Short Stories

Chapters

1. Skin 2

2.The Rubber Party

3.  Life is More Fun

4. Coming Out in Soho

5. The Cutters

6. Party Time

7. It’s like a dream

8. Apprentice’s Night

Pauline’s Parties

By Lucinda Powers

Skin 2

Chapter 1

“Skin 2 is the best place to buy latex and the clubs and parties I go to it's de rigueur to be dressed right. You know, be dressed in latex or if you are a slave you can be almost nude with a bondage belt, cuffs and dog collar” Gwen informed Pauline as she slowed down at the traffic lights at Stockwell Underground station. It was hot in the Mini Cooper and she turned up the cooler.

“I’ll buy John some kinky clothes as well,” Pauline said laughing.

“Yes they have everything there and you can get stuff made to measure. They make it all themselves and we will be able to go into the workshop and see how they do it” Gwen said, gunning the accelerator and pulling away at speed.

The Mini Cooper was fast especially at getting away at the lights and its high performance engine made a growling noise as they sped down towards Vauxhall.

“There’s a rubber club over there but we don’t go there very often, but that’s where Grant first took me on a date” Pauline said bursting out laughing at the memory. Here I was a naive young girl in a club with what I thought were all these perverts. I was shocked at first and there was a big guy who wanted to lick my boots and Grant told me to let him.

“I can imagine it, remember when we found that porno book in the alleyway next to the school and we were shocked at all the things that they were doing, dildos and things up girl’s bums. But what happened when the guy was licking your boots?” Pauline asked.

“Oh nothing, he just wanted to lick my boots while Gwen and I chatted at the bar,” Gwen explained, stopping the car on a meter and getting out.

“But weren’t you afraid of getting molested or even raped in a place like that?”

“No believe it or not, all those SM people are so pleasant and civilised and they wouldn’t dream of forcing themselves on you. It’s the club rules and they would be thrown out and banned for life. Come on there’s Skin 2 over there” Gwen said, taking Pauline’s hand and walking through the gates of an industrial estate.

“I thought that there would be a shop...”

“No, this is where they make the stuff, you know the wholesalers. Grant found out about it” Gwen said smiling, walking up a set of steps, pressing a bell by a little label marked Skin 2.

The phone crackled “Skin 2” the voice coming out of the speaker sounded tinny.

“Gwen here I’ve come to pick up an order...”

The door opened with a clicking noise and Gwen and Pauline went in and started climbing the stairs passing lots of name plates.

“There’s lots of different businesses here” Pauline observed as they climbed the stairs.

“Yes here we are Skin 2” Gwen said pushing open a door.

Pauline and Gwen were greeted by an attractive dark haired woman “Hello Gwen, your dress is ready. I’ll get it so that you can try it on” she said smiling.

“Oh Antonia, let me introduce you to Pauline, a close friend of mine,” Gwen said.

“I‘m very pleased to meet you, can I call you Pauline?”

“Yes of course”

“Please call me Antonia” the attractive dark headed women said. “I’ll get the order” she added parting a curtain.

The room that they were in was lined with clothes hangers full of latex clothes, tops, skirts, dresses, knickers, bras and the smell of latex pervaded everything.

Gwen started to look through some of the clothes her touch creating the familiar crackling sound of latex.

“All these things are for sale, look through them to see if you fancy any of them, the price is on them” she said holding up a pointed moulded bra with holes in the end that exposed the nipples.

“I’ll take that bra, it looks wicked” Pauline said, taking it from Gwen.

“Try it on darling, no-one will come in here except Antonia but there’s a changing cubicle over there if you are shy” Gwen said giggling.

Pauline giggled and took off her tank top and bra, draped them over a chair and started to put on the latex bra looking at her reflection in a big mirror.

Gwen came up behind her and did up the bra. “Oh you look stunning in that Pauly!” she exclaimed.

Pauline admired herself in the mirror “Yes it makes me look much bigger but what would I wear it with? I mean I don’t like leaving my midriff bare” she said.

“Okay look at these Basques they are so sexy you could wear one of these with it” she encouraged.

At that moment Antonia arrived carrying a white transparent latex dress on a hanger. “Here you are Gwen; try it on please” she requested handing her the dress and leaving the room.

“Oh it's lovely Gwen, I want to get a transparent one like that, '' Pauline said, her eyes lighting up.

“Yes but this is not for the Dom scene it’s for when Gwen fucks me” Gwen said with a giggle.

“So I should always wear black with John then?” asked Pauline giggling again.

“Yes if you want to stay in charge that is! I’m a dominant woman but there is only one man I let dominate me and that’s Grant” Gwen said her giggles turning into a peal of laughter as she got into the transparent dress.

“You lucky girl, Grant is so masterful and that huge cock of his...” Pauline said her eyes going misty.

“Yes I know it, I’m so lucky to be married to a stud like him and he fucks me every day. I can’t get enough” Gwen said with a dirty laugh. “How do I look Pauly?” she said smoothing down the dress over her voluptuous figure.

“Absolutely stunning you are going to get it hard tonight girl” Pauline said laughing.

“Yes but I’m not going like a submissive but all in black carrying my little riding crop. “We are gonna have some fun tonight,” Gwen said.

Antonia measured Pauline up before she left for a rubber catsuit with zips at the crotch...

The Rubber Party

Chapter 2

Gwen drove into the big tunnel and pulled up outside the door. “This is it, the Cavern Club” she said.

Pauline looked out through the window and saw a guy in evening dress on the door but she had never seen a club like this before in a dirty old tunnel. She didn’t have a clue where she was because she had been busy chatting to Gwen and hadn’t taken a blind bit of notice where they were going.

“Right Pauline get the slave out the back and lead him in by the chain” Gwen said an imperative tone to her voice.

“What here in the middle of the street?” John blurted his eyes wide looking through the holes in the gimp mask that he wore.

“Your impudence will attract ten strokes of the whip when we get inside. Now your Mistress is ordering you to get out of the car.”

Pauline got out of the car and pulled John out of the back by his collar chain aided by Grant who was grinning broadly. At that moment another car arrived and several people dressed in latex got out.

“Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen can I have your invitations please” the doorman asked as if leading a half naked man by a chain and dog collar, his wrists secured by a bondage belt to his sides was the most natural thing in the world.

Gwen gave the doormen the invitations and they went in.

