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Monique`s Revenge.

By SteJay.

Revenge/ Time For A Change

Salon.

Poem/Story.  PG.

It was a bright, sunny mid-summers day when Tammi entered top city centre salon Hair Design by Andre Monet.

Where she had a first -time appointment booked with leading stylist Monique.

Whose artistic skills were reputed to take her clients breaths away and leave them too enthralled to speak.

Agasp with elation at their fab new style creations, as they gazed into the mirror full of beaming gratitude and glowing adulation, for this gifted hair goddess who with the tools of her trade, comes to the rescue of ladies whose tresses needs her aid.

It was Tammi`s best friend Jess who first put Monique`s talent to the test.

Who recently arrived with hair in a sad, shameful, hopeless mess, and went from having a long, drab unruly mop,to flaunting a stunning new, chicer than chic, expertly cut and coloured high fashion semi-crop.

A hairstyle Tammi could only greatly admire.

So she to Monique`s skills decided to hire, and see what might be done to her bored with same long locks, to make her look even more of a hot, sexy fox.

But little did she know that day as she plonked herself down into the chair.

That Monique had a secret she didn`t want to share, and her sudden intention was to butcher her hair.

As ten years ago her real name was Shelley.

Or as Tammi and her bully gang from Laing Street High School unkindly knew her.

“ Spotty, fat ,smelly Shelley with really bad breath and a big jelly belly."

Thirteen words she could never forget nor likely to forgive.

As for years during her schooldays in hell this girl did live.

Tormented, tortured, bullied and mocked.

She hid away in doors each night with her bedroom door locked.

Friendless, lonely and fearfully aware that Tammi and her gang were too ever near.

Seeking to hurt her worse than in class by threatening to cut her with some broken glass.

Those scars from her school years she`d hidden deep inside, and although now got loads of friends, and met a really nice guy who`d last month taken her as his lovely bride.

She still dreamed one day of vengefully turning the tide on Tammi, for the hurt and pain she`d caused her to suffer and had to sustain.

It was hairdressing that transformed this bullied victim`s life.

Gave her trained skills, built her self confidence and helped make her a wife.

Smelly Shelley with the jelly belly she was no more.

The spots, the fat shy ugly schoolgirl had got up and walked out through the door.

She changed her name to Monique, became the epitome of chic, with glossy, vibrant, rich red hair cut in a long, symmetric shape.

Slim with nice curves and oh so pretty, this girl now stole attention not others pity.

Tammi didn`t know her from Eve, and Monique had to see to believe that her worst enemy had just entered the salon and about to get into her chair.

Totally unsuspecting in whose hands she was placing her once vainly treasured silky long dark hair.

Hoping after to leave sporting a new cut and style for all to embrace and admire.

That `ll make other girls green with envy and drive the guys wild, raising their heart rates a 100 beats higher.

Although ten years had passed away, Monique recognised it was Tammi almost instantly.

Those cold, steely sapphire blue eyes that stare right through you like a hawk stalking a rat.

That same athletic, cheerleaders body that always reminded her of a prowling, menacing, fierce, jungle cat.

And that false smarmy smile she gave, like a little girl trying to cover up she`s just misbehaved, and her hair of course which had barely changed.

Still long raven black and shiny, almost all one- length, falling down her back from a neat, precise centre part.

As Monique unfondly remembers, perhaps the closest thing to the evil bitches cold black heart.

Yes Tammi looked great there was no denying.

She`s a natural beauty without even trying.

But real beauty comes from deep within, and that`s where she`d got lost.

For which Shelley/ Monique had decided to make her pay a deserved steep, heavy cost.

The temptation to have revenge was just to hard to resist for her.

She`d waited a long time to make Tammi pay dear for all the misery she`d inflicted upon her through those dark bullied years,

And by chance having the whole afternoon free due to a client cancellation.

She decided she`s gonna savour every minute, and take her vengeance with patience and wilful determination.

Seating Tammi down at her styling station.

She draped a bright silver cape over her fastened with a plastic popper.

Unknowingly preparing her ready to soon come a cropper.

“ So what would you like me to do to your hair today?" Monique asked with a Mona Lisa smile.

“Quite frankly i`m bored with it long like this ,and i want a total restyle." She stated in a no nonsense manner, then continued to say on the matter.

“ You did wonders on my best friend Jess last week, and she now thinks you`re the best hairdresser on the whole of planet earth.

So i`m here to see what you can do for me, and check out your actual worth."

“ Do whatever you like with me.

I will trust your skills implicitly.

A new cut and colour is what i crave for, and it must be a style other girls would go to their graves for.

A hairstyle that is a true work of art, created by you soley for me.

Something that nobody else has got, be it on the street, in music, the movies or on tv.

If you can manage to do that you`ll certainly please me and will be rewarded most handsomely."

