Brie twirled Ororo’s seat around and she smiled down at the dazed woman.
Ororo, for her part, looked up at the statuesque redheaded beauty before her. With her glazed blue eyes, she concentrated on her stylist’s hair specifically. Brie’s hair was so long and looked simply breathtaking to the entranced heroine. The slicked back mane of deep red hair looked so healthy and shiny, and Ororo couldn’t wait for her own white hair to look just as long and as shiny. Now that she would get daily salon treatments from Brie at Salon La Bliss, she just knew that it wouldn’t take long until she looked like the BLISS beauty before her and her body tingled hotly at the enticing prospect.
Ororo was helped up by Brie and for a moment, she stood on wobbly legs. Brie gave her a knowing look as she helped the African woman steady herself. That much mental conditioning in such a short time had had a definite effect on the athletic-looking woman, and Brie felt like testing the poor dear.
“Oh, Ororo, I can’t wait for your daily visits! I will always save a seat for you in the morning. You are going to be my extra special client. I promise!” Brie gushed, before leaning in and giving Ororo a kiss on the lips. Ororo instantly jumped in surprise at the sudden display of affection, and Brie smiled hotly into the kiss. The redhead giggled lightly when she finally pulled back. The look on Ororo’s face was priceless to Brie. It was a like an excited confusion. Ororo looked like she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come so Brie broke the silence, “Sealed with a kiss, honey!”
She gave Ororo a playful wink, before grabbing the confused woman’s hand and purred, “Now follow me.”
Turning sharply on her heels, Brie sauntered out of the backroom with the dazed African woman in tow. Ororo looked confused for a moment, still reeling from Brie wrapping her plump, shiny lips over her own, but then something Brie had told her echoed in her mind.
“...you enjoy following directions. We all enjoy following directions. Being submissive feels sooooo good…”
The thought echoed inside Ororo’s fog-filled mind and she looked down in bewilderment at what she was feeling. Suddenly, everything in the mutant woman’s frazzled mind clicked into place and for the second time that morning, she shuddered openly in pleasure. The first had been in front of Olivia when she thought back to how she had woken up that morning, while this time it was at the prospect of being submissive. Of simply letting go of all worries and allowing someone else to guide her. It made her feel soooo good, and she looked up and flashed a wide, beaming smile. Tilting her head up, Ororo allowed herself to be lead along like a loyal pet by the sexy stylist. The thought made her pussy grow wet with arousal. She was so excited for all that was to come!
Before Ororo knew it, she and Brie were out in the main area of the salon. The majority of the BLISS female staff were gone, seemingly having had their hair and makeup done to perfection so they could go about serving the guests aboard the ship.
‘Soooooo good to serve!’ The thought licked Ororo’s fevered mind.
“Ororo! Ororo!” a voice was calling her name and the African woman slowly turned her head at its source. Her glazed over eyes could see Olivia sitting in the salon chair she had left her in before Brie had taken her into the back room. Olivia was staring at her through the reflection in the mirror. The med student had a wide, beaming smile on her face and her eyes looked glassy and vapid. To Ororo, though, she looked strange. Her hair was covered in silver tinfoil. It didn’t look pretty at all. Wasn’t Salon La Bliss supposed to make you pretty? For a brief moment, the mutant woman’s brow furrowed in confusion.
Ororo looked over to Brie for help. She looked like she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Storm’s eyes grew wide in a tinge of panic, when Brie finally nodded her head, as if to give her permission to talk to her friend and Ororo walked over. Relief washed over the confused chocolate-skinned woman.
“Olivia!” Ororo sighed. Speech was still hard for the completely relaxed woman. She then pointed a finger at the silver tinfoil, “Um, what’s happening?”
“I’m giving dearest Olivia here blonde highlights. I think she’ll look simply stunning with blonde highlights,” Olivia’s stylist spoke. Her confident tone made it impossible for Storm to question her, and even if she tried to, who was she to doubt the word of a Salon La Bliss stylist?
Olivia’s smile only grew wider, if that was even possible. She, like Ororo, felt unbelievably relaxed and it felt good for someone to speak for her. The gorgeous Latina looked down at the vacationing med-student and murmured, “Tell your friend what I suggested you do after this, Olivia.”
Olivia’s eyes grew wide for a second, and it was clear she was trying to think. Ororo waited patiently for the seemingly bewildered Olivia to speak. Finally, the caramel-skinned girl’s face lit up and she gasped out her answer, “Oh, yes! Lina here had the absolute best idea ever! She told me that there was a clinic aboard the ship with a doctor and everything! She told me that I should go there and tell him that I’m a medical student. Maybe he would show me around or let me job-shadow him. Wouldn't that be the best, Ororo?”
Ororo smiled brightly at this news and she sighed out once more, “The best! The best idea ever!”
Had Ororo been in a clearer frame of mind, Olivia’s tone would have sounded odd to her. The night before she had a slight edge to her demeanor and tone that bordered on sarcastic. The story the med student had shared about her ex-boyfriend told Ororo that Olivia had a world-weariness about her. It was the polar opposite to the bubbly girl that sat in the salon chair before her with the wide, million dollar smile. A small part of the female X-Man felt that it really was strange that Olivia was acting this way, but that thought was swiftly snuffed out by the sound of overjoyed giggles coming from Olivia.
“But look at you!” Olivia tittered, “Your hair! It’s grown back on the sides and in such little time! Oh, Ororo, it’s just as you said! BLISS magic!”
Ororo blinked her eyes and the fog in her mind cleared enough for her to have a coherent answer for her new friend. She giggled back and softly patted the sides of her scalp, “All thanks to Brie!” she gushed. Still, Ororo felt like she was forgetting something in what she had just said.
The African woman felt a hand being placed on her shoulder and she felt Brie lean in close to her ear. Brie then whispered, but it was loud enough for both Olivia and Lena to hear, “And all thanks to BLISS, honey.”
The breath caught in Ororo’s throat and she wondered how stupid she could be. She flashed a wide smile and added, “And all thanks to BLISS!”
Olivia clapped her hands giddily and husked out, “BLISS is life!”
“I think it’s time Brie tended to Ororo. There is so much to do to your hair as well so you can look presentable for the good doctor down in the clinic. Isn’t that right, Olivia?” Lina spoke and Olivia’s glazed-over brown eyes tilted up to her sexy stylist. She slowly nodded her head.
“Bye bye, Ororo,” Olivia sighed, “BLISS will make you pretty.”
“BLISS will make me pretty,” Ororo echoed and was led away by Brie to her own salon chair. She knew there was still much to do.