The Tonsorial Artist, My Saviour

“Damn it, hell no!” The buzzing noise of his clipper couldn't alter his amusement. The stare was uncalculated. The clipper dangled in-between his hands. The mirror was a great assistant to reveal every step she took. Mr Ortiz shouldn't be aware, giving his priceless jewel to a common barber sounds like a taboo. With his earpods fixated to his ears, lost in some deep financial conversation, heavy golden necklace blistering around his fatty neck, his skin mapped with tattoos. “Remember, buddy. You've gotta stay focus when trimming Mr Ortiz hair or anyone related to him” “I don't want any bad review” these words rung heavily through Johnson's skull. From the slums, he was orientated with the art of owning control, but this time her curvy waist, her lips which looked juicy from afar, each elegant step she took towards their direction, was enough in yielding to be bewildered. Johnson knew the cost of being caught in the act, his eyes were now fully locked on the hair of his assigned billionaire client. He remembered the wave of anxiety that hit his soul when he got the message from Mr Emerson. Or how he had risen up early from his bed, skipping the normal transportation routine to the wealthiest estate in the city of California to save some bucks. Deeply rooted in agility and a physique which could make any girl drool a bit, he never made it get to his head. “Push ups and pullups make you stronger. That's why I made a pull-up bar in the toilet, so whenever you visit the gent, it acts like a perfect cheat code for muscle gain Johnny” he smiled, one eye on the heavy strand on Mr Ortiz's head, the other stylish fused to the mirror. He couldn't still get over the aura of beauty she possessed while his mind recalled the manly words of his boss. Mr Ortiz knew his second jewel had trooped into the room, the scent she carried was enough to signify her arrival. But he was still deeply engulfed by his lengthy financial conversation over the phone, giving full custody of his head to the enchanted barber. The mirror reflecting every step she took, and how she moved her body was a perfect cheat code for him to envision her. The scent drew closer, it was so intoxicating, making Johnson forget the harsh smell of air he had encountered while he trekked through the slummy street of Cole Avenue. A shortcut, from the town of Montiel. “Hello Papa” she beamed. “Oh my Cinderella!” With his finger raised high in the sky. Johnson had to comport, the big ring that embodied his client's finger overpowered the reflection of the mirror. “Come here papi” slowly bending her waist and body. “Oh my sugar, you hug more deeper than my cupcake” he groaned. Johnson had halted his activity, with a few meters away from them, stylishly shoving his face away from the wink she gave him. What manner of temptation. He felt his trousers rise. “No not now buddy, not now. Don't humiliate me in front of these folks” he mumbled to himself. With a slight tilt away from the mirror. His bag faced them now. With composure, he hammered his trouser, he urged his erected machine to go back to its normal state. “Heyo dude” “What sort of hairstyle are you giving my papa?” Was that how angelic her voice sounds? He wondered. It was a tug of war between him and his manhood. She shouldn't say a word again. It was now a weapon of arousal. Her voice. “Boy! My princess is asking you a delicate question here” with a thundering and commanding tone. “Play it smart. Don't be a dummy. You are a hustler.” These phrases rang simultaneously in his head. He remained mute for a sec. In split seconds, he ejected a hair duster from his laying kit bag. Placing it as a shelter on the front view of his pants, acting as perfect canopy against his erected manhood. “Oh yes Ma, it's a low taper fade” he voiced with a fake smile. Hands placed against his pants, his eyes fixated on their direction as he took a slow step towards them. His tactics seemed to play out well, he yearned for her to leave the room. But it was negative, she placed her gaze on him, with an adulterous look. “Oh taper fade” biting her lower lips. This time her voice drew longer, she raised her brows and leaned her back against the mirror. Mr Ortiz Alvarez was lost in his device, he allowed his precious Cinderella to take charge of the conversation. He snapped his fingers towards his Barber. “Proceed” he ordered. Johnson carried his feet in closeness to the low-golden chair that sparkled in the room. She was by his side now, still giving him that arousing stare , with her fingers fidgeting through the brown-curly hair that crowned her head. “Guess it would fit the crown of his head perfectly” her tone this time, more creamy and soft. It was a battle of erection and composure. With his hand and clipper going against every grain of the distracted billionaire, Johnson stylishly spread his legs. Keep his balance, shield the hardened segment and attain a good review from his client. That was his goal. But now the sultry moves and signal portrayed by the Billionaire’s Cinderella was a stumbling block. “Vivian darling” “Yes papi” her voice, echoing like chirps of early morning birds. “Come check this” her father's finger again, raised up high against Johnson's face. The clippers' vibration halted immediately, dashing into the warm pocket of Johnson's shirt. The heavy-strawberry fragrance of Vivian thumped his face, as she catwalked slowly in front of him, slashing him with a wink. “What!” stunned with a low voice. The heck! Beyond his imagination, this was a clear sign of interest and seduction. Did her hands just touch my manhood? Johnson tried to replay the scene back. He wondered if there was a surveillance camera hanging somewhere. He kept his cool. She had already felt the texture and component of his thrusting machine. What sort of attractive and sultry moves she manifests. He wondered. Now directly at the back of his prominent client and the distraction by his side ,tagged a daughter and heiress to his wealth. “Oh Papi, mum is going to love these pieces” she exclaimed, with her eyes fixated on the golden tab. “You know Diaz hinted that when he gets to Monaco, he would send me pictures of some clothes,” Ortiz chuckled, carefully tilting the screen