Pauline was stunned at the enormity of the venue, the huge caverns and by the thousand or so people dressed in SM clothes,  some men with their penises exposed that were milling around the huge caverns or sitting at benches while others watched side shows or just other people.

Grant was dressed in black leather from head to toe with studded wristbands and bondage belt with chains and rings. As he strode through the crowds his muscular body and bare arms attracted attention from men and women alike who stared at this six foot blond living god.

Walking alongside him Pauline felt absolutely safe and she knew that Gwen did too because Grant was a natural born warrior...

“Come on, let's sit down at this table and have a puff,” Grant said.

They sat down and soon had the pipe going and before long they were all stoned and laughing and giggling. The wooden bench began to rock and Pauline looked up surprised to see a man fucking a woman on the end.

“Anything goes here, and before I forget you should give your slave John six strokes for talking in the car outside and order him to count like I instructed you," Gwen said.

Pauline hesitated then a sense of power flooded through her body and she stood up. She looked every inch the dominant woman dressed in black latex, the basque, knee high leather boots and her breasts pointed shaped by the moulded latex bra that left her nipples poking through little holes in the end. She pulled the chain attached to the dog collar around John’s neck. “Get up slave and bend over the bench with your buttocks in the air. I am going to give you six strokes of the crop for being disobedient outside and I want you to count the strokes” she ordered her hands on her hips, her legs wide apart.

John got up obediently and knelt on the seat, his arms on the bench.

“Now stick out your buttocks” Pauline commanded, pushing up his testicles that were encased in a leather pouch with the end of the riding crop and running the end of it over his white buttocks in a caress. Pauline brought the crop down smartly across John’s buttocks watching a red line appear in its wake.

“Ouch,” John screamed in pain, then remembering said “One Mistress.”

Pauline felt a tingle in her vagina and the pleasant feel of the second skin of the latex as it held her body in its tight embrace. She was beginning to sweat now inside the rubber but it was an erotic feeling and she felt herself bathed in hot moisture. It had been unusually hot today on this Saturday in May. She looked at the red line on her husband’s buttocks and brought the crop down again.

“Two Mistress” John uttered.

Pauline noticed a little crowd of people had gathered to watch the scene and that some of them both male and female, were openly masturbating their selves or each other. She also noticed that a bulge was beginning to show in John’s pouch and she realised that he was enjoying being beaten and publically humiliated. She was learning a lot about sex, SM and people’s kinky fetishes since she had started to meet her old school friend Gwen on a regular basis again and entering the strange world of the subs and doms. She brought her crop down harder this time noticing that John’s ass was becoming a bright shade of red with whip marks criss crossing his inflamed flesh.

“Three Mistress” John gasped, his voice muffled by the gimp mask he wore, his eyes staring through the holes glittering and widening in a bizarre way.

Pauline felt her cunt was all wet now inside the latex skirt and felt her juices running down her legs to join the hot perspiration that she could feel dripping out the end and running down her legs. She brought the crop down again and a fourth line appeared to join the other angry welts that were now appearing across her husband’s fiery red buttocks.

“Four Mistress” John said, wriggling his buttocks.

Pauline brought the crop down again feeling a pleasant tingling spreading out from her clitoris throughout her body.

“Five Mistress” John uttered submissively.

Pauline brought the crop down really hard feeling a sense of power at the same realising that power over others was an aphrodisiac that satisfied some desire deep within her psyche, a desire that she was just discovering and satisfying.

“Six Mistress” John said in a quavering voice.

“You can sit down now slave and stick out your punished ass so everyone can see it” Pauline said in an assertive tone that surprised her.

John sat down on the bench, his red ass on show to the crowds...

“Bravo Pauline that was a jolly good show girl” Gwen said, snuggling up to her on the bench while Grant moved closer on the other side.

Pauline felt both their hands sliding up the inside of her wet latex skirt and begin to play with her hot wet vagina. She trembled in pleasure as a small orgasm pulsed through her body. She reached out and sliding her hand up Gwen’s skirt she discovered her cunt was wet too and began to play with it while with the other hand her fingers closed around Grant’s stiffly erect cock that he had released from his leather pouch.

“Is the slave allowed to watch Pauline?” Gwen asked assertively.

“Yes I want him to see me being really dirty. I think that he should get under the table and suck our cunts” Pauline replied her sexual excitement making talk dirty.

“What a good idea Pauline, order him to do it” Gwen said, a dirty smile on her face.

“Slave get under the table and suck your Mistresses’ cunts” Pauline commanded.

John got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the long table. It was semi dark under here and he looked around at other women's legs and at the cunts of those whose legs were open. He started to get hard as he began to kiss the inside of his wife’s open thighs while having a close of Gwen’s open cunt too while watching his wife and Gwen playing with each other’s vaginas. He also noticed his wife’s hand masturbating Grant’s enormous cock but he did not feel jealous this time and he started to enjoy watching her then he felt a tug on the chain.

“Come on, slave suck our cunts; get your tongue right up inside” he heard Pauline command him. He looked at her swollen labia and erect clitoris and greedily sucked and licked his face pressed tight against his wife’s smoothly depilated wet and sticky vagina. He wanted to play with his cock while he carried out his oral service but his hands were secured tightly to the bondage belt encircling his waist. Then he felt a tug on the chain. “Suck Mistress Gwen now” he heard his wife command and he changed from his wife’s vagina to Gwen’s which was completely hairless too.

Pauline was going to come soon; she knew that as the familiar tingling sensation spread out from her clitoris and her labia swelling. “I’m going to come soon she panted” her breathing speeding up and her breath coming in short gasps.

“Pauly darling, put all your love juice into John’s mouth. Oh this is so dirty and I’m going to come too” she said two fingers moving backwards and forwards rapidly across her vagina making a slapping noise. “Oh Pauly wank yourself too I love it when we wank together” she panted moaning in pleasure.

Grant suddenly stood up, his penis sticking out in front of him like a pole and climbed up onto the table top. “Oh yes, let's all come together” he said in excitement, his hand holding his huge penis. He looked down at his wife and Pauline’s faces and as their mouths opened in orgasmic screams of pleasure he showered his hot semen down upon their faces, spurting several times  and into their open receptive mouths  and over their faces where it trickled down onto their half naked breast and dripped off their nipples.

“Oh yes you dirty bastard that’s it come all over us” Pauline shouted in abandon.

“Yes all over our faces and in our mouths” Gwen said her body writhing from side to side as she ground her wet cunt into John’s face.

