“She only knows the one haircut you know” Jill says in a spiteful kind of way
“How bad can it be” you say optimistically
You walk over to the stool her brother was sitting on, and as you walk over you see her mom remove her flats.
“You don’t mind do you” she asks
“No not at all” You say
“Thanks I’ve been on my feet all day, they are killing me”
“Well maybe after the haircut I could give you a little massage” you offer
“I would love that” she says happily “ Kayla really does know how to pick some good boys”
As she starts the haircut you see your hair felling to the floor and covering her feet. Her toes were painted a bright yellow like her hair. As she finishes the haircut she shows you what you look like. You looked like a brand new army recruit, and while the haircut wasn’t pleasing to you you think it may be worth it to have a opportunity to touch her feet.
“Now” She says “for that foot massage” She pulls up another chair and props her hair covered feet in your lap. Her soles were firm but not hard and had a orange tint to them and her toes were really cute and perfectly shaped. Her feet also had a slight chocolate scent to them, maybe it runs in the family you thought. As you knead her soles and arches like fresh dough in a bakery she starts to drift off. You decide to...
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