of his tablet. Hands folded, with his back rested against the frame of the mirror, watching in admiration. The luxurious chat and her bent waist, which highlighted her curvy components and shining back frame of her hair. The grins were visible, his composure remained intact. Hands sheltering his hardened manhood, blood had overflowed to his leg region massively, yet he still fixed his eyeballs on her backview. “Oh c'mon old man, have gotta get to my base early and study” he murmured to himself, snapping his gaze away from her back view onto the blades of his clippers. The dusting of the clippers didn't interfere with their chat. “Stay professional, they are high paying clients. They would waste your time, still stay professional” the words of Mr Emerson banged heavily through the corridors of his brain. “I mean, these particular pink top would bang well for her Papi” she further elaborated “I don't think she loves Pink. Red is her favorite color” This moment would be the first time Johnson hears Mr Alvarez chuckle. In amazement, he folded his arms. His manhood had taken its normal shape. He felt comfortable, listening to the theatrical conversation between a billionaire and his seductive offspring. “You and Diaz knows her preferred” “Papa, it's a shame that you don't know your wife’s preference” with her hand teasingly smacking his forehead. Even when she tilted her face backwards, toward his position. He was gone. Lost deep in thoughts. Still in that same position. Back leaned against the mirror’s frame, arms entwined and his manhood in its normal position. Her dazzling eyes couldn't cause any arousal at this moment. The thoughts of having a father and mother moment had swayed him away. For a second her gaze was still on him. “Mr taper fade!” She snapped her fingers heavily in front of his face. “Oh, oh,oh, sorry. Can you come again?” He stuttered. “I meant, would this be a perfect style for my oldie. Taper fade or whatsoever you tag it?” This time her voice sounded more draggy and angelic. “Erm, yeah. Definitely, it would fit him….” “You know, he's got a crucial business trip tomorrow. You've gotta give him a blazing look” Vivian cut in. He was stunned. The way she basked in her authority. The slow movement she made, up away from her father's side. He could taste and feel her fragrance now. Intoxicating and alluring. Her body was an inch to his. He didn't move. “..... just like the blazing look you've got” this time , her voice whispered. His ears, directly into his eardrums , she had whispered those flirty words. Johnson kept his cool as he watched her hands rub the top of his laps. The way she swinged her hair and turned around towards her father's angle, yet he remained mute. “Oh alright mancho. I would reach out to the docks supervisor. See you soonest in Istanbul" with his fatty hands, removing the device from his ears. “ Oh pops, it's Turkey this time” she exclaimed, with her lips gently planted on the side of her father's heavy left cheek. “Yeah baby, I have always loved Istanbul," he roared, gently placing the small golden device on the small diamond table in front of him. “Alright daddy, let me go continue with my research work” “Oh yes true princess, we've still got a pending conversation in reference to that” letting out a small grin as he reached for a peck. Johnson's gaze was still glued on them, partially. He fought against the act of being hard between his pants. The winks, the intentional touch and the whisper. Her curvy components, her lips that looked succulent. He thought. The way she slowly bends and gaze at him is noticed. Mentally he was finished, physically he oozed in control. “Alright Papa, see you soon at dinner then” The way she catwalked and turned slowly towards the exit way, made him grin. No girl had made him feel this way before. “Alright boy, come trim me up and make me look crispy” in a calm and commanding tone. “Yes sir” swiftly,he walked towards Mr Ortiz's position, with one eye gazing at the disappearing shadow of Vivian. His thumb pressed hard against the ignition button. He dived his fade comb against the billionaire’s unfinished hair. He carefully massaged his scalp, moving the blades against the uncompleted grain of hair. Mr Alvarez tugged his pods into his ears , enjoying the rhythm the clipper gave on his shiny hair. The sultry thought of Vivian still punched through the walls of his heart. He grinned sheepishly while hitting the hairline of her dad. Like he had hit a jackpot, he continuously smiled. Professionally he was present, while soulfully lost in the juicy lips of Vivian. The quota of Mr Emerson fought against any ounce of erection. “Here you go sir!” He voiced in a composed manner. Heads bowed down slowly, stretching out his hand mirror towards Mr Ortiz's view. “Oh nevermind. I would use my mirror” he insisted. Johnson carefully dust off hair particles from his clients neck region, paving way for him to walk down to the mirror. “Ouuuuuu!!” With a forced smile, and a careful massage of his hand on his head. “Now Mancho would admire me so much, Turkey here I come” with a thundering joyous voice. “Boy, what's your name again?” Turning his face towards him. “Johnson Sir” “Johnson, this is one of the best trim have ever had” “I rarely do haircuts, but whenever I need I would hit your boss up to send you in” in a boastful manner. This was his aim. The quota of Mr Emerson prevailed. He has achieved his goal. He's friendly with me , that would definitely give me a pass to get his princess. Johnson agitated. “Am glad you loved your trim Sir” “It's an honor to render my services to you” Johnson sensed him coming closer to him, while he tried packing his tools and belongings. He felt the heavy arms of the billionaire wrapped around his shoulder. With perplexity, he raised his head up. Away from his tools bag. “Ohh” “Thanks very much sir” bowing his head in appreciation. “This is just your personal tip. As I have settled your boss” “This is for a job well done" “Keep up with the stellar craft” “Ohh…thank….” “Hey boy, you deserve it” with a reassuring tone. “Now take your right turn, it would take you to a lift” “Press 2” “Show her exactly what have showed you on this screen” “Ohh, sir. Ahh!!” stunned “Just go ahead”