El M and The Beauty Salon of OZ
By Debbie
The intercom box over the styling booth blared with the Wizard's
deep commanding voice. "Dorothy, your client is here."
Dorothy brushed off the hair clippings from her ruby red slippers,
and called out. "I will be right there." She took a clean white
towel from the cupboard, draped it over her arm and hurried down the
Yellow Brick Road (ease on down, ease on down the road) to the
reception area to greet her client. Dorothy muttered as she
went, "I'll be so glad when this day is over and I can go home and
get out of these tight slippers and take off this ridiculous Mary
Ingles dress. There's no place like home." As she rounded the
corner, the room was filled with women, all there to have their
weekly beauty treatments. Next to the window sat a man. Dorothy
looked and then looked again for she could not believe her eyes. He
was so handsome. She looked about the room wondering which of the
ladies was hers. After all it couldn't possible be he, she's not
that lucky.
The Wizard pointed and said, "Dorothy, here is your client. His
name is El M and he's here for a cut and blow."
Dorothy could feel the heat rise from her body to her face. She
thought, "Oh my, my, I know my face must be red." She stopped for a
moment to gather her thoughts. He stood and reached out and took
her hand and said, "Nice to meet you." Dorothy could only look at
the floor for she was smitten with the dark handsome man. She
didn't want him to notice; it would only embarrass her more. She
turned and said. " Please, this way."
Down the Yellow Brick Road (ease on down, ease on down the road)
they went until they came to Dorothy's booth that was a grocery
cart. She said to him. "Have a seat." The handsome man stepped up
to the cart and made himself comfortable with his long sexy legs
dangling out the two holes in the front. She stood in front of him
facing him as if to push the grocery cart. She asked. "How do you
want your hair cut?"
The Spanish man said, "Any way you think best, Dorothy." The
handsome stranger didn't really care how his hair was cut or if it
was cut at all. What he was interested in was the blow.
His voice sounded like velvet and he smelled of Giorgio cologne from
Beverly Hills. His big brown eyes looked at her in anticipation of
his cut and blow. He had been waiting all day for this. He had
read on the bathroom wall at the local tavern that Dorothy was the
best on the Yellow Brick strip.
Dorothy was beside herself with lust. With a comb in one hand, she
worked her fingers through his hair until she realized she couldn't
cut a single strand. She laid him back in the shampoo tray and
began to massage his scalp. She looked into his dreamy face and
wanted to kiss his long thick eyelashes. She couldn't help but
notice the stubble on his face. She felt his long curls wet with
shampoo and realized she would have to blow them. She moved slowly
as not to rush the experience and poured on the conditioner and
continued to massage. She bent over him to raise him back up. He
caught a glimpse of her budding breasts.
El M was beginning to get hot from all of Dorothy's attention. He
needed to get his jacket off. He said, "Excuse me." He pulled his
legs out of the two front holes in the grocery cart and stood up
pulling his black jacket off, which revealed a tight fitting white
shirt tucked nicely into a pair of tight fitting black, silver
studded pants. Dorothy sighed. "Oh my," she said to herself, "How
did I get so lucky to get him for a customer?"
Dorothy tuned him around to face the mirror. She looked at his
stubbly face through the mirror and wondered if he would be
interested in a shave. She said, "I'll give you a blow job later,
oops I mean a styling blow, oh, I mean, I'll style your hair later.
How about a shave?" She could feel her face turn red; she couldn't
believe what she said. El M's eyes sparkled with joy.
From her Tupperware she scooped out the rich creamy peanut butter
and began to smooth it on his face. She could feel his warm skin
beneath her fingertips as she worked the peanut butter in. "Yummy"
she said. Next she took her razor that felt as heavy as a meat hook
and began to shave. Her hands held on tightly to the heavy razor as
she gently worked the blade up and down. When she finished she
needed to remove the excess peanut butter, so she thought. "Why not
just lick it off? Yum, what a wonderful thought."
El M was enjoying his shave; he had a front view of Dorothy's
breasts.
*****
Dorothy took her self-help book down from the dusty shelf and began
to read the directions on `How to enhance your ESP'. She had always
experienced the unknown with the ability to read into the future.
She always found it perplexing how she could feel a future event and
see it before her in her mind's eyes. She could foretell of events
of life but she could never intervene with them. She always was in
the position of having to live with the events the way she felt them
in her mind. This would frustrate Dorothy; she so much wanted the
ability to change some of the events to more admirable endings.
The round sweet breads with their fresh baked aroma filled the
kitchen. Dorothy ran her fingers across the soft, smooth texture of
the dough. Her fingers would kneed the dough slowly into a wet soft
gluten then she'd take each loaf and butter the tops and put them in
the oven to bake. Dorothy was busy cleaning the kitchen when a
picture came to her mind of a loaf of smoothly baked bread with one
long wiry hair growing out the center of it. She thought. "Oh NO.
What could a nice smooth loaf of bread with one ugly long hair
growing out of the center of it mean?"
*****
Dorothy sat the potted dandelion flower on the shelf next to the
shampoo tray. She always loved dandelions they always brought her
good luck. The dandelion all yellow and puffy looked up at Dorothy
wondering what this day would bring her. Dorothy cleaned off her
grocery cart to prepare it for the days work. She smoothed out the
wrinkles from the apron of her dress and wet her fingers to her
eyebrows to brush them into shape.
