"It's not the hair on your head we're going to be dealing with," the voice says, making Casey stumble.
"Wh... what? We can't... I mean, I can't...."
"Oh but Casey, you don't even know what I'm going to have you do," the voice says with an audible smirk. "You must be at the shop by now. Stop and look around."
Casey automatically obeyed. On one side of her was a shop she never thought to see in a mall - a tattoo/piercing parlor, looking very dark and sinister in comparison to the flower shop, of all things, that was beside it. Opposite the parlor was a beauty salon. From the rather grubby state of it she had her doubts about the appropriateness of the word 'beauty'.
"Yes. I see it," she said softly, gulping.
"Good. Now go in. Pick anyone you want to do this," the voice told her.
"Do what?" she asked, moving reluctantly toward the shop, scanning the occupants.
One man, no doubt gay, was finiishing up a client, while a muscular, butch-looking women was sweeping. The other occupant, other than the client, was a woman toward the back who looked to be having a really bad week judging by the way her expression veered between rage and tears.
"Why Casey we're going to remove all that unsightly hair. Except maybe a stencil for the pubic mound. I haven't decided if bare is better just yet."
Casey froze a step away from the front counter of the shop, horrified at the idea of someone ripping hair from her body. She was still frozen when a voice said, "Can I help you?"
Casey snapped back to herself, turning to the speaker... |