To which Monique was happy to confess.

“Oh yes, i so enjoyed doing your best friend Jess.

Her hair it was a dreadful mess, and proved a welcomed challenge.

She absolutely loved the restyle i gave her, and i have to say as clients go i can`t think of one more braver."

“ But it`s now your restyle that we need to discuss, and i`d like to say i appreciate you giving me your trust.

I`ll do my best to meet your goal by creating a style for you with my very soul."

Monique told her hoping she sounded sincere.

To convince Tammi into having not an ounce of fear.

Whilst at the same time holding her secret intent to see her shed lots of tears for all the suffering she endured through those awful years.

“ If you want to be the main attraction ?

Iam going to have to take some serious action.

And this long black hair will simply have to go for me to make you the star of the show."

“Your amazing blue eyes and model cheekbones just aren`t being done justice by these dark teeming locks.

These assets need bringing out more if you want to cause jaws to drop when you walk down the street or enter a room, to make all the good looking fellas and trend copying Cinderella`s fall to their knees in homage and swoon."

She told her combing her through in readiness for her unsuspecting exclusive new do.

“ We`ll take some of this length off into a rough cut bob for starters," she made as an easy decision.

Pulled it back into a ponytail held tightly in one hand.

With scissors opened in  the other, she made a deep crunching first incision.

Another 18 `schnicks’ more and she took great delight in watching the thrown down 16 inch pony tailed locks hit the polished hardwood salon floor.

Tammi stared into the mirror unsure what to make of the rough cut bob that hung just below her chin.

She was an infant the last time she had hair that short, and the longer she studied it, the more she wanted to cringe.

But she didn`t cringe or even whinge, she just shrugged her shoulders and gave a heavy sigh.

As to Monique`s inwardly chuckling amusement, she said.

“ Oh well i suppose there`s no going back now seeing as how you`ve chopped it off.

So i may as well get used to it not being long.

I only hope by letting you do it, i`ve not done something horribly wrong."

To which Monique replied with a glint in her eye.

“ So do i, as it`s my reputation that`s on the line.

Just relax, i`m sure once i`ve cut it proper, everything will turn out fine.

But i`ll do that later, for now let`s get you shampoo`d and then we can focus on a brand new colour you."

Where over at the back wash basins she pre-colour shampoo`d Tammi`s rough bobbed locks.

Then sat her back at her styling station for an in depth stylist to client talk.

“ The black just ain`t doing it for you enough for me." Monique told her with well disguised insincerity.

“ You need something lighter, more exciting and brighter that`ll make those blue eyes come at yer.

Brown or red would look a bit dead, so no doubt about it, it`s got to be blonde instead."

“ Full on platinum is the only way to go.

Just look what it done for Jean Harlow, Agyness Deyn, Christina Aguilera ,and of course Marilyn Monroe.

Before each of them reached for that bottle of bleach.

Their career`s were going nowhere stuck in a backrow niche.

By becoming blondes they all found stardom and fame, and their lives were never the same again.

Although Harlow and Monroe sadly died too young.

Their names are still on everyone`s tongues."

“ So a platinum blonde it is you will be.

Which along with the exclusively created new cut that you`ve asked of me.

Of what and how ?? You`ll just have to wait and see ?"

She teased her whilst grinning quietly.

“ I am keeping it a surprise until your whole new look is completed.

Call me eccentric or just self conceited.

But one thing i`ll tell you that i do know for sure.

When I`ve finished your hair and you walk out the door.

You are going to turn heads your way by the score.

 As they`ll find it impossible for you to ignore."

All to which Tammi a bit taken aback by.

Voiced apprehension of her going blonde.

“ I`ve been a raven head the whole of my life, and though it`s a colour i feel really bored with and would love to exchange for another.

I think blonde hair might suit me, but to look after would be absolute murder."

“ I mean all those black roots showing through.

What`s a dark haired girl supposed to do ?

I `d never be away from the salon.

And although i`m quite rich, i won`t be for long with petrol prices risen to almost £7.00 a gallon.

So it might be better if you could do something else that would be a lot less hassle to maintain ?

I`m sure you must have an alternative hue tucked away somewhere in that clever hairstylist brain.? "

In response Monique thinking quick on her feet, and with her heels dug in determined to win, and not to let her prey off the hook.

Spun her round in the chair and made it perfectly clear that the reason she came to her was to be given an exclusive new look.

“ From the moment you placed yourself into my hands, you knew that you would likely have to take a chance.

Well i`ve made a decision to bleach your locks to turn you into a more sexier fox.

Platinum blonde i say you will go, and the upkeep isn`t as bad as you think you know.

A cut and colour with me every six weeks is all it takes to keep those black roots at bay and your hair in great shape.

Which to a woman of your obvious wealth is easily affordable, and worth every penny for a style that`s adorable.

