I had just jumped onto the bed full of money when the
phone rang. I tried to ignore the annoying sound as I
rolled around on the bed, loving the feel of crisp
dollar bills against my skin. Seeing the green
against my chocolate brown skin was turning me on. I
plucked a $1000 dollar bill out of the pile, and
slowly caressed my body with it. I moaned softly as I
played with my hard nipples; first the left then the
right. I felt beautiful. Powerful. Sexy. All of
this money was mine, and I wanted to enjoy it. The
phone was still ringing, but I didn’t care. The bills
crinkled underneath me as I spread my legs. I was
about to come from rubbing the bill against my pussy,
when the phone started ringing again. Damn!
Then I woke up.
I grabbed the phone, ready to curse out whoever was on
the other end.
“Hey girl, did I wake you?” It was my boss, Jewel.
“What’s up, girl?” I mumbled as I put my hands
between my legs. I was soaking wet!
“I need you to do me a huge favor,” she said. “Tanya
Cole has a VIP appointment tomorrow morning, and I
need you to take her for me.”
Tanya Cole was a close friend of Jewel’s, and my
favorite R&B singer. I’ve had many fantasies about
the gorgeous, voluptuous Tanya Cole. Unlike those
waif-like, wannabe divas, Tanya was sensual and
curvaceous. I could get off just thinking about her.
“Cherise!” Jewel barked. “Are you going to sleep on
me?”
“I’m sorry, J. What were you saying?”
“Tanya has a VIP appointment tomorrow at 7,” Jewel
said. “She’s going to be in town for some benefit
concert, and she needs her hair done. I think I’m
coming down with the flu, and I won’t be able to take
her.”
Jewel normally handled all of the VIP clients herself.
Celebrities and socialites alike would come in to get
their hair done on Mondays when the shop was closed to
the public. I had never had a VIP client before, and
couldn’t believe that Tanya Cole was going to be my
first.
“Alright, J. I got you,” I told her. “But you owe me
big time.”v
“Don’t worry. You’re guaranteed at least a $200 tip,”
she replied.
I closed my eyes and imagined rolling around on the
bed with 200 $1 bills…and Tanya.
“Well, let me get back to bed. I wouldn’t want to
oversleep, you know.”
In between sneezes Jewel thanked me before hanging up.
I thought about stroking Tanya’s full, lovely
breasts, and kissing, licking, sucking her nipples. I
wondered what it would feel like to rub my firm tits
against hers, how her pussy would taste, how she would
moan and scream when I would make her come. But I’m
sure her new husband was enjoying and satisfying her.
*****
It was 6:45, and raining outside. I had gotten to the
shop extra early, because I wanted to make sure
everything was perfect. After putting on a fresh pot
of coffee, I went to my station to check my hair and
makeup. I didn’t know why I was going through all of
that trouble, blotting my face and pulling my curls
into place. Tanya Cole was married to Hollywood’s
hottest movie star, Eric Campbell. I heard rumors
about him being gay, and was inclined to believe them
until I saw a tabloid photo of him tonguing Tanya at
some awards show. Anyway, I wanted her to see what
she was missing.
I had smoothed my hand over my black low-cut top, and
admired my cleavage. It was a good thing that I had
put on one of my padded bras, otherwise, Tanya
would’ve seen my perky nipples and thought I was some
kind of pervert.
The doorbell rang, and I rushed to the front of the
shop to answer it. Before I could unlock the door, I
could her Tanya yelling. I gulped and then slowly
opened the door.
“Shit, Melanie! Can’t you ever get anything right?”
She angrily breezed passed me. “Why in the hell did
you bring the wrong dress?”
A homely-looking, light-skinned Melanie smiled at me
briefly as she entered the shop. “I’m sorry, Ms.
Cole, but I just thought that the..”
“Who the hell cares what you think!” Tanya fumed.
“You get paid to do as I fucking say. I don’t pay you
to think.”
Tanya shrugged off her black trench coat and tossed it
on a chair in the waiting room. She had one a black
cashmere cardigan, a black cotton tank top and blue
jeans that hugged her curvy frame. I figured that she
didn’t have on a bra because I could see her erect
nipples peaking through her top.
