Irresistible Clear Plastic Gowns in the Salon
“Curlz” is a mixed hairdressing salon in the high street, with purple walls and fairy lights around the window. It’s a shabby street, with many shops closed, and the salon provides the only bit of colour and sparkle. Suzi, the manager is a tall, confident redhead with a cheeky smile. Michelle is the new girl. She’s younger, more petite and she works as a nurse during the week and at the salon at week-ends because she’s saving up to buy an apartment. It’s late on a Saturday afternoon and the salon will close in an hour. After sweeping up from the last customer, Michelle walks into the back room. ’That bloke is outside again.’ she says. ‘What, the bloke in the BMW?’ ‘Yeah. He’s parked on the other side of the street. Keeps looking across at the salon.’ Suzi opens up a packet of biscuits and offers one to Michelle. ‘He can’t be wanting another haircut. He had two last week.’ Suzi gets up, walks out into the salon and stands by the cash desk, to get a better look at him. Michelle fo