I reduced my stride and slowed down as I walked past the shop. I always did. I loved window shopping; and I loved this shop in particular. There was something about them? They had to look good, looking good was good for business; nobody takes beauty tips from an ugly person. It's a sad truth. With their little pale blue tops and tight pants, the ladies at Vous Jolie always looked good. My mind drifted as I pondered the name of this particular beauty salon, for all I know it could have meant Dogs Balls – my French was poor – was the name even French?
My mind snapped back into the task at hand as I peered through the window. I tried to determine exactly why I found these fully clad women, wearing the least revealing clothes, so damn sexy! Maybe it was knowing that beneath the frumpy clothing, was a smooth, soft and almost certainly hairless body, with beautifully pedicured feet and manicured hands. There was one therapist in my particular that caught my attention, and I strained my head to see if she was there. She was a tall and had an athletic, toned body and short brown hair, with hazel brown eyes. She had a presence about her, and an easy smile with gentle eyes.
Usually I would continue walking, but today was different. Today I was going in to get the full treatment. I had entered a competition, some charity drive for the Red Cross, and was lucky enough to win 15th place – which to my surprise was a treatment at Vous Jolie! I pushed the door open and entered – it was unusually quite I thought - actually it was empty?
"Sorry sir, we're closed today – company team building", a voice said from behind a rack of creams – it was her!
"Uh, um, I'm sorry, the door was open", I stammered, "I have a voucher...."
I cursed my stupid ability to always sound retarded around women. She walked out from behind the racks and moved towards me - I had never before seen her this close. Her eyes were deep and mesmerising - her lips, full and inviting, her complexion glowing.
"You have pretty skin – I wish I glowed like you do", I blurted out.
I wanted to die. I felt like Sean Connery in James Bond, but without the suave sophistication and charm. I felt like an idiot!
"Why thank you! I do try to keep a certain standard", she replied with a smile. "And I'll tell you what, you come back tomorrow, and you will leave with a healthy glow too. I'll see to it personally!"
"Thanks!", I felt about one inch tall, "but if it's all the same to you, Ima going to go home and die"
"Don't worry, sir, it's normal for men to feel nervous on their first visit! Most men are afraid that they may end up enjoying a regular moisturising and exfoliation too much, and become a lady boy!", she said with a smile.
