Kathryn sat in the Red Petal Salon, her hands on her lips. The space was uncomfortably small, both Rita and Hayden working on a customer each. She'd shown up a little early, while the other two were having their famous repartee with the customers.
One poor girl in Rita's chair, her boyfriend had been cheating on her. Rita cooed and made appropriate sympathetic noises, before asking, "Hayden, what do you think she should do?"
Hayden laughed as he worked on his own client. "Gurl, you should fuck his dad."
Kathryn laughed along with everyone, before Hayden's client told a similar story of woe, how her little brother was getting bullied by some jock in her year at school. Rita chimed in, "Girl, you should fuck his dad," again to much hilarity. The two clients' hair cuts were finished at roughly the same time and the two customers ushered out with laughter and exchanging of money. "Remember... fuck his dad!" the two hairdressers said in unison.
Kathryn found herself being ushered into a chair; she felt so frumpy next to Rita, in her all-black shirt and jeans, her dumpy 5'2'' body, with the consolation being her wide hips and hefty D cup breasts. Her hair was charitably sandy blonde, in practice, muddy blonde. "So, what can we do for you, darling?" Rita said, teasing Kathryn's hair with a comb.
"Oh, well, I've got a wedding to go to, so just hoping for something a bit fancy, you know?" Kathryn vaguely gestured. Rita began to clip and trim, tutting.
"Not that, darling," Hayden laughed in the background. "What's troubling you?"
Kathryn shrugged. "I don't know, not much." After some coaxing. "Well, I guess my brother's been pissing me off lately."
Hayden laughed, his smile rigid. "You should fuck his dad, gurl."
"Heh... haha..." Kathryn laughed, before she realised Hayden wasn't joking. "Um... well, he's my brother. So his dad is my dad."
"You should fuck his dad."
Kathryn felt herself as if hypnotised, staring into the mirror, her hair being combed back and dyed into a more pleasant honey blonde ponytail, words echoing in her ears. Fuck his dad. Fuck his dad. Fuck his dad.
She found herself at the cash desk, handing over her money. "And remember," Rita began to speak, before Kathryn interrupted against her will.
"I'm going to fuck his dad!" she said with a wide smile on her face, turning and walking purposefully out of the shop.