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He finally hit the nail on the head and Joslyn blinked rapidly, feeling mildly stunned even though she had predicted that they would have this conversation since he'd said he was here alone. “I...” She trailed off, not knowing how to respond, but she understood what he meant. That night two years ago, she hadn't had her hair as she wore it now. Two-toned black and silver hair styled in an asymmetrical lob now replaced her former jet-black, waist length hair and although she didn't have any earrings in this morning, she was sure her lobe, conch and helix piercings were conspicuous against the skin of her ears.

Kia said. Jackson didn’t want to have to use the detangler again, but the spray had helped. “I have to spray down more of your hair. I’ll be quick.” Wren’s only response was to tense back up. “Doubt it’ll pass. Not while we have fuck-face as president-extraodinaire.” “I know,” Kia sighed. Wren’s hair was surprisingly soft under hand as he worked the tangles out. It hung in loose curls down to his shoulders. “Have an extra hair tie?”

The hairdresser pulled her hair back, tugging at it as she rolled it into the elegant shape that would be a French knot. Emma closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the pampering. But her thoughts were stuck on the charity ball all this fuss was about. "Do you think there will be press from Dallas?" "Of course," Jen answered. Emma opened her eyes and met Jen's in the mirror. Jen's hair was already done. She'd had it straightened and it flowed like a waterfall down her back. A makeup artist was applying foundation to her tan skin, smoothing it on in quick, gentle swipes.

The girl sure did have a lot of issues that always made her want to slap her sometimes. “What's wrong now?” she sighed, exasperated. Once again, Kristen had dyed her hair but this time to blue and black. She had curled her hair into a bob and it suited her a lot. “Oooou, I'm loving the new look.” Sophie eyed her with a smile. Kristen ignored her former boss and went straight for the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water to wash down whatever was bothering her. Sophie waited by the door for her and when she trudged out, she looked less like the crazy woman who had shoved herself through the door.

Katrina I am Katrina Jones, 24 years of age. I am an independent woman. I started living on my own when my parents died two years ago. They died in an accident. I am living in my small apartment here in New York. I am in need of money to sustain my needs. Recently, I resigned to my job to apply as a personal assistant in Smith Enterprise. I will be having my interview tomorrow. Hopefully, I will get the job. **************

The girl gave me a look. "Of course. Do you have anything in mind?" She asked Jasper instead of me. Jasper pointed at me, "what would you like done?" "A keratin express blowout, a little colour and a trim. Hmm, maybe some layers." She made a face but quickly changed her expression. I could see her eyes taking me in, and I know that even though I am dressed in baggy, black, ripped jeans, and sneakers and a black long sleeve blouse, I don't look that bad.

My cock hardens even more, if that's possible. Just like I thought, Kylie's pussy is completely bald, while the other girls have varying degrees of trimmed pubic hair. Lauren's is a cute brown triangular patch while Alex has a neatly trimmed rectangle of thick, black, curly hair. Petite Kristina has the most beautiful light blonde hair neatly trimmed around her pale pink pussy. "What makes one pussy sexier than another?" Kristina asks, mirroring my exact thoughts. "I'll let you know when I'm done inspecting," I answer because I honestly have no freaking idea!

She was already all dressed up in nothing else but her favourite colour of course, black. Black jeans, a black halter top and a black leather jacket paired with black and white converse. It's days like this that I'm grateful her hair isn't dark like mine. Instead her long curls hold some golden blonde highlights. "Easy for you to say, you're not on the pack's 'most hated' list." I told her as I let out a yawn and stretched my arms. "Stop exaggerating. You're not on the pack's most hated list, Cryss." Kat told me.

"Don't worry, Adrienne. We'll make you look good." Adrienne smiled shyly. "There's something I'd like to do first." *** She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror over the sink, barely believing her eyes. The young woman there couldn't possibly be her. She'd been given a haircut and her normally lengthy bangs trimmed into shorter curtain bangs that simply framed the sides of her face instead of covering it. Her long dark hair had been given a classy layered look with the dead ends trimmed off so that it stopped somewhere in the middle of her back.

The sharp sound of scissors slicing through strands of hair echoed like a melody of liberation inside Haris’s luxurious apartment. Serena stared at her reflection in the large mirror before her. The long black hair that Dewangga once praised—the same hair he would stroke after belittling her—now fell onto the marble floor in rough, uneven pieces. When the final strand dropped, Serena stood still. Her hair now rested at shoulder length, cut into a sharp bob that framed her pale face with a newfound edge of authority. She brushed on light makeup, replacing her soft eyeliner with bold, defined strokes, and finishing with a deep crimson lipstick.