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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad

    By Najya Yasirah


    How Much? Gotta Be Kidding me? - Chapter 6


    Antoine truly enjoyed the experience.  Not only was Reyjah very beautiful, but she was also a caring person. She even trimmed his mustache for him and splashed on aftershave. He loved the softness of her hands the most. At one point, he grabbed her hand and looked at it. Her skin was smooth, and her fingers were long and very slender. Her nails were French-manicured and a very nice length. “You have such pretty hands,” he said in awe. “Thank you, Mr. Laconte,” she said. After running her fingers through his silky, black hair, she turned him to face the mirror. “I love it!” he said. His hair was to the length of his chin. The razor cut layers tamed the waves to tousle at the flip of his head. He smiled. “It’s absolutely wonderful! Thank you!” he jumped out of the chair and gave her a tender kiss on the lips, not realizing. “Whoa, you’re welcome!” she said holding her chest in surprise. “How much do I owe you?” he said. “Fuggedaboutit,” she said in her New York drawl. “It’s on the house.” “Are you, kidding me, you saved my career!” he insisted. “Please let me do something for you….how about dinner at Giovanni’s  tomorrow night?” Giovanni’s was one of the most elite, formal restaurants in LA.  “I have nothing to wear to a place like Giovanni’s,” said Reyjah. “I’ll handle it,” he said. He took her had, placed a wad of money in it, and closed it. She pocketed the money without looking at it. “I’ll pick you up at 7?” he asked, as she walked with him to the front desk. “I’d rather meet you there, instead,” she offered. “ I don’t want to keep you waiting.”
    He looked into her fake, sapphire eyes. “All right, “ he nodded. “Oh wait, here’s my card, if you know anyone who needs a cut, please…”she began. “I promise I will have your book full for at least two weeks,” he assured.  Midori watched the scene as she confirmed an appointment with a client.  Antoine Laconte was so breathtaking. “So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he said taking her hand, and kissing it. “Yeah,” she breathed. Antoine nodded and left the salon. He waved to her from the glass door.  Reyjah let out a sigh of relief. Then, she fainted.

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    She smelled perm solution straight through her nostrils. “Damn!” she said turning her face away.  Sheila, Derrick and Midori were standing around her. “Girl, you have been out cold for 30 minutes, “said Derrick as he helped her up from the floor. “Reyjah Bennett, who is that fine assed man?’ said Sheila. They walked Reyjah to the lounge. “That’s dude,” she said sitting down. Derrick gave her a hot cappuccino. “What does he do?” said Sheila. “He says that he’s a model,” said Reyjah as she sipped her beverage. “Girl, that man could not be my neighbor-he’d be my damn roommate,” said Sheila shaking her head in disbelief. “Did he like his ‘blow job?’” joked Midori as she stirred cream into her coffee. “Oh yeah, he loved it, in fact he kissed me,” said Reyjah nonchalantly. “What?!” said Derrick with wide eyes.  “He kissed you, how?” said Sheila. “There was no tongue involved,” said Reyjah. “He just grabbed me against him and have me a peck in the lips.” Her friends looked at each other. Out of the 15 stylists that worked there, Reyjah was the only one to have had such an experience. “I didn’t charge him though, after all, he did help me with my knee and stuff.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “Didn’t he give you, some money, Rey? “said Midori, taking a sip. Midori pretty much saw everything that went on.  That day, she wore a mint green wrap around tank top and ice blue sateen pants. She loved Reyjah to death, in fact, everyone did.  Reyjah reached into her pocket and pulled out the wad. She began counting the hundred dollar bills. “There’s $800 here,” she said in shock.  “Damn.” Said Derrick. “That’s a tip if I ever saw one.” “He asked her out to Giovanni’s tomorrow night,” Midori informed with a smile. “Ooh!” they teased. “I guess this money for a dress and shoes. Sheila, will you go shopping with me, tomorrow?” she asked, sweetly. “Sure,” said Sheila. “Derrick..?” “Yes, honey. I will do your hair and your makeup.” Reyjah gave $100 to Midori for the salon fee. She sighed.

    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad - Chapter 7