Pauline was experiencing the most powerful orgasm of her life and she pushed her tongue deep into Gwen’s mouth relishing the feel and taste of Grant’s hot salty semen that covered their faces as they licked it off.

“Oh that was so satisfying” Gwen said as her orgasms subsided.  

“Yes I had the big O and it’s so pleasurable I can’t believe it” Pauline agreed panting.

“Pauline I’ve got to go for a wee, I’m bursting” Gwen admitted.

“Yes, me too” Pauline replied.

“Grant that was so nice but we want to go for a week. Can you look after our stuff?” Gwen asked.

Grant, who was still standing on the tabletop with his hands on hips watched by a crowd of spectators, his wet penis still dripping, climbed down. “Sure girls off you go and don’t wee yourself there’s a big queue outside the Ladies, I can see it from here” he said laughing showing his perfect teeth.

“Come on Pauly” Gwen said, taking her hand and leading the way.

True enough Grant was right, a long queue of women dressed in latex, some doms holding whips or subs with collars and chains with their buttocks exposed were waiting impatiently to empty their bladders.

“Come on ladies I’m a human toilet piss in my mouth please I promise not to touch you, just drink your golden nectar” said a man dressed in a white see through latex bodysuit. His penis erect with anticipation was protruding through an opening in the body suit and he was kneeling on the floor eagerly eyeing the row of sexy women waiting to pee.

“I dare you Pauly” Gwen said giggling.

“I will if you go first” replied Pauline taking up the challenge.

“Okay then, I’m desperate” Gwen said pulling up her latex skirt and walking over to the piss slave. She stood in front of him standing over him legs apart her vagina exposed. “Do you want a drink slave?” she asked.

“Yes, kind mistress,” he replied, opening his mouth in expectation.

“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there while I piss in your mouth slave” Gwen said.

The piss slave obediently opened his mouth and Gwen, still standing up, began to piss releasing a hot yellow stream into the man’s mouth.

He drank the lot, gargled and swallowed. “What about your Mistress friend?” he said eagerly, his eyes fixed on Pauline.

“Lie down and open your mouth slave” Pauline ordered and the piss slave immediately obeyed lying on his back. She squatted down over his mouth and released a stream of hot golden urine straight into the slave’s mouth.

“Mm delicious, I loved drinking the Mistresses hot piss” the slave murmured.

Many of the women were watching in amazement but not one did the same.

“Oh that was so satisfying pissing in a slave’s mouth” Gwen said with a wide grin on her face then they walked off flaunting themselves the eyes of many men following their progress.  

Life is More Fun

Chapter 3

They arrived home Sunday morning still in high spirits, hugged each other in Pauline’s driveway, then said goodbye going to their respective homes.  

Pauline was still stoned and she and John took all the sweaty latex off, took a quick shower and jumped into bed. She vaguely remembered John snuggling into her like he used to do in the spoon position before falling into a deep sleep.  She was dreaming that she was whipping a line of slaves and pissing into all their mouths then she woke up realising that she badly needed to urinate. She got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom and relieved herself and as the stream of hot liquid gushed from her body she remembered last night and her and Gwen pissing into the slave’s mouth and giggled out loud.

“Pauline darling, would you like a cup of coffee?” she heard John’s voice coming from the living room. Yes please darling she called squatting on the bidet and washing herself. She realised that John had been quite nice to her lately since she had took the whip hand so to speak and he also seemed more polite and happy. Before it would have been “get me a cup of tea dear” and more of an order than a request she thought. She put some toothpaste on a brush and cleaned her teeth then jumped into the shower taking pleasure in the hot water spraying down over her body. As she dried herself she realised that she was feeling horny again. The more sex she had the more she wanted it seemed. She entered the living room and sat down at the breakfast bar on one of the high stools. There was a rack full of toast beside her tea and a pot of marmalade.

“I thought that you would like some toast and marmalade too. I bet you are starving after last night. I know that I am” John said, smiling pleasantly and grinning. “I really enjoyed myself...”

“Oh that’s good and so did I. I found it so satisfying and liberating now that I have come out of my shell. I feel so sexy all the time now that we have let ourselves go” Pauline admitted, crunching on her toast.

“Yes it's amazing isn’t it? Me too, I never realised all these things about myself” John said smiling at her.

“I tell you what, why don’t we have a glass of champagne to celebrate and get stoned this bright and pleasant Sunday morning in May to celebrate our new relationship” Pauline said.

They sat at the coffee table smoking the herbal cannabis and sipping cannabis and soon were high.

Pauline always felt disinhibited after a puff and garrulous too. “John our relationship has been so much nicer since we have begun to realise our fantasies; don’t you think?”

“Yes I completely agree with that and I must admit that I feel a lot happier as well. Life is so much more exciting now” he admitted smiling.

“John why don’t we tell each other our fantasies, you know anything we have thought of doing, or are thinking of doing” Pauline suggested wanting to know what John really wanted so that she could please him.

“You have already done one; you know the big dildo up my bum. I have been fantasising about it and we should get our own strap on” he admitted blushing like a young boy.

“That’s a good idea, let’s go over to Soho and buy a few sex toys and things” Pauline said giggling.

“That would be fun and I could take you out to a restaurant afterwards” John said enthusiastically. I’m so fucking stoned. Why don’t you put some music on, I like that August Rush music you were playing the other day...”

“Why don’t you put it on John while I make another pipe?” Pauline said filling the Japanese porcelain pipe and seeing the perfection of its shape now that her consciousness was expanded, the blue ultramarine colour, and the gold embossed cannabis leaf shining in the sunlight that was now coming through the French windows. She looked through the windows into the garden at the back, noticing that the green of the trees was so deep and the flower beds so brightly coloured. The music of August Rush filled the room and she visualised the scene in the film where the boy is in the cornfield and in tune with the rhythms of nature as he dances in tune amidst the swirling patterns of the cornfield...

“A penny for your thoughts darling” John said smiling and sitting down on the settee beside her.

“Oh I was just thinking about the boy in the middle of the cornfield” Pauline confessed.

“Yes, it is a beautiful scene. Now about these fantasies, you can do anything you like to me you know” John said a strange expression on his face.

“Yes I know that but what are your fantasies John?” Pauline asked eager to know what John wanted.

“Well there are two basically unrealised...” he paused. “It’s so difficult I don’t know what you would think...” he replied, wringing his hands together.

