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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad:

    These Walls Can Talk

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 3:  “BLOWJOB!!!”



    “You still didn’t tell me what you do?” she pressed, changing the subject. “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. “You dropped me on my ass; therefore, I hate your guts!” she said.  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.  “You are telling the God’s honest truth,” she realized. “So that’s what you were doing last night, working?”  “Yep.” “You are obviously getting a bonus at Christmas time; especially from the way that girl was hollering and carrying on.”  “I ‘d like to think I am good at what I do,” he said proudly. “And you felt comfortable enough to tell me that?” Reyjah asked. “Why not, we have been talking and laughing since I’ve been here,” said Antoine. “And will you please call me ‘ Antoine’, you make me feel old when you call me ‘mister’.” “As you wish,” she said.  “You don’t think less of me?” he asked. “Most women are uncomfortable when I tell them that.” “Honey, I don’t think anything of you, and I really don’t plan on sleeping with you, either. My name means ‘king’, not God. No judgments made.”  He smiled to himself. She was attracted to him. “Aren’t you afraid you’re dick will fall off ?” she asked. She put her scissors down on her silver station and pulled out her favorite chrome shaping razor, the key to her success. ”I always use protection, my dear Ms. Bennett,” he said matter-a-factly. “I may be a whore, but I am not a dumbass.” “In whose opinion?” she said. “I’m still in pain, Mr. Powerbomber, I still don’t like you.” He laughed again. The woman was incorrigible.  “This, is ‘Susie’, Susie, this is Antoine,” she said, brandishing her razor. “You named your tools?” he asked. ”Don’t you name yours?” she asked. Oooh. “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. “You are getting absolutely no special treatment from me, Antoine. I still don’t like you ; 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. Antoine must die! She heard Derrick laughing all the way from his station. “Shut the hell up!!” she said.


    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad: These Walls Can Talk - Chapter 4