So enough of this talk of an alternative shade.

You`re going full on blonde! My decision is made!"

Tammi sat there noticeably impressed unable to object, and said in submission with her hands on her head.

“ Since you put it like that, i`ve nothing more to say, except.

Okay then go on do it!

Turn me into a drop dead sexy blonde, and let`s see you wave your magic wand."

Monique wearing a smug, victorious inner grin and a pair of protective gloves that she got from a tin.

Measured out two heaped spoons of powder bleach, and mixed it with 30 volume peroxide developer.

Then she applied the bleach to the hair using a tinting brush evenly all over.

Making sure she hadn`t missed a bit, she covered it up with a plastic hood held in place with a sectioning clip.

Next she placed her under a Rollerball processor for a digital timer set 45 minutes, with a welcome cappuccino and a latest copy of O.K. magazine, full of gossip and features of what`s happening on the celebrity romance and fashion scene.

Then whisked her away to the backwash bays and rinsed off the bleach most thoroughly.

After that it was back over to the styling station.

Where a secretly exultant Monique revealed a colouring sensation.

Tammi`s hair was a bright marmalade shade.

Which wasn`t at all like the stylist had said.

“ We`re a long way from platinum yet,"  she cooly explained.

“ But that`s just the first stage, as you will be blonde i promise you once i`ve bleached it again.

So don`t stress yourself over it, the orange will soon be gone.

In another hour you`ll be sat there saying your colour is tres bon."

 

This was all part of Monique`s vengeance plan to ruin her hair beyond repair, and the consequences of which she frankly didn`t care.

What else could Tammi do, but sit there and trust her.

Stay cool and positive with all the courage she could muster.

So Monique repeated the bleaching procedure.

Only this time under the Rollerball, she set the timer for exactly an hour.

Left her with another coffee and a magazine ironically titled Girl Power.

60 minutes was far too long to leave yet more bleach on her client`s hair.

Monique she knew this, but as i said earlier she simply didn`t care.

Just led her over to the backwash bay, rinsed her off, purple toned and anti-oxy conditioned her now barnet fair prey.

Then returned her innocently trusting client onto her styling chair, and gleefully uncovered her new fully blonded hair.

At which Tammi mournfully gob smacked by, ran her fingers through and uncontrollably began to cry.

Yes it was platinum, Monique hadn`t lied.

But oh dear the condition of it only one word can describe, and that is eff are eye ee dee Fried !

It felt so brittle and dry, Tammi felt like she wanted to die.

The ends were frazzled and it was breaking off at the roots before her tears pooled eyes.

Whilst her stylist who stood there inwardly smirking from ear to ear.

Playfully frisked her fingers through her distraught client`s purposely trashed hair.

“ What the hell have you done to me ?" She screamed at Monique through an open veil of tears.

“ You`ve ruined my hair you stupid dumb ass !

It used to resemble a sheet of dark glass.

But now thanks to you that`s a thing of the past."

“ I trusted you to make me a blonde, and instead all you`ve did is make me sad, by bleaching my hair to look and feel like a used scouring pad.

There`s even some strands breaking off at the roots, and you`re just stood there like you couldn`t give two hoots."

“ So what are you going to do about it Mrs i know best ? That`s what i want to know? 

You`ve cut my long hair off and wrecked the rest, so what insane idea would you next care to suggest ?"

“ A tight curly perm perhaps ore some multi coloured streaks??

What do you think could make me even more of a horror hair freak ?

And this exclusive cut you say you`re going to give me is not gonna put things right.

I may as well just give up without a fight, and let you shave the whole lot off totally bald.

I should`ve never agreed to let you make me a blonde, but stupid, trusting me allowed myself to be well and truly sold."

Suddenly Monique decided to come clean to her  about everything.

“ It was always my intention to destroy your lovely glossy long black hair, right from the moment you got into the chair.

As my name wasn`t always Monique.

It once was Shelley, and i went to the same high school as you did on Laing Street.

Where you made my life a living hell."

“ You and your bully gang called me fatty and  told everyone i smelled, and you threatened to kill me if I dared to tell.

You tortured me day after day for five long years, and it was only when i left that i could get over all the fear."

“ I vowed one day i`d get even with you, and then today in you came without a clue who i was.

So I took my revenge seeing as i felt i had just cause.

 I`ve deliberately spoiled your long raven locks, and so enjoyed watching you weep when you saw they looked like platinum blonde candy floss.

You already realise that you`ll have to have them all cut off.

Which iam really glad of and going to enjoy, as for once it`s gonna be my turn to scoff."

“ And I don`t care how much you scream and shout about it.

Or even if you get me sacked.

Cos it`s worth losing my job just to be able to pay you back.