“Try me I have a very broad mind now and I promise that I won’t be shocked or laughed at you” she said hoping that it wasn’t anything to do with bestiality or excreta. She had come across some disgusting things on the net but human sexual behaviour was something that she was still learning about and being surprised and sometimes shocked by.

“I want you to piss over me and I fantasise about cross dressing - but I’m not gay” John suddenly blurted blushing.

“You saw me and Gwen pissing in that guy’s mouth...and cross dressing that would be fun” Pauline said wanting to please her husband, and not really surprised but relieved in fact that it wasn’t something that she would find distasteful. “Oh I’d love to dress you up and I know that you aren’t queer” she said smiling.

“No I have had this pissing fantasy since I read the Carpetbaggers by Harold Robbins about Hollywood and there is this guy sitting in the bath and every actress that comes in to have a wee pisses over him” John said giggling.

“Come let’s look at some porn about cross dressing and pissing” Pauline suggested and as she said it she realised that she was feeling horny and her pussy was wet again.

They put the laptop on the coffee table and put “porn tubes” in the Google browser.

“Okay pissing here we are” Pauline said and soon they were looking at lots of guys pissing into girl’s mouths.

“I want girls pissing over guys,” John said.

“I know darling, ah here we are. It looks so dirty and amazing there’s a guy sitting in the bath with all these girls pissing over him...” she whispered, slipping her hand into John’s dressing gown and slowly rubbing his penis up and down.

“I find this a real turn on...I don’t know why except for the book” John murmured.

“I can piss over you in the bath but I think what you really want is more than one girl. I think that Gwen will be able to arrange that scene for you easily” Pauline said, giving him a really dirty look and revolving her tongue lasciviously around her mouth.

“Wow Pauline life is getting so much more sexciting darling...”  

“Okay now let’s have a look at some crossdressing. Here look at these trannies, girls with big dicks I can’t believe that they are real” Pauline gasped in surprise.

“I only have a small dick, I know that darling” John said apologetically, his face assuming an expression of shame.

Pauline looked at him feeling pity and realising that she had seemed turned on by the big cocks and she put her arms around John and cuddled him then moved her mouth next to his and whispered softly/ “I knew that when I married you darling and I don’t mind really and I was thinking that when you get all dressed up you won’t have a big bulge there. I will make you up just like a girl and we can go to sex parties together. It will be so much fun” she said enthusiastically a broad grin on her face.

John started to grin too and his face suddenly changed into a happy one. “That would be so much fun” he said while drinking down a glass of champagne. “Would you like another Pauline?”

“Yes darling top mine up please” she said taking another hit on the pipe. “Wow I feel really fucking high” she said looking through more pictures on the laptop. She saw lots of TVs dressed in drag sucking men’s penises...

“Why don’t they show women sucking guys in drag cocks?” John said in disappointment.

“They are probably there somewhere” Pauline replied “But why don’t I dress you all up now?” she said feeling his penis becoming erect then taking his hand she led him into the bedroom.

She opened the wardrobe and took out the basque then took off his dressing gown. “No first I will depilate you completely” she said giggling.

“But my body is smooth and practically hairless,” John objected.

“Practically but not quite, pubic and underarm and there are some tiny ones on your forearms. They all have to come off. She informed him her voice taking on an imperative tone. “Come to the bathroom. I can shave most of them off and then get the rest off with wax strips” Pauline said.

John stood meekly, unresisting as his wife shaved off his underarm and pubic hair them he looked at himself in the mirror. “Oh I look like a little boy again now” he complained but his erect penis showed that he was getting turned on.

“You look lovely darling, all the better to suck a nice smooth dick and balls to lick around” she said feeling a tingling sensation in her vagina. She squatted down. “Sit on the toilet lid” she ordered taking some wax strips out of a packet and sticking one on John’s leg, she ripped it off suddenly.

“Ow that fucking hurt” John squealed.

“Don’t be so nambie pambie, now you know what s women have to go through to make ourselves attractive” Pauline said giggling.

“I didn’t realise...”

“Now it’s all finished, go and take a shower and then I’ll be waiting in the bedroom” Pauline said giving him a suggestive look.

Pauline opened the wardrobe and took out a little black dress, black g-string, bra, suspender belt, black stockings and high heels and as she laid them out on the bed she felt herself getting wet. “This is so exciting but I don’t know why” she thought.  

John came through the door with a boyish shy look on his face and stood looking down at the clothes she had laid out on the bed. He was excited and playing with his penis squeezing his legs together.

“I love seeing you wanking John” Pauline encouraged him. “Now put the suspender belt on and stocking first” she said giggling “Oh this is so much fun” she added.

John pulled on the suspender belt while Pauline rolled up one of the stockings.

“Sit on the edge of the bed and slowly roll them on or else you will ladder them” Pauline instructed.

John sat on the edge of the bed and rolled on the stockings until they were right up.

“Now attach them to the suspender belt, like this” Pauline said showing him how to do it.

John still had an erection as he looked in the mirror at his reflection “It’s a real turn on dressing up” he said.

Pauline took a pair of her black high heel platform shoes, the ones that were a bit too big for her and that she never wore anymore and kneeling down in front of John she guided his foot into one. It was tight but she just managed to get it on and do up the ankle strap. Then she put on the other one and picked up the bra and put it on him. “You are a bit flat but sometimes girls cheat and I used to years ago when we first met. My breasts were much smaller than” she said, taking a bag out of the wardrobe and fishing around inside. “Ah here we are” she exclaimed smiling and taking out two little plastic boxes and opening them. “False boobies” she cried laughing and inserting them into the bra that John was wearing.

“Well, I never guessed,” he said smiling and remembering their courting days and heavy petting in the back seat. “That’s why you wouldn’t let me get your tits out” he started to laugh.

Then they both started to laugh at the memory.

“I fooled you silly” Pauline said.

“But I wouldn’t have minded if you had small boobies, I mean most girls do at that age” he said a faraway look in his eyes.

“Come on put this on and I’ll do your make up” Pauline said a tear coming to her eyes as she remembered when she was sixteen and was worried that her breasts wouldn’t grow. She remembered Gwen’s were huge and she used to play with them and suck them when they had a sleepover.

