Vixen LaCroix was late for her 2 o’clock press and curl.
She could only imagine the heat she was going to catch from Olivia if she
didn’t show up. The hairdresser was known to get cross with clients who
disturbed the tranquility of her schedule. Clients had been let go for such
crimes. That’s right, Olivia leaves you, you never leave her. Thankful for the
empty space out front of the shop, Vixen parked her Beamer. Jumping out of the
car, she dashed in with her excuses already.
“Olivia, I am so sorry. That crazy client of mine just
would not leave me…” Vixen trailed off noting the silence. Most of the women
were focused on the back area of the shop, where the sinks were. They were
mesmerized by something – or someone.
“What’s going on?” she asked the sister at the desk.
“Olivia got a new ‘dresser today,” the girl with the lime
green contacts whispered.
“What’s so big about that?”
“Child, wait to you see him.”
“Him? Twain let her bring in another dude. There must’ve
been a cat fight.”
“Twain ran off with Raquel’s fiancé.”
“What?”
“Girl, shh, he coming.”
At the alert, all business resumed. Vixen returned her
eyes to the arch leading to the back and was thrown ten paces when he emerged.
He was gorgeous. Athletically cut in all the right places. Tall like sugar
cane. His rolled up sleeves revealed two Celtic arm bands that looked so hot
against his freshly tanned skin. His fingers were long and strong. His dark
blond hair looked stylishly bedraggled, giving his hazel eyes an even dreamier
look. He could’ve been clipped from an Armani ad in GQ magazine. What the hell
was he doing in Olivia’s salon?
At the moment, he was leading old Lady Watson to his station,
but she was certainly not her usual grumpy self. She looked more like a school
girl as she tried to talk his ear off. He was polite, listening intently,
rubbing her hair dry with a towel. Once the woman was settled into her seat, he
took his post behind her, where the women were treated to a new view. For a
white boy, he had a lil’ booty poking out from beneath them worn-in jeans by the
way the girls sighed and shook their heads. Even Vixen was impressed.
Suddenly, she felt flush and had the urge to fan herself.
Glancing up, she noticed him looking directly at her through the mirror. His
eyes roved over her whole body before settling over her cocoa eyes. His sexy
smile deepened even more. Was he checking
me out?
“Vixen!” a shrill voice called out to her, causing her to
jump from her trance.
Wincing, she turned around to face the petite shop owner with
the killer afro. “Olivia, hey girl– “
“Unh-ah, you twenty minutes late.”
“I know, I know. But I couldn’t get away from Spendzilla.
She practically wanted everything in the boutique. I had to pry this pretty
ensemble from her clutches just… for… you.”
Olivia’s eyes lit upon the violet satin mini caftan. “Is
that the one from India?”
“The very same,” Vixen sing-songed waving the material
before her like a hypnotist. She knew she had the woman as soon as her eyes
touched the outfit.
“I guess I can purify the air a little to forgive this
one transgression. And that’s because your big girl clothes are the shit,”
Olivia gushed. “But you don’t get off completely unscathed. Since I already
started on Loretta, I’m going to have to get someone else.”
“Oh Via, no!”
“Colin!”
Did she say Colin?
Suddenly, hot vanilla came strolling over after tucking tittery Old Lady Watson
under the dryer. He was quick with some rollers; that was for sure.
“What can I do for you, queen?” He threw an arm around
Olivia, which made the beautician giggle.
“You too cute. Vixen here needs a wash and style. Now,
Kiera said that was your specialty.”
“Kiera? Kiera Jeans?” Vixen asked intrigued. She knew of
the hairstylist well. Word had it, she was the hairstylist for the Minx
whenever she popped into the ATL.
“Yeah, I apprenticed with her for three years after a
stint doing hair in my mom’s salon.” His eyes roamed her body, causing the heat
to rise.
“Colin has been pressing and curling since he was nine.
