Demlin

Servicing the Captain’s Daughter

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"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 her hair. "Well, Captain Linda, it is an honour to have you in my shop." He glanced at the mirror and briefly locked eyes with Linda's daughter, Marcy. Snip Three-inch strands of hair fell to the ground as passersby in the mall were unaware. Marcy pretended to flip through a magazine. Her eyes shot up and joined Devlin's with a don't you dare stare. Her brunette locks were next in line for Demlin to have his way with. With mother here, however, that was the only service she would be getting this [Read more...]

The Choice is Yours

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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 to blast the fuck out of him with red paint. Good thing he wore a mask. She glanced around the tree, but couldn't see him. Her ears had picked up movement over the ambient birds, breeze, and babbling brook, but nothing in sight. Her long blonde hair was tucked, uncomfortably, into the blue camouflage helmet. In fact, she was entirely decked out in what was likely the unsexiest outfit ever; loose-fitting blue fatigues. A [Read more...]

The Back Room

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"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, yes." "Thank you, but I'll never wear it." He pulled his fedora forward and winked at her through the mirror. That hat was his self-conscious question of whom would ever trust a bald hairstylist. His regulars, however, knowing his situation never blinked. Wilma laughed. "You know what I mean, silly." "Yes, and thank you." He grinned at her. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, he got in closer. [Read more...]