I rushed into the room and sat down quickly in the first available seat. The girl next to me barely looked up as she listened intently to the seminar facilitator at the front of the room. This was the first day of a three day professional seminar on cost accounting. Nothing exciting, but required for work. The best news was that it was in a fun city: Dallas.
I glanced over to my neighbor and saw she was quite attractive. Her business suit was conservative, and her hair was boring: all one length and half-pinned up, so as to keep it from falling forward when she took notes. It was an unremarkable brown color, but looked thick. It was definitely pretty long. Her name was Emily, her nametag revealed.
At the next break I introduced myself and we chatted about where we were from, and who we worked for, and that type of basic stuff. This was her first time in Dallas, and I had been here many times before. At lunch we sat together and talked some more. She really was pretty, and from what I could see past the outfit, without staring, she was quite shapely. At the end of the afternoon break she asked me if I had plans for dinner that night. I did not, and neither did she. She asked if I knew my way around this part of towm (I did) and if I minded having her tag along for dinner (I did not). As the day's course wrapped up, we agreed to meet in the lobby in just over an hour, giving us time to check email, and freshen up.
At the appointed time, I was in the lobby and quickly had some suspicions confirmed. Emily had changed into a more casual shirt, which definitely showed off her shape, and she had let her hair down, and it hung thickly to the middle of her back, all in one length. She was quite perky, and we grabbed a cab together. We had decided we both like sushi, so I took her to a place in North Dallas called Chaucer's. It is hard to find, but worth the search. The decor, as the name suggests, is somewhat medieval English, but the food is exclusively Japanese. The place is a restaurant, but also has a lounge area, a dance floor and a DJ booth. They only start playing music after 10 pm. The sushi is great, the music is good, and the waitresses are very pretty, and dressed in stylish but short and tight clothes. Emily was definitely surprised by the place, but said she liked it better than your average Japanese fake restaurant.
We feasted on Sushi, washed it all down with Sapporro beers and sake, and basically had a great time talking about everything. Our waitress was a sexy buxomy girl in a very tight, very short black dress, which was nice to look at. Her hair was very edgy: it was an inverted bob, chin length in the front, angling steeply at the back. The color was a variety of fiery shades of red.
Emily and I definitely got very friendly by the end of the night and shared a passionate kiss in the hotel lobby before retreating to our own rooms. A great night on the town!
The next morning Emily looked all business again as I sat next to her. She gave me a warm lingering smile, and I knew this was going to be a great day. We started passing notes back and forth, in order not to disturb the others in the seminar. She thanked me for the fun evening she had had. I suggested we give it another shot that evening. SHe gladly accepted. We wrote about the sushi place. Then she wrote about our waitress. Did I like her. I responded she seemed very nice. Did I like her look, she meant. I called her attractive. "Is that all?" she wrote. "Well... she was quite sexy," I responded. "That's more like it!!" I was not sure where this was going. Then she asked me about the waitress' hair. I responded that I thought it looked great. Emily pressed me for more details... Why did I like it, what was so great about it. I took the plunge...
In a longer note, I jotted down some of my thoughts, about how I liked hair that was a edgy, how I really liked the color work on the waitress, and the super short in the back, etc. I ate lunch by myself to get caught up on some work, and after lunch Emily passed me another note: "do you think I would look good with a different hair style?" This is dangerous territory... I responded with a fairly generic "you look great now, but new looks can be fun." At the end of the day, we again met in the lobby. It was a little too early for dinner, so we went to the hotel bar first. It is amazing what a couple of drinks on an empty stomach can do for inhibitions... As she looked at herself in the mirror behind the bar, Emily asked me what I thought of her appearance.
I decided (
well, the alcohol decided) to forego any caution, and flat out told her she was pretty, easily beautiful, with the potential to be gorgeous. All she gave me in response was a thoughtful smile. She asked me to elaborate. I mentioned that a little more makeup and a fun hairstyle would really make her stand out, and the right haircut would make her outright gorgeous.She then repeated what I had said about last night's waitress, and commented that it was a very detailed answer. I told her I had a pretty strong taste for hair, and knew what I liked. She left it at that.
As we walked from the hotel to the restaurant we were going for dinner, we passed a trendy salon. Emily stopped and turned to me. How about a haircut before dinner? I was stunned. Not sure what she had in mind. We walked in and she checked for an opening. All the girls in the salon had the coolest hair. Emily said she knew this was the right place. She took a breath and told me to take her stylist aside while she was getting her hair washed, and discuss what hair style she should get. She wanted to be surprised, and I could have them do anything I wanted, style and color. I took a deep breath.
After her stylist had brushed her hair out, and sent her off to be washed, I talked with her. We decided on something fun. When Emily came back, the stylist asked if she wanted to know what we had decided. Emily insisted on no, and asked to cover the mirror to complete the surprise.
The first order of business was to chop off the length. Within minutes, Emily had no hair left past chin length. The transformation was immediate. Before any more cutting took place, the stylist went and applied colors in different places. Emily looked at me nervously, and sipped on the margharita I had gotten her. She had never had her hair colored before. I had decided to give it my best shot and just hope she liked the complete makeover I had planned for her.
After an eternity of various coloring techniques, the stylist has accomplished more than I could have dreamed. The cut quickly took shape.
This is what I chose for Emily:
The cut was quite easy: an inverted bob, from chin length at the front, to above the ears in the back. No bangs. Her ear lobes peeked out below the cut. The back was very short. When her stylist pulled out the clippers to buzz her short in the back, I saw some panic in Emily's eyes. She quickly relaxed as the buzzing vibrations settled in.
The bob cut had choppy layers in it, to make it more exciting. Even more exciting were the colors I had picked.
First off, I had chosen to get the bottom layers of her hair at the back dyed a deep deep black, with a bluish sheen to it. This was almost completely hidden, however, by the platinum blonde on top. Most of the time was spent waiting for that blonde to be achieved. It was some of the lightest blonde imaginable. In the back, where she had gotten her hair buzzed, the deep black stood out. In the front, I had gotten the stylist to put some very bright light pink highlights in, and also a lot of this same light pink very close to the scalp. The result was stunning: as the choppy layers in the bob moved, pink would appear and disappear. Because I had made sure the hair was cut just too short to stay tucked behind her ears, it moved all the time. I was very pleased with this result. Emily had yet to see it. I had the stylist add some makeup to Emily's face.
When she first saw herself, her jaw dropped, and then a huge smile appeared. Oh my gosh! I am hot!
I completely agreed!. I watched with pleasure as Emily discovered the dark in the back, and how the pink was playing peekaboo in the front. We were both quite pleased.
When we were having dinner that night, she could not stop touching her hair. For one, it kept falling in her face. But also, because she really liked the feel of it. I leaned over and tucked the long lock behind her ear. She shivered at my touch. As she leaned forward to kiss me, the lock slipped from its place and softly hit my face. I slowly ran my fingers up the back of her head as we kissed. The feeling was sensational. We shared a hotel room that night.
The next morning I could not keep my eyes off her in the seminar. She got nothing but compliments from everyone.
This was the start of a great relationship, one that had us at the salon for surprise changes quite a few times, but more about that later...
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