And with that slut Twain running off at the worst possible time–“ A loud shriek
halted her next words. “Raquel, now, stop that crying!” Olivia ran off toward
the back to calm her grieving manicurist, leaving Vixen and Colin to get
acquainted.
“So, how can I service you?”
Butt-naked with a
box of Trojans and a free afternoon. “Uh, just a wash and style,” Vixen
said following him to the back.
“Vixen? Now that is an interesting name.” Colin wrapped a
small towel about her neck before draping the black cover over her torso.
“My parents are a bit on the eccentric side.”
“And you own a boutique?”
“Vixen’s. We sell the best in big boned fashion,” she
beamed proudly. “I just inked a deal to be the inclusive carrier for Double D’s
newest collection, Décolletage.”
“My mother loves that line. After six kids, she couldn’t
quite get her figure back, but my daddy doesn’t seem to mind. He pays to make
sure she looks good,” he chuckled. “Maybe I could stop in for a look.”
“Come anytime. I mean, come whenever you… So, you come
from a big family? Wow, six kids.” She was blathering like an idiot.
“Three boys, three girls. A regular ol’ Brady Bunch. We
even had a Tiger when we were growing up.”
“No sir!” she laughed easing back into the sink.
“Yes ma’am.” His fingers began to massage her temples
sensuously, putting her into a relaxed state she had never been in before.
Tingles of rich pleasure rippled down her neck into her body – and he hadn’t
even hit the back of her head yet. Damn, she
sighed to herself. These were some heavenly
digits. As they spread over her scalp, they were hitting spots she hadn’t
realized had any feeling.
She audibly moaned. “I take it you liked that.”
Vixen gasped, opening her eyes after realizing her moan
was not internal. “I… am… so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. It was compliment,” he smirked, his
hazel eyes capturing hers. “Not many people realize the scalp is a huge
erogenous zone.”
“Really?” Vixen sighed, easing back into the lull. His
fingers began to delve deep into the mass of her raven locks, building up the
lather. That wasn’t the only thing getting built up. With each movement, Vixen
could feel it other places. As he slid his hand down the back of her head, her
clit felt the motion and tingled. Her legs immediately crossed to quell the need.
Then he began to run tiny circles along the sides, which caused her nipples to
coil tightly. She prayed her bra was padded enough to hide the peaks.
She opened her eyes and saw that he was still staring at
her. The heat from his eyes was intensifying all the feelings his fingers were
evoking in her body. He leaned closer allowing his scent to cloud her nose. Shit, he smelled good. She imagined
herself licking him up like an ice cream cone on the hottest summer day. She
took in a breath, but was hard pressed to let it go. Her eyes fell on his pouty
lips, wishing he would wrap those bad boys around her swollen clit right now to
easy off this ache.
“Is that good for you?” he asked, huskily as he poured
clean water over her head. All Vixen could do was nod. The lump in her throat
was making speech impossible. He smiled wickedly, then licked his lips like LL
Cool J. She almost lost her mind. Instead she finally released that exhale she
had been gripping onto. Next was the conditioner. He massaged the creamy lotion
into her scalp, working those digits double time as he hand comb it through her
hair. Vixen’s eyes peered down his shirt and realized he didn’t have a tank on.
She could make out a rosy, pierced nipple on a sturdy, hairless pec. She licked
her lips hungrily wanting to slip it between her teeth and tug. She heard those
gadgets made the area more sensitive to touch and she was dying to find out.
Colin rinsed her head again, waking her from her
dreaming. Once the cream had washed out, he leaned over her to grab a fresh
towel. Easing her up from the sink, he gently ran the cloth over her head.
“C’mon over to my station, sweetie.”
Vixen’s eyes glanced up at the ceiling. Lord, give the strength not to soil that
man’s chair. Colin helped her into the seat and began to pump it up. Their
eyes met over at the mirror and Vixen felt a blush come over her. He began to
comb through the tangles like a pro (with the big tooth comb), then he ran her
hair through with some Argon oil.
