"My oh my!" exclaims the barber, "You're getting the Deluxe Treatment.
Whoever gave you this must really like you." He whistles, then
says,"Come on into the back of the salon. There's a locker where you
can hang your clothes, and towels. We'll start with the massage."
"Massage?" you ask in surprise. You really hadn't read the coupon
passed the name of the Salon and Free Deluxe Cut & Style, but if it
includes a massage why not?
"Yep, you get a hot oil massage, shampoo, cut, style & a pedicure -
all for free," the barber chuckles at some unspoken joke.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, the boss figures that giving away these Deluxe Packages will
inspire people to come back for the monthly service. Me, I'm not so
sure, but the boss?" he shrugs, "Either way you're getting a 90 minute
massage, shampoo, cut and style."
"Don't forget the pedicure - say do I get a manicure too?"
"Oh, I won't forget your pedicure, but manicures are not included."
"How much for a manicure?"
The barber pauses next to the door to the massage room. He ushers you
in saying, "I'll have to check with the boss. The girl upfront does
the scheduling and charges, but she left suddenly, so we need to hire
a new receptionist. Boss said he starts today, but he's either late or
the boss told him to come in later. Tch. Now get undressed, and hop
up on that table, and don't be shy. No underwear, if you're
embarrassed use a towel."
"Why do I have to be naked?"
"Because that's how it's done. Some idjit insisted on wearing
underwear and he got the worst wedgie ever." The barber leaves
shaking his head.
While you strip and put your clothing in the locker, the barber and
his boss watch you remotely on a closed circuit TV system. The barber
chuckles, and says, "He wants a manicure too. Least ways he wants to
know the price. Don't see what good a manicure would do - probably
have to give it to him while he's still human, and he'd wonder why the
pedicure was later."
"Will, he doesn't suspect does he? I, mean, man-i-cure? He wants to
be the man cure?"
"Haha, no boss, the boy is totally clueless. Haven't felt him yet, but
from his look and demeanor I'm guessing mutt. Hope the buyer won't be
too upset if he isn't show dog material," the barber said.
"Oh, you underestimate yourself, he'll be a fine show dog. I had the
hair his new owner supplied, and the DNA -well, since you haven't
guessed it- I'll just let you see what kind of dog he becomes."
"Oh, dang, he's cut. That means an extra half hour of massage to give
him a doggy sheath," the barber said with dismay.
"Oh, you don't like giving hand jobs?"
"Not especially. Oh, speaking of jobs, when does the new front guy
start?"
"Oh, he'll be in today with the dog's new owner. He thinks he'll make
the perfect breeding partner for Katie - the former receptionist, but
since she's already pregnant, he thought we could use him for the next
ten or fifteen weeks until her litter is weaned."
The barber returns wearing rubber gloves. He turns on some soothing
music, lights some aromatic oil lamps and dims the ceiling light. You
feel the warm oil dribbling on your back, and he begins to massage
your sore muscles. His strong hands feel good. In about 10 minutes,
you're drifting off to sleep. Of course, you'll later realize that
this was a side effect of the oil seeping into your hide. You don't
notice the tiny stubble sprouting all over you naked body. Once
you're asleep, the barber strips off your towel and uses a paintbrush
to coat you whole body with oil. Then he massages it in thoroughly.