Mera glanced around the salon and found herself completely out of place.
This salon was a far cry from the majestic underwater kingdom of Atlantis and Dee Dee certainly didn’t resemble any of her various handmaidens who were responsible for making her presentable for her and Aquaman’s vast assortment of subjects.
However the New U Salon wasn’t without its charm for the Atlantean Queen.
For one, it had a pleasant aroma and the soft, driving music playing over the salon’s speaker system seemed to appeal to her and oddly help her relax.
“I’m sorry, Miss? Dee Dee?” Mera murmured, a confused look crossing her face as she couldn’t help but look Dee Dee up and down, “I don’t know about this place.
Something about it doesn’t feel quite…right.”
“Nonsense, my Queen,” Dee Dee stated, waving her hand dismissively as she strode past the redhead to a pitcher of lemonade resting on a nearby counter top. She knew the Queen of Atlantis’ alert eyes would be locked on her every move, so she had to
hold back a knowing, wicked grin. Dee Dee also couldn’t add a little extra of the drug that had already permeated the drink. With these super-powered women, the sexy stylist knew she could never be too careful, but for now that meant she had to hope the mixture
Suzie had added would be potent enough.
Dee Dee poured the liquid into a tall wine glass and turned sharply on her towering heels.
She gave the redhead a warm smile and handed her the glass.
She made sure Mera took a drink of the drugged liquid before she began her little speech, “Something to take the edge off, your Highness.
Now, let me tell you a little bit about what we do here. At the New U Salon we don’t specialize in what you know.
It’s what you don’t know and have never even thought to try in the deepest parts of your imagination that we wish to make a reality.
A queen like you, Your Majesty, has a position of power but you have a responsibility to never use it for your own delights.
But here at the New U Salon, we say why not?”
“Why not?” Mera whispered, taking another long drink from her glass. She then licked her pouty lips to savor the citrusy taste that still lingered. Dee Dee’s lips curled in a delightful grin when she saw Mera’s eyes begin to glaze over. Suzie had done
her job well and now, Dee Dee knew she had her prey hook, line and sinker.
“Now if you would come with me so I may shampoo your hair, please,” Dee Dee said cheerfully.
She grabbed Mera’s arm and guided the dazed woman back to a sink station that was surrounded by various shampoos and other beauty products.
Mera never saw the wicked grin that fell upon Dee Dee’s heavily made-up face as she let the stylist smock over the queen’s own curvaceous body so no hair or water would splash on her traditional Atlantlean green costume.
“I suppose a little pampering won’t hurt,” Mera murmured with a shrug.
She was normally so sure of everything she did but it seemed like ever since she stepped into the New U Salon that certainness had wavered.
She didn’t have much time to think about it as Dee Dee adjusted the seat so it was now pushed back and Mera’s hair was laid back into the sink.
Dee Dee ran the warm water over Mera’s red hair before pouring the special New U brand shampoo into her hands.
She then proceeded to massage it into Mera’s scalp. Almost immediately Mera felt a strange tingling sensation and she began to relax.
“How does that feel, Your Majesty?” Dee Dee asked, seeing the Atlantean queen’s face change ever so slightly.
“Mmmmm…soooo good,” Mera moaned, having become noticeably more tranquil.
A dreamy smile spread over her face as Dee Dee continued to lather her scalp with the specialized shampoo.
To Mera, it was as if all the stresses of assisting her husband in ruling her people seemed to fade away and all that mattered was being pampered.
“I’m sure this type of treatment is nothing new to you, Your Majesty.
Your husband must have dozens of attendants at your beck and call.
Doting on you. Spoiling you. Just as every queen should be pampered and spoiled,” Dee Dee said, a knowing look gracing her face.
“Wh…what? We…don’t…nooooo,” Mera stammered, her brow wrinkling as a look of conflict spread over her former serene face, “My King and I…we work hard for…our people.
For the greater good…of..Atlantis…”
Dee Dee giggled as each word Mera spoke lost a little of its conviction. She knew that as long as she continued to wash the Queen’s hair with the patented New U formula shampoo she was also washing away the building blocks of what made Mera the formidable
heroine and companion of Aquaman. From all her trial and error in perfecting the formula over the years since opening New U, Dee Dee was more than certain that in a matter of minutes Mera’s mind would be like putty in her hands for her to mold and reshape
to however she saw fit.
