Wash and haircut, a short story with Jimena

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All English translations are done as honestly as possible by a non-native speaker. However, if there are any mistakes, please feel free to comment.

    🇪🇦 spanish version

    Business was good. Not spectacular, but good. The mulatta Jimena couldn't complain about how things had gone for her two years ago when she decided to open her hairdressing salon "PeinaDos". It was true that the half T-shaped women's salon was small, with a storage room at the end of the corridor where she stored the beauty products, a room with a bed to lie on for a while and a washbasin. Jimena had often fantasised about an eventual enlargement to accommodate more clients, but for that to happen, the salon staff would first have to go upstairs, apart from Genaro (an amusing crazy gay who could be very difficult and who never stopped telling his sexual adventures to anyone who would or would not listen to him) and herself, and the premises that occupied the other part of the T, would give up the space to her.

    Another added problem was the owner of both premises, an emperor-like lady with a cockatoo appearance who, even though she lived in the Salamanca neighbourhood, came by at the end of the month to collect the rent and demanded that her hair be washed and cut for free. She was more interested in collecting from both sides and not just from one tenant. She let Genaro take off her ostentatious fur coat and always demanded to be attended next. Although polite, she couldn't help but indoctrinate everyone with her infinite sapience and took the opportunity to relate how much she had travelled to all parts of the globe. There wasn't a time when she didn't tell Jimena when she was going to have a boyfriend, that she was very pretty for a half-black woman. Jimena would reply politely that she was very well off without having to put up with anyone. The cockatoo nodded, that she understood everything very well and that no one was touching her anymore, although she had many, many suitors.

    The other shop, the comic shop "The Eye of Sauron", was run by the handsome Basilio, who must be in his thirties, and things weren't going badly for him either. Basilio put a lot of passion into it and even though he was a geek with a daily comic book t-shirt, he was cultured and funny. They would meet at the door of their respective places to smoke their cigarettes four or five times a day. They had a good time together and Jimena took advantage of the time to mess with him and his Batman and other superhero T-shirts. She only knew Batman and Lieutenant America.

-It's captain, Jimena, not lieutenant, Basilio constantly corrected her, even though he knew she was saying it wrong on purpose to get on his nerves.

-And who's that wearing a cape? -she asks between puffs. Iron Man, isn't he? -while he groomed his afro hair in front of one of the windows.

-It's Superman, and he's the Man of Steel, the young man snorts resignedly, as he finishes his cigarette and stomps on the corpse with the sole of one of his Converse trainers.

-What's the difference? some guys in pyjamas prancing around, which now with so much political correctness and inclusiveness, will soon make them gayer than Genaro. SuperGay Man and Lieutenant Transamerica.

    Basilio laughs, knowing that precisely that had already started to happen in the world of comics.

    They became more intimate when, shortly after she opened her hairdressing salon, a hole appeared in the wall that adjoined the other premises, one meter high. They were putting up shelves on the other side, and an absent-minded workman got out of hand. It wasn't five minutes later, and Jimena was already telling Basilio off, that what the hell were they doing, that they were going to pull the house down on top of her... and what was she going to do now with a hole in the wall?

-Well, I'm going to stick my cock in Glory Hole style, so that all your ladies’ clients can suck me daily before they get their hair done and take the facial lotion as a gift from the house, what do you think?

    Jimena couldn't help but laugh at the young man's witticism, and after apologising for his tone, she duly introduced herself and they remained friends afterwards. The hole, by the way, was never completely covered (a poster of Divina hair softener would hang there) and Basilio joked that in the end, on the least expected day, he was going to stick his cock in there and Jimena could hang up all the bags she wanted.

    A few months later they were friends, and although they never met for a drink, they were confident enough to say anything and everything to each other.

-I've seen quite a lot of commotion in the shop this afternoon. Are you selling everything on sale because no one's buying it? -Jimena asked mischievously, chewing on her gold chain.

-No Madame, we've organised a Magic card game and anyone who comes dressed in costume doesn't pay admission -says a proud Basilio.