“Can you at least hang my coat up, Melanie? Can you
get that right?” Tanya asked as she turned to me.
I had been standing behind the receptionist’s desk
waiting for a chance to speak.
“Good morning, Ms. Cole,” I said nervously. “I’m
Cherise. Jewel asked me to take you this morning
since she’s sick.”
She let out a heavy sigh as she started to smile.
“I’m sorry that you had to meet me this way,” she said
graciously.
Tanya Cole was absolutely stunning in person. And she
was incredibly sexy when she was angry, and even
sexier when she smiled.. My mind started to race with
images of Tanya and me together – kissing, touching,
and undressing each other.
“Cherise?” Tanya waved her hand in front of my face.
“Can we get started?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Ms. Cole,” I said. “What do you want
done to your hair?”
Melanie came from the back, cup of coffee in hand.
She was about to give the cup to Tanya when Tanya
moved closer to me, obviously ignoring Melanie.
“I need it washed, of course. And a deep
conditioning.” She ran her hand through her thick
jet-black shoulder-length mane. “I just want a
straight, simple look, you know.”
I could handle that. Thank goodness she didn’t ask
for anything complicated.
“And yes, honey, all of this is mine,” she smirked.
I laughed. “I wasn’t even going to ask you that!”
“But I know you were thinking it, weren’t you?” she
asked as she raised an eyebrow.
The soft scent of her perfume filled the air. I
wanted her so badly, but I knew that was out of the
question. All I could do was fantasize about being
with her.
“Melanie, you can go back to the hotel,” she said
coolly, turning away from me. “I will call you when I
am ready.”
“I’d rather wait here, in case you need anything,”
Melanie insisted.
“I’ll be fine. Just go,” Tanya snapped.
As Melanie shuffled out of the door, Tanya looked at
me and rolled her eyes. “I’m going to have to fire
her as soon as we get back to LA,” she muttered.
After the door closed, we both laughed. I hoped I
didn’t do anything to tick her off. She sauntered
toward the shampoo area, the click of her heels
against the floor, for some reason, turned me on. I
grabbed an apron to drape over her while she sat down
at one of the stations. She groaned as she laid back
toward the wash bowl.
“Can I get you anything, Ms. Cole?” I asked. “Some
water or juice before we get started. I got a fruit
salad from the deli Jewel told me you liked.”
She sat up in the chair, and looked over at me.
“Please call me, Tanya. I get tired of that ‘Ms.
Cole’ shit all the time. Besides, if J trusted you to
work on me, then you’ve gotta be cool.”
From my view, I could see the Tanya’s perfectly round
breasts. They looked like they were going to burst
out of her tank top. I imagined my lips around her
nipples, and her hands all over my body. I draped the
apron around her shoulders, slowly snapping it closed
behind her soft, supple neck. .
“Hold up, let me take of this sweater.” She said. “I
hate to get hot.”
I already was.
She removed her sweater to reveal her back and bare
arms. I slightly spread my legs apart to let some air
to my panties, which were soaking wet at that point.
As she slid back in the chair, I smoothed her hair out
so that I could start to rinse it. If I wasn’t going
to be able to enjoy Tanya’s delicious, naked body, I
was at least going to enjoy shampooing her hair. I
turned on the water, making sure it was warm before I
began spraying it on her hair and scalp. Once I did,
Tanya let out a soft moan. The water must’ve felt
good to her. She continued to moan as I started
shampooing her hair and massaging her scalp. I
started rubbing her scalp slowly, like I imagined
doing her breasts. Then I started rubbing it harder
and faster, like I would do to her wet pussy. Her
body totally relaxed in the chair, and she stretched
her neck to let the water flow to the nape of her
neck. I was enjoying it as much as she was.
Tanya shifted in the chair, and opened her eyes.
“You’re getting me wet,” she told me.
Snapping out of sensual mode, I apologized and grabbed
a towel. I asked her where did I wet her, and she
snickered.
“No, Cherise, you’re getting me wet,” she purred.
At first I wasn’t sure what I had heard, but when I
saw her hands moving underneath the apron, I knew for
sure.
