never had a guy come in and be so crude to her. The guy she was thinking of had only given her a pseudonym as his name, referring to himself as Doc.
He wanted a pattern edged into his short hair that made almost no sense to her. During the cut he kept touching her and making innuendos about her looks, and speech pattern.
The nicotine hit her like a ton of bricks, after being with out for nearly five hours.
She went back inside, making quick pace to the office to count out the drawer and call everything in to the offices that she needed to.
With her drawer being almost one-hundred dollars short, she had to take time and look through all the paper work to see what had gone wrong. Finally a receipt turned up for a redo and refund had shown up and balanced out her drawer. With a sigh she locked the cash in the electronic safe and called the local, regional and national offices that controlled all SMS and Fantastic Sams salons.
She opened her office door and looked around. The lights were out and there was a figure was standing in front of her station.
“I’m Sorry we’re closed for the night.” she felt apprehension as she headed towards the computer to complete the shut down procedure.
“Awe, but miss, you seemed pretty open earlier when you were playing with my head.” The familiar voice of Doc drifted her way.
“Please leave r I will call the cops…” she started moving faster.
Doc stepped into her way, and grabbed her wrist, “I don’t think so you filthy slut. You see, you practically begged me earlier, you remember when you were flirting with me while you washed my hair…” He grinned like the maniac he was.
Melanie swung her hand to defend herself from the creep, but she was too slow. Doc brought his fist onto her left temple.
When Melanie came to she was tied to her own chair, and felt a deep chill that was burning her to the core.
“Welcome back beautiful. You know, when you are asleep, you look just like an angel?” he smiled as he took her favorite shears and clipped the buttons from her shirt. From the way the chair felt against her body, he had already removed her pants.
Her head felt like she was hit by a train, and the pain only intensified every time she shifted, “You fucking asshole.” she grimaced as the words echoed through her head.
“Awe, Don’t say that. Your mouth has better purposes than for that kind of language.” he smiled, “Now my sweet, how about we get some things straight. I am going to show you every thing I know about Love, and in return you will say, ‘I Love You Doc.’ Got that?” he pointed Mel’s shears at her thong covered pussy.
Melanie felt a hot tear stream down her cheek. She was scared and alone except for a maniac whom was holding her hostage in her own shop.
Doc turned on the lights and smiled. He had taken the hair dryer cords from another girl’s station and tied her to her chair. He repositioned the chair to face her electronic bar and put the seat in the locked position. While she was still out he had set a few more things up for her that he knew he would like.
Melanie felt her shears cutting the fine fabric of her thong, the blades cutting the soft flesh of her lips. She let out a cry of pain as a few nerves were exposed to the oxygen.
“Now we can begin our fun….” Doc turned towards her station and produced her two flat irons. Just to show her how warm they were he sprayed water from her bottle on their plates. The sizzle and steam showed that they were indeed on and hot.
He took the first flat iron and used it to melt straight through her bra. He smiled as he saw the two pink buds jiggling lightly. He took her spray bottle and spritzed both of the with the cold water, watching as they perked up.
He clamped the hot iron on her left nipple, trying it in place rubber band. Her screams were like music to her ears as he repeated the process on her right nipple.
The searing heat of the flat irons was causing the flesh of her breast to sear and blister.
Doc smiled, everything was going according to plan. He turned again, shifting the hair dryer into position and aimed it directly for her womanhood. Flicking the switch, the dryer came to life with a roar like a vacuum and began blowing hot air on her crotch.
Melanie thought that she was going to pass out from the pain, but she managed to keep her consciousness about her.
The man ran his hands over her now hot mound, “You know, you are even more beautiful now than when you were sleeping.” he took her shears and began the task of carving random symbols on her inner thighs and moving his way up.
The wires from the flat irons began to get in his way, so with deft movements he grabbed their wires and ripped them away from her body. The flesh along with the irons came away, leaving her nipples and surrounding flesh bleeding and blistered.
Melanie screamed louder now. More nerves were exposed as the air hit them. The cool air caused what remained of her nipple tissue to contract painfully.
Doc allowed a hiss to escape him as he shifted the throbbing boner in his pants. It was time.
He turned the hair dryer off and allowed her body a moment of peace as he grabbed his next toy of choice.
‘Two and a half inches around , five inches long and three hundred degrees of pure pain.’ he thought as he turned towards her with a curling iron. Taking a handy towel coated in Biosilk, he lubricated the now steaming weapon. He pulled the cord from the wall and kneeled towards her privates, “Are you ready, because I know I am…” He shoved the hot metal tool into her pussy, the metal seared the inner and outer of her crotch.
Melanie let out the most horrific screams yet as he maneuvered the tool in and out of her. Her whole being seemed to be that of pain.
The metal began to cool as Doc continued to fuck her with the curling iron. Each stroke brought him that much closer to the edge until he finally released his seed into his own pants and jammed the tool roughly into her. He looked at her sleeping form with a smile as he cleaned up, careful to remove any prints.
When Melanie came to she was in a hospital. The nurses and doctors were talking to two officers. She smiled weakly as she knew that she was finally safe.
“Hello Miss…. Err, Miss Melanie Raphael…” said an all too familiar voice of one of the officers. He had weird designs in his hair, and a badge that read “Officer Docowitz”.