Barking Beauty
"Hair stylist Chenai offers late-night appointments for special clients. When Tyrell books the last slot, he discovers her full service goes far beyond braids."
Chenai's salon was tucked behind Barking Market, a tiny space that was always packed during the day. But Tyrell had the 9 PM slot—the last appointment, when the blinds were drawn and the Open sign was flipped.
"Special clients only," she'd said when she gave him the number. "Don't share it."
Now he understood why.
Chenai emerged from the back in a black silk slip dress that left nothing to imagination. Her body was ridiculous—Zimbabwean curves that turned the simple dress into a statement. Her braids fell past her shoulders, perfect advertising for her craft.
"Ready for your treatment?" she asked.
"What exactly is the treatment?"
Her smile was slow and wicked. "Whatever you need it to be."
She started professionally enough—washing his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp while her full breasts pressed against his shoulder. The intimacy was intoxicating.
"You're tense," she murmured. "Work stress?"
"Something like that."
"I can help with that." Her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, kneading the knots. "Tension builds up. Has to be released."
She moved around to face him, standing between his knees. The slip dress rode up, revealing thick thighs.
"Tell me what you need, Tyrell."
"I think you already know."
She straddled him in the salon chair, the silk of her dress sliding against his jeans. Her kiss was hungry, demanding, her tongue exploring his mouth while her hips ground against him.
"Been wanting this," she breathed. "Since you first walked in here. Those eyes. Those hands."
She pulled the dress over her head—she wore nothing underneath. Her body was a masterpiece, all curves and soft dark skin and heat.
"Touch me."
His hands explored her—her heavy breasts, her generous hips, the wet heat between her thick thighs. She moaned as his fingers found her.
"Yes... yes, just like that..."
She freed him from his jeans, her eyes going wide. "Damn. I knew you were packing."
She sank down onto him slowly, letting her body adjust, her face a mask of pleasure. When he was fully inside her, she started to move.
The salon chair was not designed for this, but Chenai made it work. She rode him with an expert rhythm, her braids swinging, her breasts bouncing, her thick thighs flexing with each motion.
"You feel so good inside me," she gasped. "So fucking good."
"More," she demanded. "Give me more."
Tyrell stood, lifting her with him, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the shampoo station and laid her across the basin, entering her again at a new angle that made her cry out.
"Oh God! Yes! Right there!"
He took her hard, her body arched over the basin, her hands gripping the edges. The water turned on accidentally, spraying them both, but neither cared. The wet heat added to everything.
She came screaming, her body shaking, her walls clenching around him. He followed seconds later, collapsing against her as they both gasped for air.
Later, wrapped in salon towels, they sat tangled together in the waiting area.
"So," Chenai said, "same time next week?"
"You do this for all your special clients?"
She laughed, that rich sound that had haunted his dreams. "No, baby. Just the ones I actually want." She kissed his jaw. "And I really, really wanted you."
"What about regular haircuts?"
"Those you can get during business hours." She pulled him closer. "But for the full treatment? Late nights only."
Tyrell made a mental note to book every last appointment slot she had available. His Barking beauty was worth every minute of lost sleep.