“Mmmm, I’m feeling really good right about now,” Tanya
said. Her hands were rubbing up and down, back and
forth across her breasts. I wanted to see them.
Nervous and excited, I finished rinsing her hair, then
turned off the water. She slowly rose in the chair,
her hands still moving under the apron. I towel-dried
her hair, wondering what she was going to do next. I
couldn’t believe that I had turned her on!
Tanya reached behind her neck and quickly unsnapped
the apron. She slowly turned her head back and forth
allowing her damp her to stroke her back. Her hands
drifted down her chest, her stomach, and then she
unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand in her
panties. I licked my lips as I watched her pleasuring
herself. Before I realized it, my finger was tracing
her lips and then probing the inside of her mouth. I
was stroking my other hand up and down my own body.
Suddenly Tanya stopped and opened her eyes. She
looked up at me seductively, and then over at the sofa
along the opposite wall. Without saying a word, she
stood up and led me over there. We stood there,
kissing each other softly. Tanya teased my lips with
a light, quick kiss, and then we kissed passionately.
Our arms were wrapped around each other. I could feel
her erect nipples pressing hard against mine.
“You want me, don’t you?” she whispered in my ear
before licking it with her soft tongue. She slipped
her hand down my black skirt, and her fingers found
their way to my paradise. Tanya smiled when she
discovered how wet I was.
“Damn, girl,” she murmured.
I didn’t want to break the flow by doing anything too
fast or too soon, so I waited for her to tell me what
Tanya wanted. She sat down on the sofa, holding her
hand against my stomach. I wanted to sit down with
her, but she wouldn’t let me.
“Take your clothes off for me,” she demanded.
I smiled at her, and pulled off my top. When I
reached behind me to unhook my bra, she shook her head
and tugged at my skirt.
“Take this off next.” Tanya spread her legs apart
while she watched me. She was enjoying giving me
orders, and I certainly enjoyed obeying them.
I slid the skirt down my hips, slowly revealing the
burgundy lace panties I put on just for her. She
obviously liked them.
“Burgundy looks real good against your skin,” she
said. Her hand was stroking my pussy again; she had
her other hand was rubbing her own. I wanted her to
make us both come at the same time.
“I want to come for you, Tanya,” I moaned. I want to
come for you right now.”
“You will come when I get ready for you to come,” she
said sternly. “Now I want you to take off you bra.”
I did as I was told. My nipples felt so free. She
slowly stroked them with her slender fingers. Then
she cupped them in her hands, and smiled. Then she
slid forward and pulled me toward her. She started
gently licking and sucking my left nipple while her
hand stroked, pinched and stroked the other.
I wanted her to suck on my other nipple, so I told
her. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Cherise,” she growled. “I
am in control. Do you understand me?”
I was so turned on by her dominating me that I would
do anything to please her. I pouted and apologized to
her.
“Do you understand me?” she yelled.
I started stroking my pussy, and responded to her.
“Yes.”
“’Yes, Tanya. I understand you,’ is a more
appropriate response,” she said as she snatched my
hand away from my pussy. “Apparently you have
problems following instructions. I am in control
here! I am paying you to do what I want, not what you
want. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Tanya. I understand you.” Just repeating the
words she instructed me to say turned me on more than
I ever thought I could be. I always had fantasies of
being submissive, and for the longest time I had
fantasies about being with Tanya, but I never would’ve
believed that both dreams would come true at the same
time.
Tanya returned her attention to my nipples, sucking on
the left and stroking the right with her hand. With
her other hand, she pulled down my panties. I was
totally naked in front of her, and she was still fully
clothed. Tanya sighed heavily and sunk back onto the
sofa. She seemed as though she was tired, or worse
yet, finished with me. I was disappointed, and wanted
to know what was wrong, but I was too afraid to say
anything. I stood there for what felt like forever.
“I’m hungry. Please go get me that fruit salad,” she
said.
I started to gather my bra, panties and clothes that
had been strewn across the floor. I felt embarrassed,
humiliated. I didn’t know if I could even finish her
hair, which was by then, starting to dry in its
naturally wavy state. Just when I started to put my
panties back on, Tanya shot me a look that could have
killed.