John slid the black dress over his head and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

Pauline picked up a pair of false eye lashes “Keep absolutely still now while I put these on you” she stuck the false eyelashes on then applied mascara, then some lipstick. “Mm, hello sweetie you are starting to look so feminine darling” she said, picking up a black eye pencil and doing John’s eyebrows. “Now for the final touch” she said, taking one of her blonde wigs out of the wardrobe where she kept it on a stand and putting it on his head. “Look in the mirror; you look absolutely amazing," she said, not believing just how much like a woman her husband really looked.  She had always been aware of his androgynous appearance but couldn’t believe in the transformation.

John looked at his reflection in the mirror. “It’s amazing!” he exclaimed.

Just then the phone rang and Pauline knew who it was before she picked it up.

“Hello Pauly, how are you? It was so much fun last night. What are you doing?”

Pauline looked at her husband and smiled. “Me and John are playing dress- up games and are thinking of going over to Soho to buy some kinky clothes and things, and then go for a meal afterwards.”

“Oh Pauly let me come please!”

“Gwen, John’s undergone somewhat of a transmogrification. I don’t know whether he is ready for a public outing yet”

“Stop talking in riddles, what sort of transmogrification?  I remember when you found that word in a dictionary at school.”

“He is more female now,” Pauline giggled.

John stood there looking embarrassed with a “you shouldn’t have told her” look on his face.

“I’m coming right over “ Gwen said an eager tone to her voice “ I love walking around Soho, there is all sorts of TVs and drag queens, there is this pub...

“Don’t worry John, Gwen’s got a very open mind and she loves all this kind of thing. I mean she is Bi for a start” Pauline said apologetically feeling a bit of a bitch.

“What if someone recognizes me?” He said standing up and tottering, almost losing his balance. “And I never would be able to walk in these shoes” John complained.

“No one would ever recognize you like that. In fact, I find it hard to recognize you myself. I’m sorry that I blurted it all out to Gwen but I feel that you shouldn’t hide it from our swinging friends and when they all know and accept your alter ego, think of what fun you are going to have” Pauline said excitedly.

“What about walking?” John asked, trying to walk a few steps while clinging to the wardrobe.

“Sorry John '' Pauline said, unable to stop herself giggling but that’s exactly like it was for me when I first started to wear high heels. Have a go around the living room and if you can’t yet then I‘ve got a pair of black sneakers you can wear. They are very fashionable, I saw a picture of Cyrus Miley wearing a pair with a tight skirt like yours and they look fabulous. I’ll get them, she said, taking a pair of basketball type canvas boots from her shoe rack and handing them to John.

“I think that I had better” John said sitting on the end of the bed and taking off the high heels and replacing them with sneakers. “Ah these are perfect” he said standing up.

“Well then darling you had better practice swinging your hips a bit when you walk and crossing and uncrossing your legs” Pauline said in a humorous tone.

“I’m ready to go out like this but I’m stoned but when it wears off I might feel a fool” John said doubtfully.

“Of course we will take a couple of spliffs with us as well.”

   Coming Out in Soho

Chapter 4

The Soho pavements were crowded as the three “girls” walked along Brewer Street hand in hand.

“Hey John,” Gwen said in a low voice. “No-one has given you a strange look and everyone thinks that you are a girl, but what shall we call you darling? Do you have a fantasy name or shall we call you Joanna?

“Joanna, no Thelma is my name” John replied in a feminine voice which set them all off laughing until the tears ran down their faces.

“Oh stop it Gwen my mascara is running” Pauline said dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.

“Look Walker’s Court that little alleyway over there, I remember coming here with Grant; there is a SM shop over there” Gwen said pointing.

They all crossed the road and a taxi driver slowed down to let them go. “All right girls” he shouted as he drove by giving them a broad wink that caused them all to start giggling again.

“This is the shop,” Gwen said, coming to a halt outside a plate glass window that was full of rubber and leather clothing and SM fetish gear.

 “Looks heavy,” Pauline commented.

“No, they’re as nice as pie in here, come on let’s go in” Gwen encouraged the others.

Inside the shop there were not many customers and the two girls serving looked at them expectantly. They looked to be in their twenties or early thirties and were both dressed in leather SM clothes and heavily pierced and tattooed.

“Good morning ladies, can I help you?” the one with a nose ring greeted them. While the other who wore a top with her pierced nipples poking through and a metal collar with a chain on it smiled sweetly belying the heaviness of her appearance.

John nudged Pauline and said in a low voice “I love that metal collar she's wearing.”

“That collar you’re wearing, how much are they?” Pauline asked the assistant.

“That’s handmade polished stainless steel and twenty pounds but we have bondage collars in leather as well in all sizes” the girl with the ring through her nose said from behind the counter.

“Can we look at a selection please to fit Thelma here” Pauline said.

John looked as the assistant placed a selection of rings on the plate glass counter. There was thick black leather, one lined with red fur with a metal ring in front which he fancied. “How much is that one dear?” he asked in a surprising high voice.

“Fifteen pounds Madame,” the assistant replied, smiling in anticipation of a sale.

“Yes, we'll leave it on the counter. Do you mind if we just look around? You have so much stuff in here” John asked. He was really enjoying himself, the transition into his alter ego and the fact that no-one seemed to be able to tell that he was a man in drag.

“No, go right ahead,” the assistant said with a smile.

The “girls” walked around the shop inspecting racks of rubber and leather clothes, their fingers lingering especially over the soft latex and staring at the vast array of SM equipment.

Pauline’s eyes alighted on a rubber suit with zips at the, breasts, genital and which left the buttocks exposed at the back. “How about that Thelma, you would look nice in that and a pair of those red platform shoes” she suggested giving John a knowing look.

“Oh yes it's lovely, '' John said.

“Also those long rubber gloves” suggested Gwen.

“Would Madame like to try one on” asked the assistant with the pierced nipples sensing another sale?

John tried the suit on in the changing cubicle while Pauline and Gwen giggled outside and peeked through the curtain.

“Have a look,” John said in an expectant tone, opening the curtain and twirling around. “Do you think it suits me?”

“Oh it’s gorgeous” Pauline said.

“Yes you look fabulous, Thelma darling” agreed Gwen.

The “girls” walked down Brewer Street carrying shopping bags like prizes arm in arm. Happy smiles on their faces because they were having fun.

“Let’s go for a nice meal now. What shall we have, French, Italian, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Thai, it’s all here. What do you fancy?

“Chinese,” John replied.

“Chinese” echoed Pauline.

“Yes, Chinese would be nice, let’s go to ChinaTown, to Lee Ho Fooks,” Gwen agreed.

“Fook Me that’s settled then” Pauline joked taking a line from Austin Powers.

