Amelia's Salon Day 1 (TG Story)

    I still couldn't believe that was the punishment I got stuck with. I mean, I get that I broke the law and that I should make some sort of recompense to this weird fucking store, but really? I had to work at that shit shack just because I decided to spice up it's walls with some spray paint art? I guess it is better than going to jail or something, but I know it was just my dad who made this happen. Being a police officer's son might have its benefits, but it also means that when he finds out about what you did and gets super pissed he gets to give you the punishment he knows you want the least. I had never actually been in the salon until I came here for my first day of "work" and its just as creepy on the inside as it is the outside. The chairs seem pretty new, but aside from that everything in the place looks centuries old. The shelves were stocked with weird bottle that were made out of wood and stone like some Indiana Jones movie, but the creepiest thing of all isn't a thing, but a person. The store owner really gave me the creeps sometimes. Amelia Braun isn't nasty looking or anything, in fact she's one of the prettiest older women I've ever seen, but there's something about the way she talks and looks at you that makes me feel less like a new acquaintance and more like food someone has just put in front of her.
    My first day working there began pretty uneventfully. She was walking around the shelves of the store looking over the bottles as if she needed to check what she had, but then she noticed my stare and gave a sweet smile and saying "just making sure they're all fresh." What kind of hair care products can lose freshness? It doesn't really concern me I guess I just worry about keeping the place clean. Sweeping around gives you plenty of time to fantasize though and I can't deny that Amelia has been filling most of them as of late. Her body is like a perfect hourglass and if you were looking from behind her hair is so full and thick you'd swear she was my age.
    The door rang and my little fantasy is quickly popped. It was the first customer I had seen and she was absolutely beautiful. Less like the voluptuous Amelia and more like some tall amazonian woman. She walked in and had a friendly greeting with Amelia before going over to a chair to be worked on in. Amelia went over the shelves of bottles and picked a couple out. After walking right back over to the customer she looked like she was really thinking on something and then it seemed like a light went on in her head. Right then turned her head to me and asked "Bruno dear? Would you come over here and give me some help please?" like she was my mother asking for something. I walked on over and asked her what she needs. She took a hold of one of my hands and asked me to open my palm. I did so and she then let one of the bottles droop some goo onto my hand. I was properly confused as to what she wanted me to do with this though. "Mrs. Lange here has a date with her husband tonight and she wants to look her absolute best for him. I've just put some cream in your hands and I'd like you to spread it across her face. Be sure to be gentle, but also make sure it gets all over." What in the hell is this woman talking about? She wants me, some kid with zero experience to touch all over this woman's face? Right then though she moved behind me and laid her hands across mine. Like one of those times when people are trying to teach form she was now helping my hands toward this woman's face. Feeling Amelia's breasts resting on my back and her hands holding mine was amazing though. It was like she was enveloping me in herself. I wonder if she knew how much she was turning me on. I was paying so little attention to what I was doing there's no way she couldn't. My entire body and mind was so focused on the sensation of Amelia that I could only assume my hands were floundering about on Mrs. Lange's face.
    "Good job" she whispered in my ear as she pulled away and looked down on to Mrs. Lange. I look down at my hands and swear they feel different after that. So much softer in only one application. I wondered what was in the lotion to have such an instant effect. Amelia was paying no attention to me as she then turned Mrs. Lange around and began rinsing her hair in the sink. Feeling my hands I could almost have sworn they looked smaller too. While investigating them though Amelia wasted no time in enlisting my help again. She pulled my hand again and put another dollop of goo from a different bottle this time in my hands and asked again "Mrs. Lange's hair is beautiful isn't it? Would you please help it stay that way by applying my special conditioner to it?" As I nod and step forward she came around my back to help guide my hands again. I'm wasn't taken by surprise as much this time, but it's not like I wasn't just as turned on. We spread the stuff through the woman's hair. It felt really good actually to hold her thick hair in my hands and attend to it. I doubt I had ever actually touched hair so perfect. It got me thinking what it would be like to play with Amelia's hair. Her's is crazy beautiful and so thick it looks like it can stop a bullet. Right as I was thinking that I felt Amelia's hands leave mine and as she stepped away she gave my hair a little rub as if to say "Good job little boy." Once she was standing over Mrs. Lange again she began "Well we're done for this session. I hope that these little enhancements will give you the edge you want tonight." Mrs. Lange stood up. That was the first time I was close to her when she was standing and I was totally right when I said amazonian. She wasn't only taller than Amelia, but me as well. I gave a sheepish smile and returned to my job as the two of them talked for bit as she checked Mrs. Lange out. "Be sure to tell your friends and come back again Mrs. Lange, though I know you will." Amelia said to her as she left. I couldn't help but think the whole experience was odd though. Who comes into a store just to have some lotion rubbed on them and some conditioner put in their hair?
    The rest of the day was about as dead as could be. It made me question how a store like this could stay open with how little business it seemed to be getting, but when I asked Amelia she said it was because no one typically had to look pretty on a Monday apparently. I guess that makes sense. She sat around manicuring her nails for the most part, but I swear every once in a while she would give me a little sly look now and again. Like she was planning something that I wasn't going to be told about. Regardless of her odd behavior closing time came and I was finally relieved of duty. "Thank you for your help today" she said as I was leaving, "I really hope that I can continue to count on your assistance around the store and with the customers as much as I did today." It's like she wants me to be the one to do everything around the place in a little while, but I guess that makes sense. Why not turn the asshole who spray painted your store into your very own "do everything" slave? Once I got home I felt pretty tired; more than I usually do and it's not like I had done anything really strenuous that day. Before I headed to bed I took a moment to look at my hair in the mirror thinking about how nice it would be to feel Amelia's. It wasn't for sure, but it really seemed like my hair was a bit darker than usual. Kind of like some brunette had mixed in with my blonde hair.