“Now Queen Mera, you don’t have to act like that around me,” Dee Dee purred in a sugary-sweet voice.
Had Mera been in her normal frame of mind she would have seen right through this phony act, but thanks to the shampoo all that happened was she smiled at how friendly the stylist was being.
Dee Dee continued, “I’m your friend and you can trust me. I won’t go blabbing Atlantean secrets like some naughty gossip.
So tell me what’s it really like having the sexy women of Atlantis pampering you?”
“But Dee Dee,” Mera whined desperately, “I really don’t get pampered in Atlantis!
Arthur and I…we work to…help our subjects!”
“And you get nothing in return? My Queen, please tell me how that can be right?
If you and your hubby work so hard for Atlantis can’t they afford you a few luxuries?” Dee Dee asked innocently, “I’m asking as your friend.”
“My friend?” Mera asked. It had become increasingly obvious to the sexy stylist that the Queen’s mind was trying desperately to keep up despite her rapidly softening mind.
Dee Dee knew she had her and it was time to move onto the second phase of bending Mera to her will.
“Of course I am,” Dee Dee replied without a moment’s hesitation, “If a Queen can’t trust her stylist to be her friend then who can she trust?
In fact, I’m one of the only people that will always be completely honest with you, Mera.
Don’t you agree?” Dee Dee reassured the confused woman, rinsing the shampoo out of Mera’s thick red hair.
Once the shampoo was gone, Dee Dee picked up a bottle of conditioner and squeezed a healthy dose of it onto her palms.
Before Mera had a chance to process what was happening, the beautician began to massage the conditioner into the Queen’s scalp.
Dee Dee was thrilled to hear the low gasp of pleasure that came from Mera’s pursed lips.
“Yesssss! Hmmm, friends,” Mera sighed. It was really all she could muster as she felt her scalp begin to tingle once again.
Only this time that tingling sensation spread across her body like wildfire.
Mera’s breathing was becoming slow and labored, and a lascivious smile began to play up her suddenly dry lips.
“Mera,” Dee Dee called and the Atlantean Queen jerked slightly.
Her friend was calling to her and for whatever reason Mera now couldn’t wait to hear what Dee Dee had to say.
“Hmmm…yes, Dee Dee?” Mera purred, her voice lower and throatier.
“How do you feel?” Dee Dee asked, still working the mind-altering conditioner into Mera’s scalp.
“I…” Mera stammered as the lustful feelings continued to spread.
She subconsciously rubbed her thighs together in the hopes of relieving the need between her legs.
“Come on, Your Majesty. Like I said, you can tell your friend, Dee Dee, anything," Dee Dee said, the intensity of her voice picking up slightly, "Now tell me how you feel!"
"Mmmmmm....Hot, Dee Dee! I feel..." Mera moaned, the confusion for her unexplained arousal only matched by the arousal itself, "So hot!"
The heat growing in her pussy was burning Mera alive and she didn't know how to stop it without acting like a common whore. There was only one solution that came to her mind as her eyes opened and through bleary vision she looked up to Dee Dee desperately
for help. The stylist smiled innocently back in return. The Queen bit her bottom lip and slowly and with uncertainty Mera's fingers moved beneath the salon cape. She gave one guilty look back up at Dee Dee before her hands crept under the scaled armor of
her outfit and into her soaked panties. She was thankful that the salon cape hid her sinful movements.
Mera sighed softly to herself, trying to maintain some semblance of her royal composure as she frantically pumped into her damp pussy with her inexperienced fingers. She was having a hard time staying silent as her body responded. Mera's face grew
flush as she struggled to not just lose all inhibitions and moan in pleasure like a common whore. Suddenly, she felt the back of her stylist's hand touch her forehead, causing Mera's glassy eyes to blink deliriously up at Dee Dee.
"My, my," Dee Dee murmured in mock concern, "You do feel warm. I know just the thing."
Dee Dee bent down, her oversized breasts hanging low and swaying slightly in the tight confines of her leopard-print dress. Without thought, the Atlantean Queen stared up at the inviting, bountiful cleavage and her mouth watered despite herself.
Dee Dee then did the unthinkable, reaching down and pulling the beatician's cape that covered Mera's body much to the aroused redhead's horror. Hearing Dee Dee gasp in feigned shock, the once dignified royal felt her skin burn in shame but did nothing to
remove the fingers stuck inside her juicy cunt.