An Unusual Kink“Hi, how can I help you?” The girl behind the counter at the beauty clinic wore heavy makeup. She’d tied her ponytail so tight it gave her eyes an odd slant.
“I have an appointment with Kas.” Kit tried not to appear as sulky as she felt. Her mother had called again to say she’d made the appointment and expected Kit to drive straight to the beauty clinic after work. Kit looked down at her dirty clothes and cringed. The knees of her jeans bore grey smudges from clambering under the counter, and stress had made her tee shirt stick to her armpits. Kit had argued for going home for a shower first, but Marian threatened to drive to the shop and take her to the appointment. Kit felt more partial to enduring a full-frontal lobotomy by a scalpel wielding Mr Rashid than subjecting he
