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Fem-Me
A tale of David
By Skinnie Stallion
David sat sullenly. As the ladies talked, he was growing increasingly apprehensive. He only wanted a haircut. Well, he didn’t really want a haircut. It was his mother who wanted him to have a haircut. He needed ‘smartening up’, she’d said. He still didn’t know why he couldn’t go to Joe’s round the corner. All his friends went to Joe’s. She seemed to be getting increasingly drawn in by the sales rep’s patter.
However Henrietta, Henry to her friends, blenched as the sales representative repeated the price. "But we only came in for David to get a haircut before his interview. David never gets a proper cut at a men's barbers. Ladies' hairdressers seem to have much more of a clue."
"Be assured Mrs Hodgkins, David will get an excellent cut. He won’t just get a snip. Fem-Me can assure that he's cut and styled in a way that will perfectly frame his pretty face and enhance his looks. You want him to look nice?"
"Yes ……. But the cost! And I wasn't expecting make-up......"
"I feel quite shocked that David doesn't wear make-up already. I'm surprised he doesn't suffer from FOMO. Such a pretty young man. If he's going for interview and competing on the jobs market it's important that he looks his best."
"But ......"
"I realise it's a big commitment Mrs Hodgkins but I'm sure you will be pleased with the results. Our salon girls will give him exactly what he needs. You do want him to be successful, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
“Here they are now."
David's eyes widened as two pretty blonde girls entered wearing matching black latex mini-dress uniforms. “This is Christopher and Tim. They will be overseeing your hair and make-up today.” David was puzzled. He was used to girls being called Chris; after all his mum liked to be called Henry. But Christopher? Tim? Still, they were very attractive.
One of the girls was guided forward by the sales rep, her hand firmly on the girl’s bottom. The girl extended an exquisitely manicured hand with bright red nails that matched her lipstick and shoes. “Hi, I'm Tim would you like to come with me, David?." David took her hand and meekly followed. How could he refuse a girl like that even if her name was Tim?
“David will be in expert hands with Christopher and Tim,” the sales rep purred to Henry as the girls took David through to the back room of the salon. “They'll do all they can to keep him calm and make him feel comfortable.”
"They look gorgeous. Are they twins?"
"Yes, Mrs Hodgkins.”
“Thought so…”
“Their mother brought them here three years ago, although they rather brought themselves. They used to be somewhat unruly young men, always up to mischief. We persuaded her to bring them to Fem-Me when we caught them shoplifting in our B&K store. So much better than taking them to court and all the shame of prosecution and sentencing. We convinced her that there were better ways of paying any fine. Ways that achieved a more positive outcome that would rehabilitate them.”
"And has it?"
"Oh yes. She's delighted with the results and so are we. So should Government: they're always talking about young people not being in work or holding down jobs. The town now has two former tearaways in secure employment. A much better form of community service, if you will. They’ve done a lot of servicing since then. They sucked up their 'punishment' quite readily when they realised it meant they wouldn't have to go to prison or pick up litter.”
“I’m sure.”
“They've become two of our most dedicated hard workers at Fem-Me, very happy to help other young men on their journeys. I'm confident David will come back from the salon not only looking marvellous but with a smile on his face after the twins have finished with him. Satisfaction is guaranteed with those two."
“Good. I feel a bit better about coming here, despite the cost, if it achieves results. And I can’t help admiring your pants. Are they made of leather?”
“I glad you like them. No PVC. It’s hard wearing and good value for money. Bergman and Knightley may be expensive but we are focused on the customer.”
“And were Christopher and Tim wearing rubber dresses?”
“Yes, although we say latex rather than rubber: boys tend to giggle and snigger if we talk about rubbers. Latex sounds much more mature. And it’s so practical in the salon. There’s all manner of squirty, messy things in there that splash them. If you like my pants, why don’t you try a pair while you’re waiting for David. I’m sure you’d look great in them.”
“Will you have my size?”
“Let’s go through to the back room and have a look. If we don’t, you can always try on mine: you look like you’re the same size as me. If you like what you see and want to buy, I’m sure I can find ways of offering you a discount. We like to incentivise new customers. Then we can go through our brochures and discuss other services that Fem-Me and B&K can provide? We find many mothers are keen on these and come back for more.”
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Andy
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A veritbale basket of treats (and thank you for including my little offering amongst these marvels). Amber gets ever better. I think an illustrated 'Around the World in 80 Days' beckons. Kitka's saga continues, and it's great to see how the trend has invaded the worl of entertainment without you needing to invoke your Garmentium Latexium 'curse'.
ReplyDeleteThank you for another wonderful Wednesday.
S xxx