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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad

    Drama!! Oh Drama!!

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 4- I Blame The Parents



    “You are crapping me, Kate!” said Midori. They were in the lounge. “Please tell me it isn’t so.”  “Deuce said he saw it with his own eyes,” said Kate as she sipped her coffee. Reyjah had swept Kate away from her old hair- transplanting office. After a few classes, Kate had learned how to all types of artificial hair services as well as replacement. Her revenue was very plentiful. She could even wear he regular clothes instead of a white nurse’s uniform. “I swear, I hope it wasn’t what my husband thought it was,” she said. “Reyjah really loves Antoine.” “Maybe it’s not what it seemed, maybe the stripper dropped something..oh, bad choice of words,” said Midori squinching her eyes. “We’d better get to work, you know how boss lady gets suspicious,” said Kate, getting up.

    “Hello, my little darlings!” said Reyjah. Ever since Reyjah bought Sha-Hair-Azad and named Sheila as the manager the stylists could work smarter and not stay out until all hours of the night. Due to Reyjah’s growing popularity, and Antoine’s “connections” the day spa had been named in the top 10 of all of Los Angeles. “Hey, Rey!” said Midori as she sat down at her new desk. She reclined back in her chair and put on her headphones. “Any calls?” asked Reyjah. She wore a pale pink ,V-neck quarter-length sleeve shirt and pale blue nylon drawstring pants and matching Skechers. Her hair was slicked back in a low ponytail. “Yeah, a girl named Julia called, she’ll be in at 11:30.”  It was already 11:00. Why did that name sound familiar. “Thank you my sweet, Midori,” she cooed. Reyjah waved to every stylist that she passed. She kissed Sheila on her cheek. “Something’s wrong?” Sheila said. “You only kiss me when something’s wrong.” Reyjah motioned her to the lounge. Kate looked at Midori from the distance.
    Reyjah poured herself a cappuccino. After sitting down, she gulped it. “Please tell me what’s wrong?” “ I’m really trying to trust him, Sheila; because I love him so much…” Reyjah began , stammering.  “I don’t even know where to begin; a message on his answering machine from a bitch named ‘Cyrene’, and then a number in his pants pocket from ‘Julia’…” she could feel hot tears burning her eyes.  Sheila felt like such an ass. She was so caught up in her own opinion of Antoine, not realizing just how much her best friend really loved him. “I don’t wanna jump to any conclusions…” said Reyjah sipping her cappuccino.  “But it doesn’t hurt to investigate, either,” said Sheila. “What time is it?” “Ahh, damn, I got a client coming, I’d better set up,” said Reyjah. “I will be blasting my Destiny’s child, just to warn you.”

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    “What did you say your name was?” asked Reyjah to her client. The girl was very pretty; Chinese and very petite. Her hair was black with bright blue streaks. “My name is Julia Chang, but my work name is ‘Cyrene’”, she said. Holy cow, thought Reyjah as she wrapped a towel and cape around her client’s neck.  She let the girl talk. Reyjah was playing her breakdancing music. “Oohh, I love this music!” said Julia squealing. “Can you pay my bills, can you pay telephone bills..” she sang. Reyjah shook her head and led her to the shampoo area.  When Reyjah was shampooing Julia’s hair, she nodded to Sheila. Sheila winked. The girl was silent when Reyjah had massaged the conditioner through her hair.  “So, Julia, where do you work?” asked Reyjah. Julia was groggy. “Ummm I work as a waitress at Mistress.” “Isn’t that a titty bar?” blurted Sheila, almost dropping her client’s head into the sink.  “Topless bar, yes it is,” Julia mumbled. Sheila and Reyjah exchanged glances.  Reyjah rinsed her client’s hair. Lord, give me strength, she thought.

    Julia could not help but tell Reyjah her life story.  Her parents were immigrants from Shanghai, and she was raised in Oakland. “My parents have no idea what I do for a living,” she said as Reyjah was cutting layers in her black and blue hair. “If they found out, they would disown me, my father is very traditional.” Reyjah nodded, “Well, you gotta do what you gotta do I guess,” she said flatly. Come on, spill it, she thought. “My dad would flip out if he knew about my tattoos, or my tongue ring,” Julia piped. “Stick your tongue out?’ said Reyjah. Julia stuck out her tongue to show off her emerald tongue ring. “I also have my nipples and my clitoris done.” Reyjah wanted to drop her scissors. “Your what?” she asked. “Yeah, girl, I got holes in my kitty,” said Julia proudly. “It’s so great, especially being bisexual and what not.” “Please explain, all I can think of is that thing rusting, and my gyno wondering,” said Reyjah  as she resumed to her task. “Okay, but you gotta keep this to yourself…” said Julia. “Girl, nothing gets out of this station,” Reyjah promised. “Okay, a while back, I was doing this gigolo named Antoine, and I was also doing this lady named Darlene.” Reyjah wanted to vomit at the word ‘Darlene’. “Of course, Antoine was not the type of man to do two women at once, so I would have him doing one thing and Darlene doing something else. I would pay him at least $10,000.” “That’s a lot of money for a freaky-sneaky threesome,” Reyjah commented as she began combing Julia’s newly- layered hair. “Antoine is ‘King Ding-A-Ling’ by far, and Darlene has got a kitty tongue. However, she is a bit on the psycho side. Especially when it come to Antoine; she thinks she is soooo in love with him.” Reyjah bit her lip as she distributed mousse through Julia’s hair. “I swear, Antoine girl…tall, Italian, sexy, got this deep accent, wonderful body…orgasms for days, but of course I have a little help,” she said pointing to her denim-clad crotch. “I can’t wait till I screw his brains out again, I’ve been working double shifts just in case I ever ran into him again…Ouch!” “Sorry, babe!” said Reyjah. She had “accidentally” dug the comb into Julia’s scalp. “Y’know, I saw him last night, I gave him a call.  Oh well, he’s got my number, so I guess he’ll call me back.”  Yeah, I got your number, bitch, thought Reyjah.

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