Page 26 of Finesse
“Fuck!” His eyes roll back into his head and he breathes intensely, but sounds relieved. He’s spent, yet his cock is still hard. I wonder if Cameron ever goes soft.
“I need to clean myself off.” I began to get up and Cameron stops me.
“I’ll do it. Lay down.” He instructs. He gets out of the bed and walks into the bathroom. I never noticed how nice and firm his ass was. I could watch that man walk all day. He comes back a short time later with a wet towel to clean off my chest. He’s gentle about it and takes extra care to get everything off. It’s…dare I say, romantic.
He discards the towel and lies next to me. “What are you thinking now?”
“I’m thinking I should probably brush my teeth,” I laugh. “I’ll be right back.” I quickly brush my teeth and rejoin him on the bed. “Much better.”
“I wouldn’t have cared but thank you for the concern,” he rubs my shoulder as I snuggle up to him. “What did you think about it?”
“I enjoyed it but I’m still iffy about the swallowing part. I did like it when you shot all over my titties, though.” I admit. “That was pretty hot.”
“Oral is an acquired taste and it’s not something everyone is instantly good at.” He kisses my forehead. “You were amazing, though.”
I kiss him again and settle into his body. “I had a great instructor.”
Ten
Walking into MillionHair salon, I instantly felt the eyes of everyone upon me.
I’ve heard about the salon via the reality show starring the D’Amato brothers and Faith’s spin-off show where she navigated being a business owner and single mother to three kids, while she still messed around with her baby daddy, Eli.
Whew, so much drama. And now I’m in the middle of it.
Cameron got me a last-minute appointment to get my hair done and told Faith in not-so many words there were to be no cameras on me at any given time. While I wouldn’t have minded being filmed for a wildly-popular reality show, I had a feeling there was more to it.
The salon looks better than it does on TV. Stylists have their own setup with ample space. There are several chandeliers when one first walks in and the floors are polished to perfection. It’s a huge salon with a small beauty supply shop in store. It also has vending machines and comfortable chairs.
The stylists talk like old girlfriends, even the lone gay one. Whenever a song comes on the radio, everyone sings along, including the clients.
Every woman who comes in dishes out her problems and everyone joins in and gives advice. It may not be the advice one wanted to hear, but it was something it was needed to receive.
By the end of the appointment, the women look amazing with their nails done and hair laid to the gods. Faith really is a miracle worker and I understand why she stays booked and busy.
“So, Miss Thang.” Faith drapes the cape over me and looks through my hair. “You’re Cameron’s new girl, huh?” Faith is surprisingly tall. The shows made her seem like a little person, but it just meant Eli was much taller than expected.
She has rich, dark skin, and just the most beautiful smile. Her hair is in a short blue bob cut that frames her chin. Her nails are short but are decorated with a multitude of colors. She doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry, but there is a questionable simple ring on her left finger.
She and Eli went through a nasty divorce but there were rumors they got back together and kept things quiet. They never post about other people they’re dating and everyone comments on how they’re on good terms with each other now. Makes you wonder…
“We’ve only been dating for a few months.” I mention. “It’s still brand-new.”
“Not that brand-new, honey.” The gay stylist, also named Cameron, comments. “If he flewed you out. Yes, not flown.Flewed.”
“What bird-brained rapper said that?” Kimberly, a hairstylist, commented.
“Someone who won’t be around for longer than a commercial break.” Another stylist, Jocelyn, replies. Everyone erupts into laughter.
Faith continues to prep my hair. “Don’t listen to them. You got a man who loves you and that’s all that matters. He spoils you and let him, girl.”
“I’m trying to.” I’m not going to mention my hesitation with Cameron. The last thing I need is to have Cameron’s business on front street and it’s clear he craves privacy. “It just takes some getting used to.”
“No, it doesn’t.” Faith shakes her head. “Not at all. Once you get used to being treated well, you wonder why you even put up with any other crap.”
“And that one should know!” Another stylist and Faith’s best friend, Krista, chimes in. “She is the expert on that!”
“Anyway!” Faith flips her off and everyone laughs. “Let’s get you hooked up, Ms. Taylor. Cameron paid me a pretty penny to make you glamorous and that’s what I’m about to do!”