“You have really gorgeous hair,” he complimented, parting
it in sections. “You aren’t on that creamy crack, are you?”
“What you know about the creamy crack?”
“I’m a hairdresser, ain’t I?” he teased, making her blush
further. “I know it’s a crock.”
“Speak for yourself, Colin.”
Colin chuckled huskily leaning closer to Vixen’s ear.
“Cora’s mad ‘cause I’ve turned two of her clients off the stuff.”
Vixen giggled. She had never used the stuff, not with her
pro-Black momma touting the virtues of their natural curls. “Well, it is a
business and you cutting into her money.”
“I can’t stand by a business that ruins real beauty.” He
stated firmly as his eyes met hers in the mirror, sending another round of
tingles down her way. “That’s why I loved Kiera’s. She banned relaxer use in
her salon two years ago. Her business doubled within the year with girls
looking to go natural.”
“So besides a good bump and curl, what else do you know –
Colin?” she asked curiously, her eyes roaming his body as his had done earlier.
He smirked wickedly again. “I know a lot. I can twist it,
curl it, press it, weave it, fade it, clip it with nothing but skill.”
“Ok, show me.”
“Whatever you wish – Vixen.” The way he said her name
sent more tingles down her body and she actually squirmed a little.
For the next hour, Vixen watched as Colin did things to
her head that was pure hair seduction. He blew it out with such finesse and
care she could’ve walked out then and there and been good for the runway. But
he didn’t stop there. Oh no, Colin went for the kill and curled her head into a
‘do Beyoncé would’ve paid top dollar for. The way his fingers twirled her locks
reminded her of a lover playing in the folds of beloved. He was completely
fixated on bending her head to his will. And she was looking hot while he did
it. Not just hot; fucking hot. She sat mesmerized by the person staring back at
her. Who is she? Oh, that’s right, it’s me. As he finished up, she glanced around salon
and saw that all the sisters had the same look on their face: Whoa!
“All set, sweetness. Will you come see me again?” he asked
handing her the slip – and his card.
Vixen felt bold. Must
be the hair. She leaned closer, taking one last smell of him and handing over
her card. “Only if you come see me.”
He glanced down at her card and smiled. “I just might.”
Vixen exhaled again before turning to pay the
receptionist. As soon as she walked out the shop, she heard a chorus of shouts.
“Colin, I got next.” “Bitch, you just got here. I got next.” “Do me, Colin!”
Once Vixen was in the safety of her car, she realized
something. What was she thinking making such an invitation like that to a man she
just met? Child, he probably gayer than
Twain. He does sistahs’ hair. She
rested her head against the steering wheel. You
just played yourself stupid. Shaking it off, she rolled out back to the
boutique, hoping to shed her shame.
Her staff held down the afternoon crowd like pros. She
had come back to find some hefty sales on the register, meaning her day was
done and her goals were surpassed. As the sun drifted down into the horizon,
Vixen drew the curtains on her shop. Ever since leaving Olivia’s salon she had
been feeling fiercely sexy and wanted to celebrate. Her body was a mass of
tingles and her mind kept replaying Colin’s sexy smile over and over. Her eyes
caught herself in the mirror. She was looking too good to stay in tonight.
Glancing over at the racks, she decided to pull out a sexy number. That was one
of the perks of owning your own shop.
She put on a slinky little animal print number that
molded to her ferocious curves and paired them with some funky sky-high heels.
Walking out the back, she gave herself the once over in the large store mirror.
While doing so, she had the distinct feeling she was being watched. Glancing
into the mirror’s reflection, she saw Colin standing at the door accentuated by
the street lamp. She whirled around catching her breath.
What’s he doing at
my door? Curiosity pulled her forward. She stood there with the glass
between them staring at him. He looked delectable in a leather riding jacket,
holding his helmet. Her heart raced a mile a second. Swallowing the growing
lump, she unlocked the door.
“Colin? What can I do for you?” she asked, curiously.