Tamara Kray it`s so true what they say that sooner or later every dog has it`s day, and i`ve waited  ten years for it to be mine today! "

“ You`re Smelly Shelley ! But you used to look so obscene.

Not like the cover girl on a fashion magazine."

Tammi exclaimed in disbelief, trying to get her head around that ugly Shelley was now stunning beauty Monique.

Then dropped a bombshell that knocked the stylist backwards off her feet.

“ I so want to apologise for all the hurt i caused you in our school past.

Because soon after i left i realised that bullying is a cowards game, and found out how it felt to be treated like a lonely outcast.

Ever since i`ve tried to make recompense for all those wicked things i done to you and everyone.

By giving my time and money to charity each month.

I even thought of becoming a Carmelite nun."

“ So all i can ask is your forgiveness, and as a punishment for my terrible sins.

I`d like you take up the clippers and shave all my hair off bald as a shiny new pin.

The bleaching thing, well the damage is done.

You`ve made me a blonde and had your fun.

But let`s just forget it, let bygones be bygones and start over by burying the hatchet.

I won`t make a complaint or get you sacked, and i don`t blame you at all for wanting a payback.

I deserve it for the cruel way i treated you back then, and i`d like to hope that one day we may even become friends."

“ If you like you can call it a client request.

I want you to make me totally bald.

So go to it girl and have yourself a clippering fest."

Monique she was staggered by this revelation.

She`d never considered that Tammi might have actually changed her ways from the bully she knew during their schooldays.

And the wish to have all her hair shaved off by her, to make amends for her past misdeeds.

Proved how much for the better she`d changed indeed.

It made Monique suddenly regret what she had done, and she accepted her apology with the grace it was gave,

As Tammi`s hair she felt she`d now try to save rather than condemn to a full clippers shave.

She told her.

“10 minutes ago i would`ve happily shaved all your hair off.

Enjoyed every second and not wanted to stop.

But now i don`t feel such strong hatred towards you anymore.

To take the clippers to you would be an unrelished chore.

So i`m going to take my scissors to your bleached head instead, and though still cut it short, i`ll endeavour to create for you a real top notch crop.

A Monique original full of style and flair, that when other girls see you they`ll kill for your hair."

“ That`ll suit me just fine," a grateful Tammi replied

“ Cut it as short as you choose.

Because i know now with you that i just can`t lose."

Monique picked up her water spray and wet down the hair.

Lifted her comb and scissors and started creating with flair.

The bleach damaged parts she skilfully removed with her razor sharp shears, and thankfully the broken off bits weren`t as bad as first feared.

Then after lots of scissors over comb work at the lower back and sides.

Taken it close into the nape and over the ears.

She cleverly layered the top into softly curved tiers, with an asymmetric fringe directed forward from the crown, creating a finished cut worthy of Vidal Sassoon.

Next she sprayed in a leave in conditioner.

Combed it through from root to tip.

Applied a heat protection styling lotion, then finger blow dried it using a circular motion to create textured movement and height through the top.

Straightening the asymmetric fringe for contrast, she finished the style with shine holding spray, applied in even all over blasts.

A few last finger tweaks and her creative new cut was complete.

Tammi gazed at this work of art in the mirror with a look of delight upon her face.

She sported a creatively cropped, platinum blonde, Monique original, salon masterpiece.

Shiny, sleek, daringly unique and ever so easy to self manage and keep.

The leave in product had really worked miracles to improve the condition of her hair, and even though cut short, she now had a style that many girls would be proud to wear.

The only thing that let her new hair look down were her totally unmatching black eyebrows.

So Monique cream bleach lightened them to a warm chestnut brown, and the effect it was truly startling.

Suddenly Tammi`s sparkling blue eyes looked twice as big as they normally did, and her modellesque cheekbones could`ve been sculpted on super model Jodie Kidd`s.

Such was the impact of her new cut and colour, that for the first time ever the pair actually smiled at each other.

Then by way of a guilt felt apology, Monique introduced her to salon make up artist Polly.

Who new made up her face using lighter shades to compliment her major new hair change.

Where by the time she had ended both stylist and client had old broken fences mended, and as Tammi had hoped, the two had almost became good friends.

To culminate the story.

Tammi paid her expensive bill at the desk, tipping her stylist most generous.

Proclaimed Monique as “ Simply the best !"

Said “ I can`t wait to show off my new look to Jess."

Left the salon extremely contented, with her next appointment already arranged and eagerly awaited. 

When Jess beheld her original cool new cut and colour.

She said “ Wow! You`ve gone very short and blonde.

I love it ! I think you look amazing with your long black hair gone, and didn`t i tell you Monique has a magic wand."

For over a year now Tammi`s been going to Monique.

Who`s created such wonderful styles for her even more unique.

The pair have become really good friends, who first discuss, then decide which new image suits her best.

The End.

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