The microphone blared with the Wizard's voice. "Dorothy, your client
is here." Dorothy grabbed a fresh towel and skipped on down the
Yellow Brick Road (ease on down, ease on down the road) to the front
reception area. There he sat.
With a deep sigh, Dorothy took his arm and said, "This way my
friend. Off to the grocery cart we go."
El M took her hand and stopped her. "Wait, wait, I have a special
favor to ask of you."
Dorothy thought, "What could he possible want other than one of my
famous blow jobs?"
EL M leaned down, looked into her eyes and said. "Dorothy, I hate to
admit this, because of being a Latin lover and all. I don't really
know how to say this, but I need a wax job. I know most women think
of me of being smooth all over, but I have developed in the last few
months one troubling hair."
Dorothy gasped. "Oh what do you mean?" The bread came to her
mind. El M looked embarrassed. He knew he told of a secret about
himself that Dorothy probably would never dream of. Little did he
know she had had a premonition of something very similar like the
bread with one lone hair?
Dorothy didn't want to make a fuss and embarrass EL M any more than
he had embarrassed himself. She said, taking his hand, "This way to
the wax room, my love."
Down the Yellow Brick road they went until they came to a room with
black lace curtains and a marble table. In one corner was a black
witch's hat. The sexy man said. "Someone forgot their hat."
Dorothy looking rather disgusted said, "That's the Wicked Witch of
the West's hat. She came here to have the hair removed from her
snarly, ugly nose and in the process she was hit with high dose of
laser beam from Batman's Utility belt and the old mean woman
melted. Don't be alarmed; we are all happy her reign here in OZ
has finally come to an end. She was a horrible old woman."
El M took the seat next to the marble table. Dorothy handed him a
white robe. "You can change in the other room. I will be with you
in just a moment." Dorothy went to the supply room to prepare the
wax when she returned she found the most beautiful, sexy man lying
nude on the marble table. Her heart skipped many beats for she had
never seen such a wonderful body. The light glistened off his
back. She could see the muscular curve of his shoulders and the
narrowing of his hips. His long lean muscular legs cupped the
table. He looked very smooth to her. "Why does he think he needs
waxing?" she said to herself.
Dorothy's hands shook as she poured on the fish oil on to his smooth
back. The feel of his flesh was more then she could bear. She
started to tingle in a certain secret place. She must not think
about him. "Just think of him as some old ugly man and you will be
sure not to drool," she said to herself.
The Good Witch of the North came in on her newly improved broom
riding along in the wind. Glenda was her name. She and the Wizard
had the hots for each other several years ago and she was trying to
rekindle the romance. She would come by the salon every week or so
to chat with him. This day was one of those days when the Wizard
would take her for a bite of green eggs and ham.
Off they went out the back door of the salon, but before leaving the
Good Witch Glenda took a peek in the door of the wax room. She
couldn't believe her eyes; there on the marble table lay EL M, the
man who killed the wicked witch of the East. He dumped a house on
her. Everyone in the village was happy and they crowned him King of
Elvesville.
Dorothy saw Glenda peering in and went to her. She was so happy to
see her old friend. She hugged her and said, "Do you see whom I
have for a client?"
Glenda pulled Dorothy close and said, "Dear, he's the King of
Elvesville."
Dorothy in a surprised voice said, "I didn't know. How can that be
for he is EL M?"
Glenda said, "Dear, he saved the village from the wicked witch of
the East by dumping a house on her. The village elves made him
King. Now that the King is here I no longer want to go eat."
"I was just preparing him for waxing, however, I don't see any
unsightly hair that needs removing," Dorothy said.
"Oh dear, he is to be waxed?" Glenda said in shocked voice. "Why?
He is so perfect."
"Well he says he has one bothersome hair that needs attention,"
Dorothy said.
Glenda said to Dorothy, "Well, when you find it, deary, let me know
and I will personally remove it, after all, I have a magic wand."
The Panpipes continued to play the soft music as Dorothy spread the
fish oil on him. More fish oil was needed. She found herself
beginning to massage his back. She started at the top and found her
hands moving lower down his back to the top of his butt where she
saw it.
"Oh MY… NO…. NO…. Not a hair on his butt, oh please, no, no, no, it
can't be. NOT on EL M's butt". There it stood in all its glory.
Blooming up towards the ceiling calling attention to its self.
Calling out for everyone to see. One lone wiry, dark hair right
smack dab in the middle of EL M's beautiful, firm butt.
No way was Dorothy going to allow Glenda to remove the hair; this
was one disgusting hair she would tackle on her own. Out came the
electronic descarfenator. Dorothy was going to fry this hair right
off his body. The hair would never embarrass him again. She
couldn't allow this varmint of a hair to destroy his Latin image.
She would blow it right away and save his career. EL M lay still as
Dorothy started the descarfenator. Buzzzzzz. Dorothy moved as fast
as she could to be sure he wouldn't feel a thing. But the hair
remained. "What!" she yelled. "Why won't it melt away?" she
screamed. "This is a job for Glenda."
Glenda heard Dorothy's cry and came swooping down on her new and
improved broom. "I will save the day. Keep clear." Glenda whipped
out her nifty spiffy magic wand.
"Wa La! One and a two and a three…Poof**********"
There he stood looking princely and regal. El M had turned into
Armand. The hair was gone…hair today and gone tomorrow.
Armand was now free of the hair that bothered EL M. He was no
longer EL M, so the hair was gone.
Does that mean that EL M is somewhere out there with a hair on his
butt?
The truth is out there!!!!!
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Hey, I DIDN'T write this.....................
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