“Did I tell you to get dressed?” She asked. “Go get
the fruit salad out of the refrigerator!”
The game wasn’t over yet, I thought to myself. I
scurried to the back to get the salad. There was
something about walking through the salon naked that
was overwhelmingly erotic. Not that anyone could’ve
caught us, since Jewel was the only other person who
had the key, and she was home sick with the flu.
I brought the salad to Tanya, but I forgot to grab a
fork. I started to go back to the refrigerator again,
but Tanya had other things in mind.
“I want you to sit here and feed me,” she said,
patting on the sofa.
I relished sitting next to Tanya feeding her pieces of
fresh pineapples, cantaloupe, strawberries and grapes.
There I was, naked, next to Tanya, submitting to her
every whim. She smiled contently as she savored each
piece of fresh fruit, her hands tucked under her legs.
When I placed the last piece in her mouth, Tanya
closed her eyes and started stroking me. I was
getting wet all over again. Then she started
undressing, pulling of her jeans, then her panties. I
was breathless as she slowly and deliberately pulled
off her tank top, her breasts swayed joyously once
they were exposed. Tanya had dark brown huge,
dollar-sized nipples that were wonderful and erect. I
laid back on the sofa, waiting for her to make her
next move. She slowly moved her body against mine
before kissing me again. The kiss was juicy and
sweet. I could have kissed her forever, our
beautiful, aroused bodies pressed together in a moment
of passion. Tanya raised herself up and moved her
pendulous breasts toward my mouth, and before I knew
it, I was sucking and licking her nipples ferociously.
I tried to squeeze her breasts together so that I
could enjoy them both at once, but they were way too
big for my hands.
“Do you like my titties, Cherise?” she whispered.
I moaned with delight.
“Tell me you like them,” she ordered.
“Ooh, yeah, I like your titties,” I said. “I like
them a lot. And I love your nipples.”
All the while, she rubbing and stroking me all over.
Then suddenly, she raised up on her knees, and pulled
me forward. She thrust herself in my face. “Taste
me,” she purred. I did, first slowly and gently, then
faster and rougher. My lips and tongue explored every
area, as her fingers quickly slid in and out of my
pussy over and over again.
“Do you like my pussy, Cherise?” Tanya asked me.
I came up for air. “Yes, Tanya I like it, love it,” I
moaned.
“I want you to come with me,” she said as she got up
from the sofa. She pulled me up, held me tightly and
we kissed again, this time more intimately than
before. I tasted the sweet flavor of the fruit mixed
with her juices in our mouths. It was deliciously.
We both smiled and stroked each other for a moment.
Then Tanya laid on the sofa and spread her legs. I
laid on top of her, my titties resting on her stomach,
my mouth ready to taste her once again. Moaning and
groaning, we moved in sync together. Our lips,
tongues and bodies were in perfect rhythm. By then, I
had totally forgotten that I was supposed to be doing
Tanya’s hair. I had forgotten that she was a
superstar recording artist. And I had definitely
forgotten that she was married to a Hollywood movie
star. I was giving her pleasure in a way that I knew
her husband, or any man for that matter, couldn’t. I
appreciated and enjoyed her womanhood, her curves, her
essence.
When we finally came within seconds of each other, the
air filled with a symphony of passion. We moaned
simultaneously, Tanya was obviously satisfied and
breathless. As I caught my breath, Tanya softly
kissed me between my thighs, making me quiver and come
all over again. That time I screamed so loud that
people walking by the shop could’ve heard me; but I
didn’t care. I had done something that none of the
ever had, or probably ever will. I fucked Tanya Cole.
I turned around on the sofa and laid next to Tanya.
We kissed each other once again, our tongues
expressing what words could not. Tanya sweetly smile
at me as I ran my fingers through her tangled hair
before I dozed off. I awoke much later to the phone
ringing, and rushed over to the reception area to
answer it. The smell of sex still lingered in the
air.
“Jewel’s Salon, This is Cherise. May I help you?”
“Hey, Cherise, it’s Jewel,” she sounded horrible.
“How’s everything?”
“Wonderful,” I cooed, looking at a voluptuous, naked
Tanya resting on the sofa.
