She was a very intimidatingperson. Wearing 5-inch thigh high boots, leggings, and a slinky silkwhite top; she looked like a dominatrix. Her makeup,...wild, thick hair,and inch long red nails completed the package. The first thing shesaid?'So, you want to be my shampoo girl?' I could hardly breathe as Imumbled -'Yes!'She said that the job paid $400 a week plus whatever in tips. I would beworking long hours. A lot of the job was cleaning and tidying up aroundthe salon. She suggested that. Breasts felt better than I had ever imagined. I squeezed and kneaded her breasts until she pulled away from me.“I’m sorry, Shell…” I began but was silenced by her index finger on my lips.Shelley took hold of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. I was dumbfounded. I wanted to reach out and grab them but was unable to move. Then Shelley reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor and I sat there looking at her like a deer caught in headlights.Shelley snuggled back. She found none. Horror set in when she remembered that there was only one telephone in the house, and it was perched on a lamp table in the foyer, near the ballroom, where a swarm of guests stood about, laughing and gossiping. There was no way she could make a call in that noisy room. She wouldn’t be able to hear the people on the other line, and she was certain they wouldn’t be able to hear her. Another problem arose: what if one of the guests overheard her conversation and notified Richard?. He slid his hands into her open blouse and violently spread them, tearing it open, buttons flying everywhere. He took hold of her hands and pulled her to stand up. His right hand touched her left cheek and rubbed it fondly and slid back behind her ear, cupped the back of her head and pulled her lips to him. It was a soft, lips only kiss, their mouths barely open, just pulling at each other’s lips playfully, teasingly. His hands moved onto her shoulders and then came back down, pulling with them.