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 follows. 

‘You know I’m sure I’ve seen him before…’ she says. 

‘Really?’

‘Yes. Somewhere….’

Suzi throws a cheeky grin at Michelle and says, 

‘You fancy him?’

‘Not really. Too skinny. Not my type.’

‘How old do you think he is?’

‘I don’t know. Fifty.’

‘I think he’s quite cute for his age.’

‘Really? He’s certainly well off.’ 

‘But what’s he doing hanging around here?’ asks Michelle. 

‘There are a lot of strange people in this area’ says Suzi. 

‘I know. Maybe he’s decided he wants his hair dyed blond now, but he’s too embarrassed to come in and ask for it.’

‘Nah,’ says Suzi.  ‘You know what? I think it might be our new clear plastic gowns.’

Michelle looks across, mystified. 

‘Eh?’

‘Last time he came in here I distinctly heard him make a sort of soft moan of pleasure when I put the gown over him. I think he might have a bit of a plastic fetish.’

Then the penny drops for Michelle. 

‘Of course! That’s it! Now I remember where I’ve seen him before.’

‘Where?’

‘At the clinic, where I work.  He came in about two weeks ago to give a sperm sample. I’m sure it was him!’

‘What?’

‘Yeah, and just after he left, I went into the room to tidy up. This is the room where they have to jerk off into a plastic beaker. I was emptying the bin and found a clear plastic bag all scrunched up, and an elastic band. I knew it was him who put them in there, because I know I emptied the bin before he came in.  But I couldn’t work out why. I asked another nurse and she explained about people like him who can only get off if they are suffocating. I’d never heard of that before…’

‘Ah, well there you are then. I think Mr BMW out there has definitely got a bit of a plastic fetish going on.’

‘Look! He’s getting out of his car. He’s coming this way.’

‘I bet he’s been waiting till the salon was empty. OK. I have a little plan. If he comes in for another hair cut, just say yes and get him in the chair. I think we have a bit of fun with him.’

‘OK…’ says Michelle nervously. 

Suzi goes back in the office and closes the door.

Moments later the salon door opens and the man in question enters, wearing a long white gabardine. His name is Ralph and he works in the banking sector.  Despite his wealth and good looks, he’s modest, shy and still single, though recently he has started dating a young Spanish woman called Maria. He takes off the gabardine and hangs it on the hooks by the door. Beneath it he wears an expensive grey suit.  He turns to Michelle, smiles weakly, glances furtively at the fresh new shiny clear plastic gowns hanging by the sinks, then stares back. 

‘Hello,’ she says. ‘Just a haircut sir?’

‘Yes…please,’ he mumbles.  

‘Perhaps you might like to take your jacket off too. We have these new clear plastic gowns, and some customers say they get a bit warm underneath them.’

Ralph freezes, thinks, then takes off his jacket and hangs it beside his coat. 

‘Take a seat. I’ll be back in a second.’ 

Then Michelle stops and thinks for a second, and says,

‘No, wait.’ 

She takes a clear plastic gown from the rail and lays it over the chair furthest from the window. 

‘Come and sit on this one…’

Ralph, blinks, stares at her, not sure quite why she did that. Then he nods nervously, walks over and sits slowly down carefully onto the plastic covered chair. Michelle walks back into the office. It only takes a few seconds for Suzi to explain her little plan, and then Michelle leaves the office, making sure she disguises her smile. 

She walks over to the clear plastic gowns, pulls another one off the hook, flaps it open next to Ralph, then flips it up, but instead of fastening it around his neck, she lets the soft plastic sheet float down onto his face. 

Ralph flinches but doesn’t pull it off. 

‘Ooops!. Sorry about that. I’m still not used to these things.’

She pulls the gown away and swishes up into the air, only to let it fall back over Ralph’s head once more. This time she leaves it there for a moment and then slowly pulls it till the soft clear plastic eventually slides off his face. 

‘Oh dear!’ she says. ‘I’ll try again.’

She swishes it up into the air and this time lets it float down over his body and legs. 

She ties the gown around his neck, and then walks around the chair, stroking the plastic down the sides and smoothing it out. She notices his smart leather shoes poking out and shuffles the bottom of the gown so it covers his feet completely. 

Once this pointless task is completed she stands behind him and looks at him through the mirror in front of her. 

‘Right sir. What would you like? I notice your hair is already quite short. But I could take a little more off at the top if you want…’

Before Ralph has a chance to reply, Suzi walks in.  She gives a discrete wink to Michelle. 

‘Back again, sir? So soon?’  she says with her usual cheeky smile. 

He flushes a little and cannot think of any reply, so she carries on.

‘What do you think of our new gowns?’

‘Erm, very nice..’ he mumbles.

‘Would you like us to put another one on you? Some customers like having two…’

‘Erm, well…’

Suzi walks over to the rail and pulls off another clear plastic gown. She flaps it out and lifts the gown up into the air and slides it down over Ralph’s body and fastens it around his neck. Then she looks closely at his head and pretends to be alarmed. 

‘Ooo…’ she says, ‘your hair is very, very dry. We have a new product and it will work wonders on your hair. Shall we try some?’ 

‘Erm. OK.’

Suzi picks up a tube of oil from the shelf next to the sink in front of him. 

‘Michelle - can you rub this into the gentleman’s hair, while I get a plastic bag to cover it with?’

‘Certainly.’ says Michelle, taking the bottle. 

Ralph looks perturbed. 

