“I have to head to the salon. Need me to do anything?” I asked, as she hopped into her little sedan. She shook her head.
“Nope. I think I’m going to swim in the pool a bit, then hang out. Morning sickness has been hitting me a little in the afternoons.” All in all, Rayne’s pregnancy was going pretty well. They recently had an ultrasound, but didn’t want to know the gender of the baby. Crazy, but I was still beyond happy for her.
“Ok. Catch you on the flip side, hooker!” I blew her a kiss and walked over to Bambi, my orange beetle car. I loved Bambi. It didn’t take me long to drive over to the salon.
The salon was something I had worked hard for. Lots of hours spent working for an overly-made-up middle-aged woman, gaining as many clients as I could. I worked so hard for so long, and now I owned one of the hottest salons in Sarasota. I had every type of client, from the super-rich to strippers. I loved them all.
Just last year though, I started to take a back seat out on the floor and started managing my business. I had six hair stylists, four nail technicians, two skin care ladies, and three massage therapists. Yeah, my salon was kick-ass. I should have named it that, Kick-Ass Salon, but knew some old ladies would get their panties in a twist over that. So I deemed it Prism Salon. The inside was decorated with many bright colors. Each station was a combination of pastels to bright blues, pinks, corals, greens, and more. You would think it would be a disaster. But it wasn’t. I had someone come in and do it. I can proudly say it looks absolutely fabulous!
I pulled into my parking area, which looked pretty full. As soon as I opened the door, I saw everything was in control. Everyone was being tended to, which was magnificent.
“No worries, all. Your fearless leader has arrived!” I alerted them of my entrance. Most of them rolled their eyes. Obviously I was not an intimidating boss.
“Can I get you anything, Ms. Jennings?” My newest receptionist jumped into action.
“Yes. Can you get me a bull whip, a full leather cat suit, and a hockey mask? I obviously need to toughen up my rep so my employees take me seriously,” I asked, trying to hold back my laughter when her face paled.
“Uh.” I liked making her sweat a little. Hell, I loved to get reactions out of people. It was either a curse or a gift, the great debate of my life.
“I’m just pulling your dick, babe. I’m fine.” I air-kissed her cheek and walked back towards my office. I had to look over the new advertising designs. Something was lacking last time, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. But this time, I was going to make those designs my bitch.