“No Fook You” Said John joining in the game.

The girls joined arms and made their way through the crowded Soho streets towards China town and Gerrard Street where they enjoyed a very nice Chinese meal.

The Cutters

Chapter 5

It was Saturday morning the second day of June and Robin and Dwina, Gwen’s children were playing happily in the sandpit together with lots of other school children, many were ethnic but they all got along together for most of the time.

“Look at how they all get on so well together even though they are all different but see that little girl over there with white scarf she will probably be taken home to India this year and be mutilated and tortured” Gwen said with an angry look on her face.

“What do you mean?” Pauline said horrified.

“Haven’t you heard of the cutters? They take little girls like her and cut their labia and clitoris off then sew their vagina’s up, infibulation those in the medical profession call it. Doctors and nurses see it a lot when a Muslim woman becomes pregnant” Gwen spoke angrily in an indignant tone to her voice.

“But why and how do they have sex” Pauline wanted to know a shocked expression on her face.

“They cut them open on their wedding night because Muslim men won’t marry a girl that can experience sexual pleasure...” Gwen explained looking over at the little Muslim girl with pity.

“Why, that’s terrible. Why do they do it?”

“Because Muslim men believe that sexual pleasure in a female is evil and that only men can experience it” Gwen explained.

“Why that is perverse, so it’s the men who do it?” Pauline said in disbelief.

“No, the cutters are women  who do their evil work because they had it done and for the money, sometimes they use a blunt razor blade or even a piece of broken glass, if you want a new razor blade then the parents pay extra.”

“But why is it allowed to be done to British girls?” Pauline asked, glancing over at the Muslim girl not quite believing what she was being told, " why doesn’t the government make it illegal?” Pauline asked.

“It is illegal under the offences against the person’s act, it’s called grievous bodily harm or GBH in the legal profession” Gwen explained.

“So why don’t the police bring the culprits to justice?”

“Because the Crown Prosecution Service won’t prosecute and the police have been told not to investigate because the politically correct crowd do not want to upset the Muslims” Gwen said.

“This is beyond belief,” Pauline said.

I know, like a horror film and I would have never have believed it unless our nanny Cleo had told me all about it. She had an African school friend once and her parents had her cut and sewn up when she was nine and she was never the same again, tried to speak out against it and they stoned her to death when she went back home...”

Pauline felt the tears rush to her eyes. “What can we do about it? How about writing to Parliament” she suggested.

“I told you they already know about it, both the coalition of Tories and Lib Dems and Labour.  You’ve got the Christian hypocrite Claire Perry MP wittering on about saving British children from the perceived harms of pornography while failing to act to prevent the real physical suffering and mutilation of thousands of British schoolgirls. What if kids do look at porn, the young ones wouldn’t understand the context of what was happening and the older get sexually educated on the net about that diverse world of human sexual behaviour instead of sniggering behind the bike sheds and becoming ashamed of their own bodies? No, I've had enough of this hypocrisy and of MPs who tolerate it and I’m going to start a group on my Facebook page...” Gwen said with a look of fierce determination on her face.

“I’ll be the first to join, it’s got to be stopped” Pauline said vehemently.

“Yes we will be over Parliament Square with placards reading “Stop the mutilation and torture of British schoolgirls now” we will get arrested and thrown in the cells for the night” Gwen said.

“Yes, like the Suffragettes” Pauline said.  

“To change the subject, it's Sunday tomorrow, how about a party over your place?...”

“Oh that would be great” Pauline agreed.

“And I would like to bring Cleo. She's so nice, loves a puff like most Jamaicans and you will love her.”

“Okay then come over for dinner first about eight okay?” Pauline agreed.

Party Time

Chapter 6

“Let me introduce you to Cleo,” Gwen said.

Pauline kissed Cleo on the cheek and Cleo kissed her back. Cleo was dressed in a latex maid’s outfit. “Oh I love your dress Cleo it’s so sexy darling” Pauline said taking in the large breasts that jiggled up and down as Cleo laughed, the long legs encased in black nylon and knee high laced up boots, the light coffee colour of her skin, her mysterious green eyes, her hair in braids and how white her teeth were as she smiled.

“You look lovely yourself Mistress Pauline and I am so happy to meet you” Gwen said curtseying.

“Cleo, let me introduce you to Thelma, Pauline’s partner and sex slave” Gwen said, her face serious.

John and Cleo embraced and kissed each other then Grant and Gwen were kissing Pauline and embracing her tightly. They were all dressed in latex and as their bodies pressed together the material made the bizarre erotic noise that all lovers of the second skin know.

Pauline and John had cooked several dishes and laid them out on the long wooden dining table that they only used for special occasions like now. The table was covered in a white table cloth and two candle bars whose lit candle flames were reflected in the silver dishes, champagne filled ice buckets and silver cutlery that graced the table.

“Why don’t you all sit down?” Pauline said assuming a role that John would have taken in the past. She was in charge now as Mistress of the house and relishing the role. Pauline sat down at the head of the table with Gwen on her right, Grant on her left and John and Cleo further down. No-one sat at the other end as John certainly would have done in the past.

“Oh it all looks so lovely Pauline” Gwen said. “Grant can you open the wine”

Grant’s large muscular hand took a serviette and holding a bottle he eased out the cork with a pop.

“Cleo, will you pour it?” Gwen said.

“Yes,” Mistress Cleo said, taking the bottle from Grant and circling the table filling everyone’s champagne flutes.

“Bon appetit everyone” Pauline said sipping her glass feeling the sparkling wine bubbling on her palate.

“This food is beautiful Pauline,” Grant said, sucking an oyster off its shell.

“Yes delicious” Gwen agreed, eating her lobster salad with relish.

“My compliments to the two chefs who prepared this delicious food with love,” John said, smiling at everyone.

“Yes it's delicious, kind Mistress” Cleo said smiling and showing a row of pure white even teeth.

Pauline wondered whether it would have been more appropriate to assume their slave master relationships after the meal but Gwen was the expert at these things and everyone was dressed for the occasion and seemingly enjoying themselves.

When everyone had finished the sumptuous meal Cleo and John cleared the table and washed the dishes while the others retired to the lounge area and sat around the coffee table.

“Okay everyone we are going to chill out now, get high and have some fun,” Pauline announced, opening the carved teak box and handing it to Grant.

Grant smiled, took out the pipe, opened the stash box and filled the pipe and handed it to Pauline.

