The Erotic Short Story Collection

8. The Orgasm Fairy

"Now Opal, remember, you can always message me and I'll come and get you early if you're not having a good time."

"It's fine, Mum. I'm sure I'll have a good time. I told you. All the girls have been really nice to me since I started at the salon."

"I know dear, but that's when you're at work. These kind of social situations are different. You find out who people really are, especially when there's drinking involved." She gave me a concerned look.

"Relax mum. I told you. I've only got these two cruisers. That's all I'm going to have."

My Mum nodded resignedly as she turned back to look at the road and we drove in silence for the next few minutes. I flipped the passenger side visor down and began to anxiously check my hair and reflection.

If I'm being honest, I had been reassuring myself just as much as my Mum. Everything she said was true. I'd only been working at the salon for three months and while all the girls seemed nice, I didn't know any of them particularly well. At eighteen I was also the youngest employee by a few years.

There were three hairdressers at the salon. Tarni who was twenty two. She was the next youngest, having just finished her apprenticeship. Tarni was short in stature and was easily half a head shorter than me. She was well proportioned however with long dark hair, blue eyes and a petite figure. Tarni had been with her boyfriend Chad for almost three years and was currently doing everything in her power to get him to propose.

Next was Sherri. With her long legs, blonde hair and outgoing nature, Sherri was often the focal point of the salon. She had large breasts which were always prominently displayed and bright blue eyes. Sherri was twenty eight years old and known for being perennially unlucky in love.

Rhonda, the final hairdresser and Sherri's best friend, was of the opinion that Sherri could pick out any dropkick among a sea of a hundred men and would probably then date him. Rhonda was also twenty eight and happily married. She was a tall woman with long brown hair and a slender willowy figure. Often she seemed to find herself pushed into Sherri's shadow, though more than once I had wondered if perhaps she liked it there, away from all the attention and drama.

The only other employee at the salon was Marie the store manager. She was in her early forties and a hairdresser by trade herself, though I had only seen her pick up the scissors on one or two occasions when things got hectic. Instead she spent most of her time organising and running the salon. Marie was kind of like the mother hen of the shop, not only organising everyone at work but also often directing the girls in other aspects of their lives. Indeed the outing tonight had been initiated by Marie.

Apparently a few years back she started a tradition where every three or four months the girls would all stay over at her house and they would all drink and be merry. Sometimes they would organise an activity for these gatherings or other times they would give the night a theme and all dress up. Mercifully, this one was without a theme. Apparently the theme was 'get drunk and talk a lot.' That suited me fine. I was hoping to fly under the radar, have a couple of drinks and leave by eleven before things got too rowdy.

I guess I should tell you about myself. I'm Opal. I'm eighteen. I just finished school and started a hairdressing apprenticeship a few months ago. I'm average in height with long blonde hair and a petite figure. I'm no super model, but I think I'm pretty enough. I have a nice body, I think, though I am hoping for a late growth spurt in the boob department. All in all I'm just your average girl...

Anyway, enough about me. We pulled up at Marie's house and I bade my Mum goodbye. The house was a large four by two home with a long drive and a decent sized yard. Marie lived there with her two kids. She'd separated from their Dad a few years back and had basically done things solo ever since. I suspect these weekends were probably her way of blowing off some steam every now and then. She'd insisted that I should come when she invited me two weeks ago, saying "Opal you had better be there. My mums having the kids for the entire weekend, so you're in for a wild time!"