‘It’s all right sir. This new oil works best if you cover it up for a bit, keep the scalp warm…’

One Michelle has finished massaging the oil into Ralph’s hair, Michelle pulls out a clear plastic bag. She opens it up and tries to make a cap with it, and then slips it onto Ralph’s head. 

‘Now we just need to leave this on for a few minutes, and then you’ll be able to see the difference…’

When she lets go, the plastic bag drops down over Ralph’s head. 

‘Oh dear. It’s too big. We’ve run out of the smaller bags. Do you mind if I just leave it like that?  I'll keep the bag loose around your neck, just so you can breathe. We wouldn’t want to suffocate our customers, would we?’

She stands back. 

Ralph sits perfectly still, staring at his image in the mirror. He is now completely covered in soft shiny clear plastic. He peers out from inside the bag. His mouth is open. He looks strangely nervous and excited at the same time. 

Michelle goes over to the window and closes the blinds. She locks the door and switches the sign round to Closed. 

‘Ok. Well, we’ll just leave you for ten minutes. Give us a call if you need anything. Would you like a coffee?”

Ralph shakes his head. 

The two women go into the office, close the door and have a quiet giggle together. 

Then they open the door slightly, so they can peer through the gap into the salon. 

Ralph is sitting there, writhing gently. The plastic crackles softly. They hear a faint moaning. 

‘He’s in heaven. You can see his erection making a tent in the plastic. Look!’

Michelle sees the lump in the plastic gown over his groin.

‘It’s his hand. He’s wanking! Dirty bastard!’ 

Suzi nudges Michelle.

‘Come on. Let’s have some fun.’ 

Suzi opens the office door and strides out into the salon. 

‘So, how are we getting on? Not too hot in there I hope?’

Suzi walks round to the front of the chair, grips the arm rests either side of Ralph and leans in close to Ralph’s face. 

‘Michelle my dear. Can you just lift the bag off for a second, and see if the oil has soaked in?’

‘Sure!’ replies Michelle. She lifts the clear plastic bag off Ralph’s head and rubs her hand through his hair, which is now wet with sweat. 

‘Hhhmmmm. I think it needs more time.’

‘Well, slip the bag back on then for a bit longer. We can speed up the process a bit by making it hotter inside the bag. Would you mind sir? Michelle is just going to hold the bag around you neck for a minute…’

Michelle shakes the bag till all the condensation has left and then opens it up again and slides it down over Ralph’s head. 

She hold her hands around Ralph’s neck so the next time he breathes out, the clear plastic bag fills out like a balloon, and when he tries to fill his lungs, the bag deflates till it sticks tight to the contours of his face. 

‘That’s it, sir. Just breathe normally. This won’t take a second. You’ll really be impressed with the results.’ 

Michelle squeals and nods down at Ralph’s groin. 

‘Ooo! I think the gentleman is rather enjoying his!’

Suzi looks down and sees Ralphs hands trying to hide his erection. 

‘Oooo, sir. You want to get your willy out? Oh, don’t worry about us. We don’t mind, do we, Michelle. Get it out, sir.  I bet it will feel good. We like our customers satisfied. Go on, feel the plastic on your pecker…’ 

Ralph stares at Suzi. He has no choice. He unzips his fly and his cock springs up. 

‘Oooo!’ exclaims Michelle, ‘What an enormous willy!’ 

Suzi joins in with a tone in her voice even more mocking than Michelle’s.

‘I say, sir. She’s right. Look at that monster!  You go ahead and have a wank, sir. Don’t mind the plastic gowns. We throw them away when they’ve been used. Seems a shame but there you go. We chuck them into a big container at the back of the salon. It’s huge and it’s filled to the brim with clear plastic gowns.’

Michelle keeps her grip around Ralph’s neck, sealing the plastic bag airtight around his head. His breathing becomes faster. The plastic bag is steaming up. Ralph’s mouth is wide open and every time he sucks in air, the plastic slides into his mouth, forming a strange plastic hole in his face. 

Suzi gets up and stands beside the chair, so Ralph can see himself in the large mirror in front of him. He writhes and squirms inside the plastic capes, and jerking vigorously and uncontrollably. His eyes go out of focus, he sucks in air, freezes and then as he breathes out, he groans so loud the people in the cafe next door can hear, and then he ejaculates in a frenzy of unadulterated pleasure. Michelle pulls off the plastic bag. Ralph’s head is covered in sweat and he’s breathing heavily. His eyes are closed. Suzi hands him a box of tissues. 

‘We’ll let you clean up, sir.’

She winks at Michelle and they both disappear into the office. This time Ralph can hear them giggling. The humiliation is arousing him again. But he pulls off the plastic gowns, wipes his cock of semen, tosses the damp tissues in the bin. 

As he goes to reach for his raincoat, Suzi and Michelle reappear. Suzi stands behind the cash till. 

‘So. One dry scalp treatment: six hundred pounds.’

‘What?’ says Ralph, with a trace of alarm in his voice. 

Michelle steps forward and hold her mobile phone out. 

Ralph glances at Michelle and then down at her phone. 

He sees a video clip of him in the chair, jerking off inside the plastic. 

‘Or perhaps you will be happy to let us post this on our facebook page?’

Ralph sighs. Fetches out his credit card, pays the bill.  As he walks to the door, Suzi calls out. 

‘Goodbye sir. Have a nice weekend!’ 

He looks back at them both for a moment, says nothing, and then slips out of the door. 

Michelle and Suzi break into squeals of laughter. 

‘Oh fuck! That was outrageous!’ says Michelle.

‘Yes,’ says Suzi, adding, ‘But what is even more outrageous is that he won’t be able to resist coming back!’ 

Daniel Guy