“Is everything okay? How’s Tanya?” Jewel asked.
“She’s fine,” I said, meaning it in more way than one.
“We’ve become great friends.”
Tanya rose from the sofa, and walked over to me
caressing her nipples, making me wet all over again.
She smiled in agreement. She then pressed herself
against my back, and snatched the phone from my hand.
“Hey, Jewel, how are you doing, girl?” Tanya asked.
Her hand was stroking my pussy then. I put my hands
over my mouth to stifle my moans of pleasure.
I smiled to myself as I caught a glimpse of the two of
us the mirror, buck naked at the receptionist’s desk.
Tanya made small talk with Jewel for a few moments,
but she was really concentrating on getting me off
again. I tried to resist, as fantasies of the two of
us screwing on the receptionist’s desk danced in my
head.
Then Tanya said, “I don’t know why you haven’t
introduced me to Cherise before now. She is
definitely talented.” A devilish grin swept across
her face. She was now pinching and stroking my
nipples with her free hand.
I managed to let out a giggle, in between my groans of
pleasure. Tanya hung up the phone and turned me
toward her. We stared at each other for a moment,
then Tanya’s cell phone rang. I watched her as she
quickly went to get it out of her purse to answer it.
She stood in the middle of the salon, spread her legs
apart and stretched, while I looked on admiringly. I
was thinking of a half-dozen other places in the shop
where we could have each other, but I remembered that
I had to shampoo Tanya’s hair all over again.
Melanie had called to check on Tanya who was extremely
annoyed. Tanya rolled her eyes as she listed to
Melanie drone on. I wanted the girl to get off the
phone so that Tanya and I could indulge in some other
fantasies.
“Look Melanie,” Tanya said. “Cherise isn’t done with
me yet, so I will call you, like I said before, when I
am ready.”
Tanya seductively beckoned me over to her, and I
happily obeyed. She looked me up and down
approvingly, as I did her.
“I don’t go on until 9:30, Melanie. And I’m only doing
two songs.” Tanya stomped her bare foot on the floor.
“They don’t need me for a damn dress rehearsal. You
tell them I will get there before 9:30, and if they
don’t like it then I’ll just go the fuck home. How’s
that?” She pushed a button on her phone and tossed it
on the sofa.
“Tanya, let me wash your hair again,” I said walking
over to the wash bowl.
She smiled and sauntered over to where I was. “This
is gonna be fun. Get me wet all over again, baby.”
This time when I washed her hair, she watched my
breasts intently as they jiggled back and forth, up
and down with my every move. I was so turned on by
Tanya, my whole body throbbed with desire just by
watching her. She spread her legs and fingered
herself while I rinsed her hair. After I put the
conditioner on her hair, I sat in the chair with her
and we began our dominating/submissive sexcapade all
over again.
We had each other later at the receptionist’s desk
just as I imagined. I eventually managed to rinse out
her conditioner before we had sex again, this time in
the stylist’s chair. I dried her hair, curled it and
styled it, feeling beautiful and free the whole time.
I had never allowed my body and my mind to feel
delectable freedom like I had with Tanya that day.
Unless I was taking a shower or, having sex in bed, I
was always fully clothed. Who would’ve thought that I
would spend an entire day completely naked at the hair
salon styling singer Tanya Cole’s hair between our
hot, passionate interludes?
Tanya and I didn’t finish until sometime after noon.
By then we both were raw, tired and hungry. In our
last moment of passion, we washed each other up,
enjoying a brief, yet intense orgasm before getting
dressed and heading out for lunch. Tanya and I became
close friends after that day. She later shared with
me that her marriage was a front for her and Eric’s
“alternative sexual lifestyles” as she put it. I
revealed to her that I had fantasized about her, and
she was genuinely flattered.
Tanya comes to town more often these days, without
Melanie, of course. She has a sexy new assistant,
Isa, who is almost as voluptuous and kinky as Tanya.
Sometimes, Tanya submits to me, and the wild, twisted
fantasies I subject her to; other times we just
indulge in mutual pleasure. But each time we are
together, it’s intense, passionate and rewarding. My
life has never been the same since Jewel called me all
those months ago.
Back Up
|