“I thought your instructions were explicit enough,” he
smiled. “You’d see me, if I come see you.”
Vixen’s heart skipped and dipped. “Oh, I did say that,
didn’t I?”
His eyes studied her outfit hard. He even blew out a
silent whistle of appreciation. “I guess I’m a little late to ask you for a
moonlight ride.”
“If you give me two seconds, I can make the switch,” she
assured him.
“I don’t want to interrupt your plans.”
“What plans? Hold that thought.” She ran into the back,
throwing off the outfit and slipping on a pair of fitted jeans and a violet
top. She threw on her leather boots and nabbed her leather biker jacket off the
hook. Thankful she had made the purchase last winter. She barreled out of the
back, slowing up to saunter the rest of the way.
“I’m ready.”
Colin turned at the sound of her voice and inhaled
deeply. “Not yet.” He lifted his hand which had a black elastic band around it.
He stepped forward motioning her to turn around. “I can’t let this hair go to
waste.”
Vixen laughed as he tied her hair into a gorgeous
ponytail. Once he was set, she turned to face him. Their lips were mere inches
from one another. She could smell his breath, laced with the mint from his gum.
She looked up into his hazel eyes and felt like she was going to melt. Without
warning, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers and it was an instant
spark. It was sweet and gentle. She could now taste the mint and relished it
like it was a good glass of julep. The kiss deepened bringing his velvety
tongue into play. She felt the texture all over her body, right down to her
toes. Vixen wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer.
Colin pulled regretfully away with a heavy sigh. “C’mon,
sweetness. Before the moonlight gets away from us.”
“We could just stay in,” she volunteered.
He chuckled huskily before drawing her against him. “I
want to take you star gazing.”
Taking her hand, he dragged her out of the shop, giving
her a second to lock up for the night. Vixen turned and nearly lost her breath
when she got a look at his ride. It was a classic, custom motorcycle that
looked like a butched up version of the bike in Purple Rain. It was black with
serious chrome details that blinged in the light. There was a large storage bin
in the back holding a picnic basket, blanket and wine. A giggle crossed her
lips as she came forward. She had always fantasized about being Apollonia and
some Prince would come and sweep her away. He better not be taking her to the
sewage plant, she mused. Colin handed her a helmet. Once she was secured, he
helped her onto the bike, then mounted himself. He kicked the ignition on with
a resounding vroom then drove off.
Vixen held onto his waist snuggly while enjoying the
views by the moonlight. His scent kept filling her nostrils drowning out the
smell of gas. They were heading out of the city limits into the country. She
saw signs for the lake and felt her stomach leap. Were they going watch the
stars by the lake? He was definitely kicking the game. Colin drove the bike up
a secluded hill overlooking the lake. The moon was high in the sky illuminating
the shadows romantically.
Parking the bike by a willow tree, he dismounted then helped
her off the bike, allowing her to remove the helmet and take in the view.
Grabbing the large maroon quilt strapped on the bike, he laid it out on the
grass then motion Vixen to relax. He retrieved the hefty picnic basket and
placed it down between them.
“This place is pretty. I bet you take all your special clients
here,” she surmised glancing at him sideways.
Colin snorted, shaking her head. “Hate to burst your
bubble, but most sisters think I’m gay. So, I’m sorry to disappoint you but I
don’t have a Casanova bone in my body. I just know what I like and I don’t
beat around the bush to get it.” He leaned back on the quilt studying the lake
then looked up. “Besides, I wanted to show you this.”
Vixen glanced up and caught her breath. The stars were
twinkling like diamonds on a velvet blanket.
“Oh my. I’ve never gone star gazing before.”
“I used to sit on my Pop-pop’s old Coupe de Ville and
watch shooting stars all the time. There’s supposed to be a bunch tonight.”
“Oh my God, there’s one now!” She pointed up, her voice
laced with excitement and wonder.
