The piercing sound of my alarm clock woke me from a light sleep. I jumped from bed and headed for the shower. Now normally I would have loved to sleep in on Saturday morning, but today I was going to Paradise.
I grabbed the car keys and waited for my mother to join me, so I could give her a ride to her hair appointment, and when she did we were off. The short trip filled with idle chit chat, until we pulled into the parking lot.
“Thanks honey, see yah in an hour,” my mother said as she slammed the door shut, on her beat up Chevy Nova.
I watched as she entered the hair salon and then I quickly sped off to the record store. I picked up a new CD, before quickly racing back to pick her up. Even if I had to wait awhile, for her at the salon, it was always worth it.
The hair salon,(aptly named Paradise,) was like going to heaven for me, or it would have been for any other 18-year-old guy, for that matter. I mean the place was always full of sexy woman, looking their best. Every time my mom had an hair appointment, I would try to come up with some sort of excuse to borrow her car, since I didn’t own my own at that point. Then I would act disappointed when she informed me that she had a hair appointment, before offering to drop her off and pick her back up. Luckily for me, my mom had her hair done, like every other week, at least it seemed like she did.
Paradise was owned and operated by an older, although still sexy, dirty blonde woman, who was just starting to show her age. She had two full time employees. Sasha, a great looking blonde woman, in her late twenties, who also had a great looking body and then there was Farrar, a fiery redhead with sparkling green eyes and full luscious lips. Farrar was a little on the tall side, maybe 5’10”, but she had curves in all the right places. Her best feature was her full large breasts, which she always seemed to have on display. Although she looked younger, she had just celebrated her 21rst birthday. I even remember excitingly signing her birthday card, but will never forget the quick kiss she gave me when she read it.
I raced back into the parking lot of the hair salon, before quickly entering the main waiting area. I drew little or no attention, as they had seen me before and knew I was there just to pick up my mom. I quickly noticed a young woman also waiting there, reading a glamour magazine. I instantly thought I recognized her soft brown hair, as my heart raced. I sat down and stole a glance at her face. My suspicions were correct, it was the one and only, Kim Davis.
Kim was an 18-year-old, walking wet dream. She also knew it and used it every chance she could. She would walk the halls, at our school, dressed like she was walking the streets for a living. She also had the entire faculty eating out of her hand. Unfortunately for us guys, she also acted like all the high school boys were pond scum. You could say she was a highly sought after piece of ass, but an even more highly unattainable one.
I picked up a magazine and pretended to read it, but I was really watching Farrar washing some older ladies hair. I loved the way her breasts swayed as she scrubbed her scalp. I was definitely becoming aroused, especially when she bent over, while rinsing off the ladies hair, thus giving me a spectacular view of her cleavage, as she wore her tight blouse half open, just like she always did. I also watched the sexy Sasha, dressed in a tight T-shirt, and tighter jeans, styling my mom’s hair.
I guess I was too lost in my own private lust, to notice the owner enter the waiting area, followed by four rather imposing figures.
“Get up and get your fucking hands in the air!” A deep voice came booming through the room. In shock, I guess I didn’t act fast enough, because I was shoved from behind and went flying, landing at my mom’s feet. My mom helped me to my feet, while she was begging them to leave us alone. Ignoring my mom’s pleas and those of the older lady, who I quickly found out was Kim’s mom, they led us rather roughly into the back office.
They had us all line up in a line, shoulder to shoulder, hands in the air, except for the owner, who was being held by a huge man, a large knife pressed to her throat. The largest and the most vocal member of the group was carrying a sawed-off shotgun. He tried to calm everyone down, but his angry demeanor and his menacing gun, wasn’t helping the calm factor much.
He went on to make a speech about why they were doing this, but I was way too nervous to understand everything he said, at that point. From what I could make out, the owner and her husband had racked up a large gambling debt, and they were there to collect it. They also showed us an appointment book, which had all of our names and addresses in it, which he started reading off.
Two of the men suddenly left, with the owner in tow, while two of them stayed behind to watch us. A large man spoke first, calling himself Rocky, he quickly introduced his partner, Psycho. I noticed for the first time that Psycho was female. She was a rather tough looking woman, dressed in all black studded leather. She had blonde spiked hair and must have been six feet tall. Rocky was a large man himself, he must have been 6’4” and 260-270 pounds easy. He wore black jeans and a small white T-shirt, which showed off his large muscles and his numerous tattoos. He also wore a black Harley bandana over his head. Simply put, he looked mean.
I was standing by my mom, when Rocky suddenly grabbed me by the arm, throwing me into an office chair, as my mother begged him to leave me alone. I tried to get up, but he grabbed an electrical cord that was sitting on the office desk and wrapped it around my chest, and then around my arms and then the back of the chair. A bandanna was wrapped around my head and mouth, effectively gagging me, silencing my protests. My mother also tried to intervene, but she was pushed back into line by Psycho.
“Just so you don’t get any funny ideas about being a hero, and then I’d have to fucking hurt yah,” Rocky said, as he laughed at me, while slapping my face.
“Now girls,” Rocky announced, while I was left to watch from my chair, helplessness flooding through me, as he started to circle the woman. “We have so time to kill until my partner’s come back with our money, but I’ll make this promise to you all, if you all behave and do like I tell yah, nobody gets hurt and we all go home happy.”
Rocky went down the line and asked each of the women if she agreed. He started with my mother who was standing at the far end of the line. Kim’s mom was next, followed by Kim, Sasha and then Farrar, who was standing right in front of me. Each of them said they did or at least nodded. I could tell they were all extremely nervous and honestly so was I.
“First, I see you have some jewelry I might be interested in, and some other stuff, I might be interested in,” Rocky said while looking down the front of Sasha’s V-neck T-shirt. Sasha tried to protest, but was cut off by a quick punch to the stomach, which brought screams of protests from the other women.
“Like I said, if you don’t fight me, I wouldn’t hurt you!” Rocky growled, as he pushed the other women back into line, before he bent over and helped Sasha up off the floor.
“C‘mon, I didn’t hit yah that hard,” he said to Sasha, as he wiped away some of her tears, then he grabbed her arms and put them back over her head, finishing by giving her a small kiss on the lips.
Rocky started to circle in front of the women as he barked at them. “Ok, from now on, if you talk without being asked a fucking question, or you fight me, or grab me, or protest, or any of that shit, you’re going have to deal with our friends, who are standing right next to the phone. We’ll send them over to visit yah house’s, and believe me, they ain’t as nice as me, so the fucking choice is yours.”
