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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad

    By Najya Yasirah


    The “Blow Job”- Chapter 5


    “You have beautiful hair, Antoine,” said Reyjah. She had towel-dried it a little and applied a cutting lotion to keep it from getting tangled.  “Thank you,” he said. She combed the top half forward, so it fell in his face. He sputtered. “Sorry?” she shrugged. “Happens.” He laughed. She began with her cut. “So Antoine, what do you do? No wait, let me guess…you are an aviator?” He laughed. “No…you are a zookeeper?” “You’re close,” he said. “Seriously, you have got to be a model, or actor or something,” she said flinging hair off her scissors. “Maybe you are an exotic dancer. Yeah, you go to women’s houses..” she stepped away from the chair and began gyrating. “And you twirl your pelvis like this, and you say..Hey baby!” Antoine got up from the chair and laughed so hard until he cried. He sat back down when he caught his breath. “Your close,” he said. “Very close.”  Reyjah shook her head. “I want to know more about you, Reyjah,” he cooed.  “Like your name..” “Oh, the ‘Rey’ part is Spanish for king and the ‘Jah’ part-hell if I know,” she shrugged. “And the rest of my name is ‘Nycolia Bennett’.”  “Okay, tell me why you have pictures of yourself in bikinis and workout clothes?” he asked noticing her mirror. “Oh, I’m an aspiring fitness model,” she said. “Those are old test shots from New York.” “They are very nice,” he emphasized. “I can tell you work extremely hard,” he said. “Thanks,” she said, flicking more hair away.

    “You still didn’t tell me what you do?” she pressed, smiling. “You wouldn’t like me if I told you,” he said quietly as she turned the chair to cut the front.  “Who said I like you, now?” she joked. “Just playing.”  He snickered. “You are …a fruitcake!” he declared. “I have never laughed so much in my life.” She looked through his hair and saw the twinkle in his dark eyes. “Quit changing the subject, man…what do you do?”  She was growing impatient; her curiosity was killing her. Antoine did not know whether to tell her or not, but he felt so comfortable with her. Taking a deep breath, he replied “ I am a gigolo.”  “Gig- what?” She stopped cutting. She pushed the hair back from his eyes. “ Yeah right, and I’m a transvestite,” she said smiling. “Man, please.”  Antoine felt her disbelief, so he lied, “You’re so clever, I am indeed, a model, yes,” he said trying to believe his own lie. “That’s what I thought,” she said nodding in approval. She put her scissors down on her silver station and pulled out her favorite chrome shaping razor, the key to her success. “This, is ‘Susie’, Susie, this is Antoine,” she said. “You named your tools?” he asked. “Yeah, I’ve had Susie since I was in beauty school,” she said.  She turned Antoine back around and began slicing through his hair. “What is Susie’s purpose, exactly?” he asked. “Oh, Susie not only gets rid of the heaviness in your hair, she gives it a really awesome texture, as well as my signature.” Hair was flying everywhere. When Reyjah was done with Susie, she applied straightening foam to Antoine’s hair and massaged it in.  “I love it when you do that,” he said growling. His eyes were closed. He imagined her doing the same to his back.  “Most people do,” she said. “My instructors would always pick on me saying that I was too gentle,” she said. “But that’s just the way I am.” She plugged in a shiny, black blowdryer. “Are you giving me my blowjob, now?!” he said loudly. Everyone in the salon stopped. Reyjah turned bright red. She heard Derrick laughing all the way from his station.

    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad - Chapter 6