Servicing the Captain’s Daughter

“Starship captain?” Her smile was wide and honest. “Yes.” “A military vessel?” Demlin shrugged and pulled her hair gently until he found the right spot. “Precisely,” she hissed. Her head moved back with each pull of┬áher hair. “Well, Captain Linda, it is an honour to have you in my shop.” He glanced at the mirror and briefly locked eyes with …

The Choice is Yours

Nina smelled fear in the air. The crisp cold air carried it to her nostrils quickly, and she imagined this had to be what Leslie Nielsen felt in one of those Naked Gun films. A glance down at her rifle confirmed the paint-cartridge was cocked and fully loaded. It was one thing to ride Kevin, but it was quite another …

The Back Room

“Good morning, Wilma. What are we looking for today?” Demlin lifted the mass of wet blonde hair and caressed it. “I’m thinking page-boy this time.” His brown eyes shot up to meet her blues in the mirror. “Really? That much?” His eyes returned to the hair. “Imagine the wig we’re going to get out of this.” “I want it donated, …