“Hope you brought an appetite?” he asked, pulling little
Tupperware containers from the basket. Vixen eyed him with humor. “I had a
client who sold these. She swears by’em.”
“Is that potato salad, homemade mac and cheese, and
chicken tenders?” she asked sliding closer. “Let me guess, you got a client who
owns a restaurant?”
“No. Made these myself,” he beamed taking a scoop of
tater salad to feed her. Vixen took a healthy bite then licked her lips
appreciatively, rolling her eyes from the burst of flavor.
“Colin, you better watch out. You’re jockeying to be a
triple threat.”
“How so?” he asked scooping up some for himself.
“You do hair, you cook and you are one very, very sexy
man,” she boasted leaning in to kiss his lips.
“I’m aiming to be Man of the Year,” he teased, handing
her a glass of wine.
Vixen took a bite of chicken and squealed with pleasure.
It was crispy, juicy and delicious. “How did you do that? These are soooo
good.”
“A chef never gives away his secret.” He leaned on his
elbow watching her feast on his meal. She looked beautiful against the
moonlight. Her high cheekbones framed lush, glossy lips, made all the more
tempting as she chewed the tenders. “But I could be persuaded.”
“Really now?” she sighed leaning forward. Her breasts
rolled forward in her tank top drawing his hot hazel eyes down to the décolletage.
“And how can I persuade the information from you.”
“You’re making a good start,” he sighed pulling her over
him to slash her mouth across his.
Fire ignited deep within Vixen sparking her blood. His
lips were doing things to her that hands couldn’t even do. He tasted and teased
all at the same time. He pulled the elastic out of her hair and dug his fingers
into the mass of freshly washed curls. They pressed certain points on her scalp
making her moan deliciously against his mouth. Soon the stars and food were
forgotten as he pulled her jacket over her shoulders, trailing hot kisses along
them.
“Ooo Colin.” Her voice was raspy with need as she felt
his hands mold her booty firmly. Her core pressed hotly against his engorged
shaft. If this is what it felt like with his jeans between them, she could only
imagine when he was naked.
“You are too tempting to resist, Vixen,” he admitted
rolling her onto her back to study her. Her hair spread out on the blanket like
a silk scarf. He admired his work like an artist would his muse. His hand
trailed from the loose lock to her arms pimpled with gooseflesh. “You cold,
baby?”
“I’m sure you can fix that,” she sighed pulling him back
onto her body. And sure enough, his body fired her blood, staving off the cold
air.
He nuzzled her neck, tasting the sweetness there before
uncovering a stiffened nipple. His lips immediately sought the flesh, twirling
it over his tongue slowly, savoring its flavor on his buds. He relished the
texture, its softness. It was a herald of what was to come. Vixen clutched his
shoulders to steady herself. He shrugged out of his heavy biker jacket tossing
it on the other side of the blanket next to hers. Not once did he break contact
with her skin. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it right next to the now
growing pile of clothes.
Vixen looked down the lengthy, muscle filled expanse of
back and she thought she’d pass out. Damn,
he has to be working out like crazy to be etched like this. He looked down
at her, breathless, as if he just completed one of those works. There was a
determination in those hazel depths that shook Vixen to the core.
“I have this overwhelming urge to taste you, sweetness,”
he panted, his fingers undoing the buttons of her jeans.
Vixen bit her lips trying to keep a moan from slipping
out. All she could do was nod her head, granting him permission. However, with
the way he was looking at her, she highly doubted he would be denied a taste of
her snatch. Vixen fell back against the blanket, feeling her jeans ease down
her long, curvy legs. He then fingered her lacy black thong, appreciating the
material’s softness. He pulled them down her leg as well, but instead of
tossing them on the pile he pocketed them.
Vixen laughed at the gesture. “Now I’m gonna have to take
something of yours.”
Colin smiled nudging her knees apart preparing to dive
into her pool. “You can have anything you want, but I think you already
snatched something… “
“What’s that?”
