Blow Dry Bar Palm Springs Novels & Stories

Then, he gestured, “Come here.” Mable lapped around the bed to him and sat by the edge for Blair to blow-dry her hair for him. Blair’s delicate and bony fingers coursed through her hair like parting through a fine coat of leaves. The hot air from the air dryer gushing through Mable’s hair was very comfortable. Blair gave her a head massage while blow-drying her hair, making it a very comfortable and enjoyable experience for Mable. When she turned around and stole a peek at Blair’s focused expression, she felt warm and fuzzy inside.

he replied, grabbing at his ponytail of long golden strands, “needs it at optimal performance. Ask Amorous. He has one.” Libidi came in and tugged on his twin brother’s hair, “Let’s just cut it off. Then you won’t need a blow dryer.” Johnathan snickered, and Tener growled at his brother, “Touch my hair again, and I will cut your dick off!” “Alright, no bickering, not that I care who cuts what off, but if we are to get this shit dry,” Johnathan snapped, but right then Libidi lifted his shirt and pulled out the blow dryer shoved between his hard abs and sweat pants and handed it to Johnathan.

Greyson entered and he looks at me again from head to toe and he sigh in relief. What's his problem? He drag a hidden chair from the corner of his bathroom and told me to sit down. It was to high for me so he lift me so I can sit properly. Greyson brings out a hair blower. I know what that was but I never use it. He opened a drawer and produce brush. "I'l dry your hair Precious. Is that okay?" Greyson ask. I nodded mutely. Greyson smiled and he looks excited. I spying on him through the mirror in front of me. In our position, Greyson's still taller than me. He expertly dry my hair and I did not even feel any ounce of pain. He was very gentle when he was combing and drying my hair.

Perhaps I need to focus on what I do have rather than what I don't. I unsnap the cape and use the blow dryer to clean off the extra hairs on his neck. Then, because I can't help myself, I aim it at his legs to help dry his jeans a bit. Looking up at him from under my lashes, a smile plays on my lips and widens when I see he's doing the same, our eyes meeting in the mirror. "See? It is a full service salon. Not only do you get a cut, a shower and blow dry, too."

Why the hell does he want me to go to the bathroom with him? I follow him inside it reluctantly and watch him open the doors of the cabinet under the sink. He takes out from it a black, moderate sized thing that has an electrical cord attached to it. He plugs it and turns to me. “This is a blow dryer. You push this button here and it releases hot air that will help dry your hair much faster. It only takes about ten minutes and it will be completely dried” he said casually. “Why does it matter if I leave it wet? It’s not like I’ll catch a cold and become sick or something” I said in curiosity.

Roshni corrected. " Oh" All sighed in relief What was that "Come on babhi loose yourself and drink" Roshni said forwarding a glass of alcohol . I think it's beer "No I don't want this". I pleaded. "Areey Nisha no need to be scared. Rohan won't say anything ". Navya babhi said. "No I won't drink this. Fruit punch is enough" I said. "Ok done" And she went to grab that for me. Rohan's pov

XANDRY  The Harrises and I settled at the bar lounge. Talking about business was not the best topic I wanted to indulge when I was on the yacht, but that was what the oldies were enjoying at this moment while I was currently mind-fucking Blaine. The Harris’ twins were already at the spa room with the best masseuses with the relaxing androgynous scents of sophisticated oil mixed of sandalwood, violet, and vanilla, or probably the sensual aroma of the sweet almond oil.

Too hot and it'll damage the perfect color I've chosen for my new identity. After the shower, I look down at the tub, seeing the stains I've left behind. The 1980s hair dryer that's attached to the wall, forcing a laugh out of me. Hopefully that damn thing still works and I don't end my runaway in a hospital from behind electrocuted. Surprisingly, it works like it's brand new. I've perfected giving myself a salon-like blowout, so as I work the round brush and dryer I do just that. I should probably sleep, after all I've been up since six in the morning yesterday. Finally, I’ve managed to get away from them, away from him. Not bad if I do say so myself, especially after everything I've been t

I put down the comb, ready for him to dry my hair. Knowing his way, he squirts some of the heat protectant cream on his palm then runs it all over my hair. It takes ten minutes for him to blow my mid length hair and another ten seconds for him to squirt another clear fluid on his palm, again running it through my hair making it smells divine. He picked that scent by the way, on his business trip to Milan. Along with all other hair products he used just now, including the pink hair dryer. It's ridiculous really, who in-their-right-mind, would spend 500 bucks for a hair dryer?

Mom speaks to no one in particular before her eyes close behind her thick tortoiseshell sunglasses. I walk around the pool, my feet heating on the tile surface without my flip-flops to protect them. The tiki-influenced bar features a brown palm leaf thatched roof with bamboo stools around a half circle wooden bar. Three round double person tables sit under the thick leafed canopy blocking only a few meager rays of sun, but adding to the island atmosphere.