As I looked for a place to get my hair cut, I ended up picking a hair salon. I would have picked a barber shop, but I felt like it would be best to go to a place where women cut hair. Who knows if I could meet a woman on Ashley's level. But I would be okay with a rare rank, finding the place I wanted, and begin to walk towards it. It was only three miles away from here.
I picked a small family-owned business. As I entered the place, I looked around, noticing a rare ranking with five points. Clicking on her number and smiling as her looks earned her two points, but the system gave her three points for tabooness, as it indicated she was illegal. Meaning I can use different kinds of ways to bed her even without using my skill.
The woman smiled as she walked over and asked me in a thick Mexican accent. "Sir, do you want a haircut?" She said as I smiled. "Yes, please, miss?" I said, making her smile. "The name is Camila Ramírez, Sir. Please follow me." She said, giving me a gentle and warm smile, making me feel only a little bit bad about the plans I have for her.
"What kind of haircut do you want, sir?" She said, smiling as I thought for a moment. "Can I get a casual slickback with cropped sides?" I said, shocking her as she didn't think I knew a style like that, as she smiled. "Sí, do you also want your hair treated?" She asked with a smile as I nodded.
Camila guided me to a chair in front of a sink and told me to sit down. I had been watching her from behind. She was wearing short shorts and a strapless top, making her look sexy and youthful. She had to be in her early 20s as I took my backpack off and sat in the chair. She leaned me back with her chest in my face as she reached over to turn the hot water on.
She started to wash my hair as she hummed a song. I could smell her perfume because she was so close to me. I made up my mind, I would use any trick, no matter how underhanded it was, to get her into a bed. The haircut lasted about an hour as she finished and spoke.
"Te ves increíble." She said, making me tilt my head, thinking, I think it means I look incredible. "Thank you, Camila," I said, smiling at her as she smiled back, and thought for a moment before running back to her bag and pulling out a bandana, before coming back and tying it around my head. "You look even better now." She said with a bright smile.
We walked to the front, and I paid, giving her a fifty-dollar tip, making her smile. "Come back anytime, I will make sure to make you handsome again." She said, blushing a little. Her words told me she thought I was handsome at that moment, as I smiled. "I will do that, Camila," I said, looking at the closing hours, and smiled.
I had five hours till closing, so I needed to finish my shopping in three and get back here. I thought to myself as I looked for the other places. There was a Sex shop close by here, and I smiled. I need to get the rope for Camila. I had already made up my mind that she would become my first sex slave. I had some slight bitterness about it, but if I do it right. She will enjoy living her life that way.
Making it to the store in twenty minutes, I opened the door as the clerk nodded to me, and I walked inside. Looking around until I noticed the BDSM area and walked over to it, looking through the whole area and picking out three things: the rope, an O-ring gag, and a leather riding crop.
Walking to the front desk, I laid the items on the counter, making the clerk smirk. "Make sure you treat the rope first before using it." He said, making me stop for a moment. "How does one treat the rope?" I asked. "You wash it first, then let it air dry, then put oil on it. This kind of oil." He said, reaching under the table and pulling out a bottle labeled 'camellia oil'. "Do you have any in the store?" I asked.
He shook his head no. "You can pick it up in most name-brand stores like Walmart." He said, making me nod as I paid him and sighed. Looks like I won't be able to use it right now, I don't want to hurt her body. I may be an asshole, but I wouldn't be that much of an asshole. I left and went to the clothing store near here, picking up some new clothes—only two sets for now; this kid's fashion needed work.
I made it back to the hair salon, an hour and a half before it closed. Texting my mother that I would be late as I ran into some friends and wanted to hang out with them. I moved to the back alley and leaned up against a wall, watching the back door. Pulling out the book Ashley handed me, I started to read it.
The sun started to go down as it was getting closer to six p.m., when the back door to the store opened and Camila walked out. She began to walk my way as she hummed. When she got closer, I stepped out, startling her as she held her bag. "Sir, you scared me. Do you need anything from me?" She asked, tilting her head as I smiled.
"Yes, I need to talk to you," I said, walking forward. "Does your boss know you are illegal?" I said, making her shocked, but she tried to play it off. "Sir, I have no idea what you mean. I would like it if you don't talk to me again." She said, walking away. "You do know that if I call this in and it is found that they hired an illegal worker, it could force them to close. Do you really want to make a family business close down?" I said, making her freeze and clinch her hands.
"What do you want, sir?" She said, looking at me as I smiled. "I want you to come with me. I want to get to know you. That's all." I said, making her bite her lower lip and nod. As she walked over to me, I had already found a motel close by where we could pay for a couple of hours. That's more than I need right now.
Camila was quiet while walking next to me until we stopped in front of the motel. "Sir, why are we here?" She asked, holding her bag close and biting her lip as I smiled. "Here is where we will get to know each other better. It's the perfect place to do that." I said, making her blush as she knew what was about to happen. But she didn't want to hurt the woman who was kind enough to give her a job; she had finally found happiness in her life.
She followed me as I entered the building and went to the front desk. "Yes, I would like to pay for three hours," I said, making Camila quiver as she heard that. "That will be eighty dollars." The man said, and I pulled out my card, swiping it as he handed me the key. "Third floor, eight rooms to the left of the elevator." He said before sitting back down, and I started to walk to the elevator with a scared Camila in tow.
We entered the elevator, and I spoke. "As long as you don't fight it, I will treat you gently. But the more you fight it, the rougher I will be. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to get to know you. As I find you breathtaking, and wish to have a relationship with you." I said, making her scuff. "You threaten me and expect me to be okay with it." She said in protest.
"True, you make a point. But this is how I am, I take what I want. I have always and will continue to do so. But I am not completely without reason, as long as you submit to me. I will take care of you, that's simple." I said, looking at her as she grit her teeth and couldn't believe someone would be so arrogant and egotistical.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened as I picked her up and put her over my shoulder, as she struggled, shocked by my action. "Put me down right now." She said her Mexican accent, making me slap her ass as I put the key in the door and unlocked it.
"Behave yourself, Camila," I said, slapping her ass again, making her moan out.