-Disguised? Like you? A lot of tight T-shirts to show off your biceps and pecs, but you never get lucky. Not a single girl gets in here. No wonder, with this hair... Do you masturbate it in there disguised as wizards and dwarves? -asks Jimena, curious and very convinced, and while she makes ostentatious movements with her right hand full of leather bracelets, she opens her mouth and imitates exaggerated gasps.

-Hey, this is serious business. Fuck off, says Basilio, as he takes off his Tetris T-shirt to reveal a muscular chest with his left nipple tattooed inside a sun and a piercing -I'll give you the T-shirt, you're already one of us, you're smart... besides, I was too small, the young man ends with a laugh.

-All right, all right, you're a hunk. When you're about to close, stop by the hairdresser's and I'll give you a free head wash and a spectacular haircut. I've already paid enough with this... shirt... so... cool... -Jimena says, raising her eyebrows, as she blows the cigarette smoke into his face and turns back to the salon in a pair of spectacular crimson skinny jeans and killer heels.

    Before she enters, she turns around, tells him not to delay and to stop staring at her ass, which she has already removed three coats of paint with her eyes. Basilio laughs and tells him that a magician is never late or early, he arrives precisely when he wants to. Basilio gives himself one last visual homage with Jimena and goes into the tent with an erection bigger than the staff of Gandalf, the grey, also called Olórin, Mithrandir or the White Rider.

    Basilio closes the till and closes it around 9 pm. He still sees the light inside the hairdresser's and wonders whether Jimena has been pulling his leg about the haircut or not. He is reassured when he hears Genaro leaving, telling Jimena that he will come in a little later tomorrow. That he has anal bleaching. The mulatta laughs like the goddess she is and tells him that she's sluttier than a hen and that tomorrow is Sunday, that she doesn't know anything. She gives her regards to Jorge.

-That one? I don't go out with him anymore, Sis! I like another guy better, his cousin -Genaro reminds her.

    Basilio pulls down the shutters and sets off the alarm. He enters the half-lit beauty parlour. How good these places always smell, of shampoo and clean hair. Cheerful Cuban music plays in the background and some dancing feet. Jimena comes out wearing the T-shirt he gave her. Only with the T-shirt on. The wet T-shirt outlines her perky black breasts with wide aureoles and hard nipples.

-My Lord, what tits she has, more than Tetris, this looks like Titis -thinks Basilio.

-Ah, you've finally arrived. Close the door behind you. Sit down, while I wash your head.

    Basilio sits down on the chair and throws his head back towards the basin. Jimena turns on the hot water and begins to slowly wash his head, plunging her long fingers into his hair. Her perfumed breasts hit Basilio's face. If he wanted to, he could take a bite out of them. He restrains herself. Basilio has a horse's erection. Jimena knows it and asks cheekily.

-What's that? Is it getting hard? Just like that? Do you like having your head washed? I have a pretty good idea that one of your heads loves it. Now let's see if the other one likes it too...

    The hairdresser turns around, pulls her T-shirt up over her breasts and kneels in front of the lucky magician, unbuttoning his fly. Basilio's prick, who's very grateful for any show of affection, slaps her mercilessly in the face.

-I told you I'd wash your head and I'm going to do just that, Mr. Warlock, she says as she massages his balls and starts sucking his glans. -How long has it been since you've cum? These balls are going to explode. Let Mommy give you a hand. That's what friends are for -says Jimena as she bites his testicle and continues to masturbate him with her hand.

    Basilio is on cloud nine, watching as her tongue moves up and up his shaft, lingering lovingly on his fat veins. Her head comes down, goes up, again and again, between his stretched legs. He glances forward only to see Jimena from another angle. Kneeling, sucking his cock. He can see her ass the whole time. Her panties are soaking wet and sinking into her vulva.

    He looks down again and plunges his hands into Jimena's afro hair. Clean, perfumed hair like an ebony Venus. He feels his cock growing again in the mouth of his queen of Villa Big Cock of the hill.