“Pass the Dutchy on the left hand side” Pauline sang, lighting the pipe inhaling and passing it to Gwen who inhaled and passed it to Grant, who passed it to Cleo who passed it to John. Soon the smoking pipe was back in Pauline’s hands again and it kept going round and around until everyone was high and laughing and giggling. Pauline realised that she was really out of it and felt like some red wine. ”Anyone fancy some red wine?” she asked.

Cleo nodded in assent “Yes kind Mistress she said.

“John go and get a bottle of red and two glasses“ Pauline ordered in an imperative tone while realising that she was used to giving orders now and having them obeyed by her husband and that their relationship had been entirely reversed.

John poured out the Fleurie and Pauline savoured its pleasant bouquet before taking a mouthful, swirling it around her palate and drinking it. “Mm delicious” she exclaimed then she turned to Gwen. “I think that the games should begin now darling, I’m feeling horny, why don’t you start them off”

“Me too” Gwen agreed with a giggle, her hand sliding in between Pauline’s thighs where it lingered for a moment before standing up. “Cleo get down on your knees and show Mistress Pauline how well you suck a cunt” she said hands on hips.

“Yes Mistress Gwen” Cleo replied, crawling over to Pauline and pushing up her latex skirt.

Pauline felt Cleo’s hot breath on her thighs then her tongue slowly working its way up her inner thighs until it brushed open her labia that were wet with desire and started to lick her clitoris and suck her swollen nether lips into her mouth. “Oh yes you naughty girl” Pauline gasped in pleasure. “Suck my wet sticky cunt, drink my love juices.”

“Thelma crawl over here and suck my cunt” Gwen commanded.

Grant stood up and released his massively erect penis from his posing pouch and watching this highly erotic scene began to play with it, slowly pulling the foreskin right back to expose his massive reddish purple knob then up again.

Pauline reached out and grasped Grant’s cock then climbed on top of him and sitting on his lap she grasped his penis and placed the big knob up against Cleo’s face. “Suck it” she ordered, looking down watching her as she started to suck Grant’s big cock. When it was all wet and shiny she pressed her anus down upon it and slowly sat on the throbbing shaft until it was deep inside her.  “Suck my cunt and lick his balls” she gasped, abandoning herself completely. Looking over at Gwen she saw that she was fucking John’s red striped ass with a strap on while beating him with her riding crop.

“Oh look Gwen my big cock is right up Pauline’s ass while Cleo is sucking her cunt and licking my balls” Grant gasped.

“Oh it looks so fucking dirty Grant. Thelma lick Cleo’s cunt and ass while I am fucking you” Gwen ordered.

“Oh yes it’s so fucking dirty doing all these things and watching each other, I’m going to come soon” Pauline panted her breathing speeding up, her face reddening.  

Suddenly Grant began to gasp his breath coming it short bursts “Oh I am going to shoot my hot spunk all up inside your bum hole Pauline” he gasped. Then he shot his hot semen deep inside her in several long spurts.

Pauline felt Grant’s spunk shoot upside her and it made her come and as the powerful orgasm throbbed and pulsed through her body and began to subside into pleasant tingling she shouted,  “Take it out Grant, Cleo suck all the spunk off.” She felt his big penis slide out and sperm drip down her thighs. “Suck it Cleo, lick all the spunk off” she gasped.  Hearing the dirty sound of cock sucking and feeling Cleo’s tongue licking Grant’s semen off her thighs and anus she could feel her vagina tingling and another orgasm starting in her clitoris and spreading out to engulf her whole body she knew that she was going to come again. She began to tremble as the “Big O” swept over again, more powerful this time. She heard her voice screaming “Oh yes I’m coming, I’m coming” the disembodied sound coming from far away...

It’s like a dream

Chapter 7

Pauline woke and images of the party last night flooded through her mind like a dirty dream. She closed her mind and visualised sitting on Grant’s big cock while Cleo sucked her cunt and her hand went down in between her thighs to her fingers discovering that her vagina was already wet and sticky. “I must have been dreaming about it” she thought, her fingers pulling at her labia and rubbing her clitoris. She masturbated until she had an orgasm then went back to sleep the thought going through her mind “I want it all the time now...”

The phone was ringing, waking her from a dream where lots of slaves were using their tongues on her. She reached out and picked up the phone. “Hello” she answered sleepily.

“Its Gwen, are you still asleep?”

“Yes I fell asleep again and I was dreaming” she replied.

“It’s half eleven darling. Wow what a party last night” Gwen giggled.

“Yes I’m still tingling all over, its magic. I never realised that I was highly sexed before and life was getting rather dull, now I can’t really believe it, it's like a dream.”

“Yes most women never realise their sexual potential and many don’t even have an orgasm in their whole lives, poor cows” Gwen said.

“I had multiple orgasms last night,” Pauline admitted.

“Yes you dirty lucky bitch, I never realised you were such a dirty little gil even though you used to make me come years ago. I mean who wouldn’t have multiple orgasms with a big cock up the ass and someone sucking their cunt” Gwen said breaking out into a loud dirty laugh over the phone.

Gwen talking like that made Pauline feel horny again and her fingers slipped into her wet vagina and she began to play with herself again. “I’m turning into a sex maniac Gwen. You are turning me on with your dirty talk and I’m fingering myself listening to you”

“Look Pauly why don’t I come over and suck your cunt darling while you are all wet and sticky then we can have buttered toast with cunty fingers as Dylan Thomas said.”

“Oh I remember when we found that poem in Under Milkwood and passed it all around the school” Pauline giggled. “Yes come over how long will you be?”

“I’m going down the stairs now and I’ll be there in about a minute” Gwen said laughing.

“I’ll take a quick shower.”

“Don’t, I want to suck all your juices out you dirty little bitch.”

Pauline felt her clitoris begin to swell and tingle as she heard the roar of Gwen’s Mini Cooper growl into life. Then she heard the sound of music blending Kate Perry’s voice mixing in with the roar of the souped up engine “I kissed a girl, she liked it and my boyfriend doesn’t mind it...” She lay there listening to the lyrics and the sound of Gwen’s driving then she heard the roar of her car pulling up in her driveway, the engine dying, the car door slamming and her front door opening then as if in a dream Gwen’s hot lips pressing down upon hers...

