The popular hair salon is a wide open space of mirrors and comfortable leather chairs that swivel all around. The floor is sanded smooth and the walls are a soft beige with various paintings scattered about. It's a place that removes barriers between people as if no matter what the weather may be on the outside, it's always a bright sunshine inside. It's a place of connection as much as pampering. It's where people from all walks of life come to share personal anecdotes while receiving top notch service that enhances their beauty on the outside which feeds to their insides...boosting that sense of love toward themselves and others. Warm smiles adorn those stylists who are moving their scissors in delicate, precise movement. Smiles also adorn the faces of those being pampered, their stylists looking at them through the mirror and also share a smile as their clients are pleased with what they've done so far and are eager to see the final product. In the lobby clients await to be serviced and are flipping through pages of hair magazines to get an idea of what they want and convey that to their stylist. Suddenly the entrance to the salon opens sounding off the bell prompting those waiting to look up. Their eyes go wide as they realize who it is. They lean towards each other and whisper, "Look. It's Laurent from Les Twins". They're major fans of the talent but being insanely gorgeous only adds to it so they begin fixing themselves up in the hope that they will be spotted. Laurent has yet to notice as his eyes are darting around to locate the owner of the salon who he's close friends with. He's distracted by a lady who in her moment of being star struck asks for a picture. Laurent flashes that smile and sweetly replies, "of course". Seconds later the surrounding ladies are standing to their feet and waiting to receive the same. One by one he takes their phone and puts it on the photo setting then holds it out for them smile then snaps the photo. A distance away the owner/friend who's known Laurent for years has spotted what's going on so she watches with a smile. Laurent sees her too but he still has a few photos to take so he smiles at her then puts his focus back on his adoring fans. Laurent can't deny seeing the obvious looks from several of them who are making it clear that their interest is more than just a fan...but there's only person who has his heart and why he's here to see his good friend today. He needs to ask a huge favor from her and is what he needs to put his surprise for his love in action. After the last photo he gives the phone back to her then his eyes dart between all of them as he shares that it was great to interact then begins walking forward. He doesn't realize that one of the fans has extended her pointer finger and thumb to try and get a punch of his butt in which her friend playfully hits her hand to stop her. He finally approaches his good friend and before he can even speak...
Kim: *smile* "They were practically drooling over you".
Laurent: *smile* "It's not like that. They were sweet".
Kim: *smile* "Yeah. Sweet and horny. They want themselves some Laurent".
Laurent: *chuckles* "You're crazy".
Kim: *laugh* "You know it's true".
Laurent: *smile and shrug* "Maybe".
Kim: *smile* "Yeah ok". *pause* "So what's up? How's Larry"?
There's a moment of silence and Kim smiles wider as there's a glow on Laurent's face as if he has butterflies in his belly right now just hearing that name...
Laurent: *smile* "My bebe is great". *pause* "I have a special day planned for him but I need your help to make it happen".
Kim: "Sure. What is it"?
Laurent: "Well I was wondering if I could use your shop after closing. Instead of sending him to the salon I want to...you know".
Kim: *smile* "You want to give him all of the attention".
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One Shot Collection | LT
FanfictionMy collection of various one shots where most are sexual in nature so please read at your own discretion. Updates to this book may be sporadic at times since I also write full length stories but this is an ongoing collection so I will update as idea...