Home // Ardeth
Stories // Antoine Stories
// Oded Stories // Character
Stories // UC Stories
Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad
By Najya Yasirah
Small World - Chapter 4
Reyjah helped Derrick with a razor cut. “You want that Meg Ryan look ma’am or do you want that Britney Spears Rolling Stone cover look?” she asked. “Meg Ryan.” Said the client. “You got it!” said Reyjah smiling. Despite Reyjah’s different look, Sha-Hair-Azad’s atmosphere had come to life. She always brought laughter when there was pain, regardless of who it was. She quickly whipped through the client’s cut with a razor-comb technique. “Are you watching, Derrick?” said Reyjah. “Yes, I am, my dear, you are the best.” He said proudly. When she was done, she handed the razor back to Derrick and tousled the client’s hair. “Viola!” she said in a fake French accent. She spun around to walk back to her private station. “Reyjah?” said Midori, the beautiful Japanese receptionist with new shag created by Reyjah. “There’s a gentleman here who has a haircut emergency.” “Oh God, it’s not a drag queen, is it? Not again?” said Reyjah wrinkling her brow. Midori smiled. “No, this guy has absolutely no reason to dress up like a chick,” said Midori motioning to the desk in the distance. “Oh my…” said Reyjah. “Tell him I’ll be right there,”said Reyjah. She scurried over to Derrick’s station. “Derrick, that guy..he’s here!” she said excitedly. “For real, let me see!” he said. Derrick peeked form his screen. “Girl, you were not lying.” He said in agreement. “I’m sorry you saw him before I did.” Derrick’s client laughed. “I gotta go greet him.” She said, nervously. “Girl. Take a deep breath, he’s on your turf, now.” He said. She gave him the thumbs up, and left his station. “You ready?” said Midori. “MMhmm,” said Reyjah. Midori walked Reyjah to the front desk. Antoine was wearing a black fitted tee shirt from Structure with a v-neck and a pair of gray pants. His shoes were black low-cut Lugz . His hair was slicked back in a ponytail. He was very surprised to see Reyjah. She looked sexy in her denim jumpsuit that hugged to her hips. Her hair was loose, long and very silky-looking. He never remembered her eyes being blue, but nevertheless, she was stunning. “This is Reyjah, our haircutting specialist,” said Midori. “Reyjah, this is Antoine Laconte.” She stuck out her hand for him to shake, but he shook it, instead. “Pleasure is mine,” he said. “Likewise,” she purred. “Would you like a blow job, too?” she asked. Midori gave her a crazy look. “Oh.. shhh..I meant, ‘blow-dry’.” Reyjah covered her face in embarrassment. Midori held in her laughter as she went back behind the desk. “Come with me, Mr. Laconte?’ said Reyjah leading the way to her station. Derrick and Sheila were peeking from their workplaces. “Is he cute?’ said Ms. Randolph
.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
“You may call me, Antoine,” he said as she helped him put a smock on. He sat down in her hydraulic chair and she pumped up the seat with her foot. “Okay, Antoine,” she said confidently. “How is your knee?’ he asked as she carefully loosened his hair. She placed the elastic around her wrist. “It’s okay,” she nodded as she examined his hair. ”It’s got a screw in it, anyway. Who…did you get in a fight with Edward Scissorhands?” she asked after seeing the severity of his hair. “Worse, Darlene.” “The plastic hussy?” “Yes,” he laughed. “Ooh-kay, before I get started, I need music. She went over to her silver stereo and looked in her CD case. “Ooh, Debalah Morgan-I’m playing it” she declared putting it in and pressing play. “Come and dance with me my baby..” Reyjah began singing and dancing. Antoine noticed that her singing voice was awesome and she sounded almost like Debalah Morgan, herself. She was also a great dancer even with a bum knee. ”Okay, back to you,” she said touching Antoine’s hair. “You are a good singer,” he said. “Why thank you, dahling.” She said with a fake British accent. “And you dance well, too.” He noted. She looked at him in the mirror and smiled. “Enough about me, my wish is your command, what do you want me to …do?” she exaggerated. Her energy was contagious. Reyjah was a hysterical woman. “I don’t know, what do you think?” he said, his voice trusting. “I think…,” she said squinching her eyes.. "Don Juan DeMarco, the greatest lovemaker of all time...” she played in Antoine’s hair. “ As portrayed by Johnny Depp. His hair was long, and kinda tousle-y. It’s you, honey.” She lifted his chin to look at his face, closer. He looked into her eyes. “Oh yeah, it’ll suit you perfectly.”
She took Antoine by the arm and led him to the shampoo bowl. She saw Sheila with yet another client. When Antoine’s head was in the bowl, and his eyes were closed, she winked at Reyjah. Reyjah snickered. She mouthed ‘this is him’. ‘I know’ mouthed Sheila. “Let me know if the water’s too hot, Antoine,” said Reyjah as she adjusted the stream. She placed it against her wrist before applying it to her scalp. “That feels incredible,” he said relaxing. He looked up once and caught a glimpse of her zipper. How he wanted to take it between his teeth…” When she shampooed his hair, she moved her fingers in little circles from his temples all the way down to the back of his neck. He almost went crazy. For once he experienced something better than sex. She did it twice in fact. She massaged in a conditioner that smelled like coconuts. “Who took my Paul Mitchell?’ said Reyjah, faking annoyance. “I did!” said Farah. Farah was a lovely woman from Senegal. “Make sure you hit me back, heffa!” said Reyjah playfully. “You are crazy!” said Farah. “I know, that’s why you all love me,” said Reyjah. The salon laughed. Antoine smiled. She was absolutely right.
Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad - Chapter 5