"Look, honey," proclaimed Kamron as he held a mirror in front of his client.
"I like it," she declared with a smile. "How much," she asked.
"Fifty-five," the five-foot-nine-inch big booty effeminate hairdresser replied.
"Alright," she said digging through her purse. "Oh damn. I left my billfold in my other purse. Do you mind if I get Tavares to drop it off when he gets off work," she inquired referring to her live-in boyfriend that worked at the auto parts factory in town.
"Yeah, chile. That's fine. What time does he get off?"
"Seven."
"That oughta be fine. Just text me when he's on the way cause I'll be upstairs and done shut up the shop by then. But, I'll come downstairs to get the money."
"Thanks, Kam!"
"Don't mention it, Tiffany. I know you wanna get home and get on the road to see your granny."
"Thanks, love," she beamed as they feigned air kisses on either side of one another.
Kamron finished his last client at a little after 6:00 and began his routine of straightening up his shop. He was done by 6:45 and figured that was just enough time to rush upstairs to his apartment to hop in the shower. He hated smelling like hair products when he wasn't working. He finished the wash off quickly then applied Dr. Teal's Olive Oil Bath & Body Treatment to his wet skin. It made his caramel complexion glisten and feel incredibly soft. He had decided some years ago that he could not live without it. Satisfied with his moisturizing routing, he went to rinse his mouth and then slip on his satin burgundy knee-length bathrobe. Just as walked out of his bathroom, he heard his phone. He checked it to find a message from Tiffany letting him know that Tavares should be stopping by in about forty-five minutes.
Kamron decided he should probably put on some underwear to keep his junk from free-balling when he got his cash from Tiffany's man. He sent her a text asking her to have Tavares text him directly when he arrived so he would know when to go back downstairs. Of course, Tavares was running late and sent message saying he was going to be another fifteen minutes beyond what Tiffany estimated. Kamron sighed and thought, 'Niggas.'
Finally, he got the notification that Tavares was at his location. He rushed down the steps to his shop and to the front door. He had never met this man, but only heard his client speak of him. She had declined to mention that her beau was tall, toned, dark-skinned, and slender. Kamron's heart skipped a beat and his booty hole tingled upon the sight of this slim-built man with deep dark eyes.
"Tavares," inquired Kamron though the locked door.
"Yeah," the fine ass man wearing a wife beater, black Timberlands, and light wash jeans confirmed.
Kamron unlocked the door, "Oh okay. Thanks for the bringing by the money."
"Uhhh, do you take debit cards. I didn't get to stop by the ATM."
"Sure! My card reader is upstairs. Come on in. I don't wanna make you stand out here."
"Bet," Tavares replied as he stepped across the threshold.
Kamron locked the door behind them and said, "Follow me." To the back of the shop they walked and then up the stairs. Tavares could see the rotund ass do the Jell-O bounce as the beautician bounded up the steps. He also thought the young man smelled quite a bit like a woman. "You can wait in here," Kamron pointed towards the living room. When he returned Tavares was sitting on the couch holding a DVD cover in hands. "I got my reader. You ready?"
"Yeah, but what's this," Tavares quizzed him holding forward the item in his hand.
Kamron giggled, "I forgot that was sitting out. My bad." He snatched it away.
"You like dick," Tavares pried.
"That's kinda obvious, don't ya think," hissed Kamron.
"Yeah. I just thought it was weird that you left it out when you knew I was comin' over."
"I had no idea you were coming up here. I thought you'd bring cash," the host retorted.
"You do got a point," Tavares relented. Then he pivoted the interrogation back on Kamron, "What kinda niggas do you like."
"Handsome ones," Kamron huffed showing his annoyance.
"Damn, nigga. You don't gotta get mad. I don't hate. I was just askin'," Tavares snapped back.
"I'm sorry. I was just..."
"Shit, don't mention it. I see you walkin' around in that li'l ass robe with all that booty bouncin'. A nigga can't help but watch."
"Oh really?"