“My will to resist.” He dipped his head between her
thighs and took a long sip of her clit. A sigh of pleasure escaped Vixen’s lips
curling into the night air. The feel of his cool lips against her hot puss was
causing more of an ache then quelling it. His tongue laved all around, getting
to know each and every corner of her nethers and beyond. It was like he wanted
to imprint her taste forever on his buds. Vixen felt like her puss was getting
wetter by the second as he continued his oral stroke. It had been a long while
since someone had visited her temple this way. One year, five months and two
days. But who was really counting.
Suddenly, a dam broke inside of her. The steady tension
he was building had shaken the rafters clear of the cobwebs and caused a ripple
through her. Vixen raised her hips bearing into the wave of her first
orgasm. Her head bantered back and forth
on the blanket as she gripped firmly to the blanket. He guided her back down to
earth, but didn’t let her rest too long.
She felt him push her shirt up and over her head. Still
dazed from the first shock, she could just hear the faint, familiar tear of tin
wrapper. She glanced over to see him slide on the condom. Her eyes widened at
the size of his dick. Good God, someone
must’ve had jungle fever in his family to inherit that masterpiece. Dare
she say, it had to be the prettiest penis she had ever seen? Long, definitely
long, but with a mass and hefty that fit its nature. And he most definitely
waxed it bare. Vixen was tempted to grab it and taste it like he had done her,
but her puss was fighting to swallow it first.
Wait your turn,
she felt it throb.
Colin leaned over her gently. He drew closer to her ears,
kissing the lobes softly. “Did you like that?”
She whimpered her affirmation as she wrapped her legs
around his waist. His hand gripped her thigh possessively as he nudged his
member between her depths. Just the tip, then pulled back. Vixen already missed
it. He pushed into her again, this time further, but before she had a chance to
grip it, he backed out again. She growled in frustration. His lips descended on
hers trying to ease it, but there was no substitute for it. She tried to pull
him in, but he had the advantage of being on top. Suddenly, he pushed his dick
all the way to the hilt, causing Vixen to yelp in the most delicious pain she’d
ever felt. He filled her completely. There couldn’t be any more room left, but
she could swear there was more of him.
Her body quivered like it was her first time. He felt so
good and he was far from over. Colin stroked her insides like he was trying to
start a fire. The throb of his dick was hitting every ridge within her puss,
causing a flood of orgasms to trigger like set intervals of dynamite. She tried
her damnedest to grip him, slow his movements, but he was like a race car
piston. He linked her leg over his arm, opening her body up to more of his
drilling. She watched him look down between them, which piqued her own
curiosity. But when she looked down, she thought she’d pass out. Instead
another orgasm hit her.
She watched in sensuous excitement as his dick slid in
and out of her abyss. Her head fell back, unable to watch the sexy scene any
longer, but her imagination ran with it, emblazoning the sight in her mind. She
could feel him, feel it. Colin bit her neck gently, his own grunts falling in
line with her moans. The pressure was so sweet, so sinful. She had lost count
of the orgasms that had trickled and tremored through her. Her throat was
hoarse from the whines. She had no doubts that her passionate screams scared away
every woodland animal within walking distance.
Seconds after her last orgasm, she felt Colin push as far
into her depths as he go; a fierce groan gritting through his teeth before he
collapsed next to her on the blanket. He drew the soft material on them to keep
out the cold and hold her to his warmth. Vixen nestled her head on the pillow
of his chest taking in his manly scent. She giggled drawing his eyes to her.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m gonna have to see you tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“You done sweated out my ‘do,” she laughed tracing her
fingers over his chest.
Colin’s head fell back in a laugh. “I’ll have to check my
book. How’s your evening look?”
“Open. Very open,” she smiled as she got up on top of him
already feeling his dick lengthen inside of her, ready to please. Her eyes
gazed up at the diamonds in the black sky, seeing a star fall as she rode the
night away with her handsome hairdresser. She’d make sure she was early for her
appointment tomorrow – but not too early.
