Cut the Deck (Lesbian Story)

Kinky Slap

"You're late! Hairstylist and makeup team is waiting for you in your dressing room, go go go!" Melody states in a pissed off mood. Yeah, that's what being head in charged and dealing with 50+ models that want to have things their way. And I wasn't late, I'm on time. She said 8 AM and it's 9- I'm reasonably late. On my way, I stop at the snack table which is filled with nothing but fruit and gluten-free, organic-low fat muffins.

"Now where's the fucking fun in that?" I question angrily. I slide through the photographers set up and sneak a few doughnuts. I quickly slip into the dressing room and soon get attacked by makeup artists.

"She gets her hair trimmed and styled first!" A women orders and the makeup artists quickly back off.

"You! Here's your first chance and opportunity!  Your head and here's her style," she pulls a random girl to stand in front of.

"I'm not a hairdresser," the girl croaks out, highly afraid and nervous of the woman. The woman growls out loudly and requests for another person, she pulls, Nyla?

"What the hell is she doing here?" I question myself. The woman kinda shoves her to stand in front of me as I squirm in the chair. I stare at her curiously. She glances at me and turns back to face the woman. I didn't even know nor did I know she'll be a stylist here. How coincidental.

"Excuse me, I can't work with her!" Nyla demands.

"And why the hell not?" The woman questions annoyedly.

"Because I..." Nyla tries but instantly gets shut down by the angry frustrated woman.

"I seriously don't care at this rate. It's either do what you're assigned or go home and don't get paid ." And with that, she walks away. It's very loud and hectic. Nyla slowly advances toward me.

She wraps the haircloth thingy around my neck, a bit too tightly. I unloosen it a bit and groan. I guess we're not saying anything to each other. We quickly do a wash and during that time period, she "mistakenly" put shampoo into my eyes.

Very childish.

"So no good morning?" I state while looking carefully up at her as she trims my short curls. She focuses closely on trimming my hair while completely ignoring me. She stands close in front of me, my face basically buried in her breast, well not really but near. She smells really good, like always. I was going to ask her whose the fragrance designer, but we didn't necessarily get to that part of the date.

"I'm doing good this lovely morning, thanks for asking! I smelled the roses and skipped a bit while on my way here," I smile up at her. She annoyedly teazes my hair making sure to yank it roughly.

"Ouch! Mind having a bit of care with my skull?" I chuckle a bit nervous. She continues to snip still ignoring me and giving me the silent treatment which kinda hurts because it doesn't make this time in this chair go by any faster, and deep down-deep deep down, she's making me feel like an asshole.

"Look I'm sorry, okay? I was a dick yesterday and I was sorta partially drunk but I knew what I was doing, I was out of line," she tugs at my jaw turning my head to the right.

"So you're not going to say anything, still?"
I question yet her face is still stone cold straight. I glance at her face and a few of her fallen strands from her --two neat buns sitting on top of her head-- fall into her face. She's wearing a crop top and her belly button is weird so I poke it.

Why? I honestly don't know.

She jumps as I touch it and smacks my hand away. Ohhhh, a reaction. I wonder what would happen if I-I slowly slip my hand behind her waist and squeeze her ass as hard as I can.

It wasn't much wandering anymore because I slowly reached around her tiny waist and squeezed her ass as hard as I could. She jumps in surprise and slaps the crap out of me and that doesn't catch me by surprise.

"Are you freaking kidding me," she mumbles lowly trying to keep calm and sane.

"That was a kinky slap Ny, gotta give it to you," I smirk as she stands there annoyed, nose flared with steam basically coming out her ears if we were in a cartoon.

"I can't work with you! I can't work on you," she waits in frustration. I begin to state something but she continues and I let her...

"Everything's a joke with you, isn't it. I barely know you yet your true colors seep through. Why!?"

"Why what?"

"Why try with me, just ignore me dude and we won't have to ever speak about what happened or to each other!" She chuckles sarcastically and agitated.

"Do you own any pets?" I question randomly.

"See, you're outrageous to work with and comprehend"," she yells.

"You're interpretations of people are crazy!"

"How come!" She yells kinda gaining attention from the other people in the room which makes me nervous because they are so fucking nosy. I rise up and grasp her arm to pull her out the room. She tries to yank her arm from out my grasp but I don't let go.

"Let go of me!" She yells pulling at her arm. But once we're in a quiet alone spot I pull her to lean against a wall and trap her so she can't walk away from me stubbornly.

"I like you, a fucking lot. And I made the stupid mistake of letting my ego get the best of me! I need you to understand that that's not me! And I want to retry this entire thing." I stare seriously and intensely at her. Her face is turned sideways and she doesn't look at me.

"Nyla, I'm serious!" She slowly turns to me and meets my eyes.

"Why should I? You expected me to give you sex on the first day, how do I know that's not what you really think of me!" She fires back.

"Because I know you like me and this isn't my pride talking, this is me knowing just by the way you blush every time I say something to you and by the smile you give me when you come in contact with one another," I explain sincerely. We stare face to face, I dig deep down into my pocket to pull out one of the doughnut holes and pop it into my mouth without breaking the stare. She slowly leans in to kiss me on the cheek. Once she breaks her lips from my cheekbone she walks back inside, not before whispering...

"I have a dog by the name of Rasper," she states and walks away.

"So what about that date?" I call back to her yet she ignores me.

Maybe later?