Gwen stood up for a moment to quickly undress then she slid into Pauline’s hot bed and pressed her lips down upon her pushing her tongue deep inside while her hand felt her wet hot vagina. “I love you Pauly," she said pulling back the covers and taking Pauline’s breasts into her mouth she began to suck the nipples, first one then the other, cupping them in her hands, pushing them together so that the nipples were close together while sucking.

“Oh, oh” Pauline cried in pleasure, closing her eyes and remembering Gwen doing this when they were just 16 and still virgins. She felt Gwen’s hot lips covering her stomach, lingering over her pubic mound before her tongue and mouth were tightly pressed against her vagina then the exquisite sensation as she licked around it and parted her labia with her tongue and probing deep inside, her fingers pulling her wide open, revolving her tongue around her vaginal lips until they found the engorged smooth bud of her clitoris and slowly circling it with her tongue. She tried to get up to return the pleasure to her friend but Gwen pushed her back down on the bed.

“No Pauly let me suck you until you come, bend up your knees.”

Pauline bent up her knees then she felt Gwen grasp her thighs and begin to rock her backwards and forth licking her while she did it. The feeling was beautiful, the sucking noises really dirty and she felt herself experiencing the familiar feelings of an approaching orgasm. “Oh yes Gwen suck me harder, oh yes she screamed I’m coming” then the waves of a powerful orgasm swept through her body a she let go of the world.

“I’ll make breakfast and some coffee” Gwen was saying as she looked down upon her with a smile, naked standing there the sun coming through the windows shining on her large firm breasts and illuminating her long blonde tresses and buttocks as she turned and walked out of the bedroom.  

The two friends sat on the bar stools at the breakfast bar crunching toast and marmalade and smiling at each other.

“Why don’t we go out for lunch? There’s that nice little Malaysian restaurant The Lemon Tree on the pavement. Could we go there?” Gwen suggested.

“Okay then but why didn’t you let me suck you Gwen, just now?”

“It’s the full moon silly and I just came on”

Pauline blushed “I should have known I’ll probably come on myself today” she said with a wan smile. “Remember when we were synchronised?”

“Well we probably still are if you come on today. I always feel so fucking randy when I’m on but I had being fucked it’s disgusting.”

“Women bleed and we don’t like it” Pauline said.

“Yes the fucking curse”

“But then it tells us that we are still fruitful and that’s why I always feel so broody” Pauline said.

“Pauline, are you going to have any children?”

“John or fucking dirty Thelma, I should say doesn’t want any but I do” Pauline admitted a sulky expression on her face.

“The selfish bastard, well you’re in charge and we will order him to come up you next time we have a scene” Gwen said vehemently.

“Do you think that he will obey?”

“He will have no choice with me whipping that little ass of his while I’m fucking him” Gwen said breaking out into loud peals of dirty laughter.

“Come on then let’s have a puff before we go out, food tastes so much better...”

“Yes that’s because it accentuates and sharpens all the senses. Here there’s a video on YouTube called “cannabinoid receptors” and it says that we all have these THC receptors in our brains and they make it work better. In fact it doesn’t work properly without them...”

“Really that’s amazing” Pauline said. “I’ll get the laptop and we can watch it before we go out” she said, getting the laptop, placing it on the coffee table and switching it on and browsing to YouTube.

“What’s it called again?”

“Cannabinoid receptors; here let me put it in” Gwen said typing into the YouTube browser. Then it came up on the screen and this guy dressed in a white jacket appeared on the screen.

“Oh he looks a right little intellectual” commented Pauline laughing, opening the teak box and making up a pipe. Let’s puff while we are watching it. I always thought that this stuff was good for you. Yes this guys a professor, oh he is injecting this poor guy with a radioactive dye, I wouldn’t fancy that” Pauline squealed.

“This will show the receptors in the body absorbing the THC.  Look, they are everywhere not just in the brain. I watched it last night again. It’s fucking amazing!”

“Yes isn’t it” Pauline agreed handing the still smoking pipe to Gwen.

Apprentice’s Night

Chapter 8

It was apprentice’s night tonight and John had told Pauline that he would be late. The shop had closed at eighty thirty and he would stay until ten.

There were three models this evening who came to get their hair done for nothing and who the apprentices practised dyeing, cutting and permanent waving on.

He had recently taken on a new apprentice straight from school. Michael was a shampoo boy at the moment, very good looking and intelligent whom the women loved and he picked up a lot of big tips for massaging customers scalps with essential oils, something he said that he had learnt on YouTube. John watched Michael for a moment and deciding that he was doing a good job he went up to his office, sat down at his computer and started to look at some SM sites.

There was this dominatrix who reminded him of Pauline whipping a slave’s buttocks and making him drink her urine. Watching this he lost track of time until he heard some shooting and realised something was going on. He closed the lid of his laptop and getting up he made his way to the model room. As he approached he heard a woman shouting and he opened the door to find one of the models, a girl of sixteen crying with Michael cringing under a torrent of abuse from the girl’s mother.

“Look what you've done to my daughter’s hair you fool, how did you ever get a job here? I’m going to sue because Pat can’t go to work like that” the mother was screaming.

John knew the mother because her daughter was a regular hair model and he had chatted to her before, a Mrs Simpson if his memory served him right. “Mrs Simpson calm down now what is the matter? John asked, looking at Pat whose brunette hair Michael had shaved at the sides combed back into a ponytail.

“What’s the matter, what’s the matter? Can’t you see what he has done to my daughter’s hair” the angry mother shouted.

John realised at once where his apprentice Michael had got the idea from because he had seen a famous actress wearing the same style when watching the Cannes Film Festival on TV the other day. And anyway he knew the irate woman couldn’t sue because she had signed a legal document that allowed his staff to create whatever hairstyles they liked using the hair models.  

“It’s the latest chic fashion Madam” Michael was defending himself.

“Michael you don’t need to make excuses because I like this style very much indeed and I don’t know what all this fuss is about Mrs Simpson.

“What, I don’t believe what I’m hearing, I’ll call my husband” Mrs Simpson threatened.

“Mum please don’t call Dad because I really like the hairdo Michael has done, it’s so trendy” Pat pleaded.

“What, how are you going to go into work tomorrow looking like that?” Mrs Simpson asked.

“Easy Mum, just go in, they don’t tell you how to have your hair done” Pat said defiantly smiling at Michael.

As John drove home he smiled remembering the drama and thinking that Michael was going to be one of his top stylists in the future and he decided to enter him in an upcoming hairdressers’ show where absolutely anything went.        

The End of Short Stories