-Don't even think about cumming in my mouth, my friend -threatens Jimena, in one of the few occasions that she doesn't have her mouth full of Basilio's huge cock, even knowing that for poor Basilio that's an impossible task right now -You're going to cum and act as nothing has happened and I'm going to watch you come. Not at all, my dear.

    After slowly dislodging, pausing at each protrusion, the sword that had been thrust up to the hilt, Jimena takes a slight bite out of his balls, jerks his cock like a rattle in her fleshy, blue-painted lips and points to the main chair.

-Here, you're going to fuck me around like a sock. In front and in front of the mirror. I want to see me enjoy it and I want to see your back as you fuck me. It makes me so horny to see myself... you see, we're all a bit nerdy at heart -Jimena demands, as she turns her chair around -Is there a problem, Harry Cypotter?

-My mother always told me so, I'm always very attentive. No problem, my Galadriel -Basilio obeys, as he gives her a meaty thrust that would have dislodged the chair had it not been anchored to the floor.

-It pleases me, but who the fuck is Slutdriel? A friend of yours? Anyway, keep fucking -answers our hairdresser after crossing her legs behind her muscular back and helping the penetration by digging her nails into her ass until she bleeds.

    Basilio is doing his best, when he releases the cum, Jimena is going to pass for Albina or one of the northern walkers from Game of Thrones. Fuck, it's so good, it's all delicious chocolate... get her ready for the cream, they're whipping it.

    Jimena has cum with the last thrust for the second time and feels the incontestable waves of the third orgasm arriving without remission at the port of her sex.

-My Lord with the freak, how he nails them, I'll keep this one for myself, as there is a God. Go on! I want a wash, cut, perm, highlights... everything. Tell me how Gandalf together with Harry Potter, destroyed the Death Star of the evil United Federation of Planets! -she says to make herself look cool and knowledgeable.

-You've mixed it all up, for fuck's sake! -exclaims Basil, unable to stop the run of his life any longer. Years later, he would admit that it was that act of supreme ignorance, the trigger that would put an end to all his defences. Nothing turns her on more than screwing a laywoman.

    Jimena swivels her chair around to face the mirror, and with her velvety hands she jerks Basilio's volcanic cock about to erupt, already out of his curly cunt and out of control.

-Let's see how many jars you pull off the shelf, Freak. More than three and you'll get the slutty pussy and a second ride in the bumper cars.

-Hey, I'm not a freak, I'm a level 38 wizard! Highly respected by the community of elves, warriors, and half-orcs -replies to an offended Basil between gasps, cock erect in firing position.

    Basilio's explosion of warm semen not only spills three jars of hair softener, but also partially covers the hairdryer and knocks over a set of scissors and comb. The last drops end up on Jimena's welcoming chest, where they make their languid way from the lush valley to the barren floor. She grabs Basilio's flaccid member and pushes it back into her welcoming vagina.

-Let him unload here, this is where he should rest. It's too cold outside -says Jimena, and she closes her dark legs behind Basilio's back like a bear trap. This is where he belongs, she repeats, what a pleasure, lord, as she closes her eyes in pure pleasure and bites her lower lip.

    After a while, they ordered pizza and fucked, danced, and drank until Sunday morning. They had much more in common than they ever imagined and months after Genaro left the hairdresser's madly in love with a guy, he met at the Swingers bar in the Plaza Mayor (they lasted five days), Jimena and Basilio decided to close the beauty salon and expand the comic shop.

    They were national Magic card champions three years in a row, world runners-up in Tokyo last year and finalists every year in Madrid cosplay. She as black Vampirella and he as Captain America (just to get on Jimena's nerves).

    Some customers wonder why a two-meter wall separates the shop with no apparent sense. A red fire extinguisher hangs from it, covering a circular hole about a metre high. Once a month, Basilio sticks his cock in, and Jimena gives him a full-blown Glory Hole when the shop closes. He always cums like a Minotaur. He loves to let himself go. And as a cherry on top, she hangs a handbag on his flaccid cock for ten minutes. It's a secret of both of us... I'm not going to tell on you... What about you?

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