Totally Spies Evil Hair Salon Novels & Stories

she said as the excitement in her tone made the girls signed in the relief. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ The girls entered a salon that was quite familiar to them. A woman with bright neon green hair walked up towards them with a huge smile that showed off her flawless, pearl white teeth. Her skin was extremely white and she wore dark purple lipstick with a nose ring hanging from her nose, "Hello, ladies, what brings you here?" She asked as everyone stepped forward to embrace her.

There was a chorus of excited applause as Isabel and Cassie walked into the salon where Isabel had her night shift. Hair Glam was a quirky little salon owned by two sisters who treated all of their staff and customers like a part of a big happy family. It was a charming salon that was decorated with varying shades of grey, blue and gold. Two wide rectangular mirrors placed parallel to each other allowed the patrons to view their hair as it was being made. The line of midnight blue swivel chairs placed in front of the mirror was half occupied with customers whose hair were being worked on by various staff. The salon’s standing hair dryers and hair washing basins were currently not in use. The

It was obviously not an ordinary salon. “Okay, then start the work. I don’t want us to be late.” They rushed to start. One gay guy pulled me to the chair. They all wore black polos with the salon name on the chest. Someone served snacks in front of us. I didn’t say a word. He guided me to the rotating chair and put a black cape over me, then started inspecting my hair.

No business calls, no stress, no second guessing. Just us. After our hair, we got our nails done—Sophie chose bright red stiletto tips, of course. Jade went with a neutral almond shape, and I picked soft blush pink. Something simple yet elegant. “Ugh, I feel like a whole new woman,” Sophie groaned in satisfaction, flexing her fingers dramatically. “Wait until we get to the spa,” Jade replied, giggling like a child as we stepped out of the salon. “That's where the real magic happens.”

Tiffany’s POV Five minutes later, we were shoved into matching salon chairs. Apparently, the “premium transformation package” came with champagne, cucumber water, and two stylists aggressively touching our hair without permission. I stared at myself in the mirror while a pink-haired stylist sectioned my hair with terrifying confidence. “So,” she said casually, “how long have you guys been together?” “We haven’t,” Lucas answered immediately from the chair beside me. She smiled at our reflections. “Mhm.”

Selene stands nearby, arms crossed, her expression thoughtful as she tracks movement between the cabins. We both know it’s not going to stay peaceful much longer. But for now… now we take what we can get. Then the door to the dining hall creaks open, and both of us glance up. I blink once. Then again. “Am I still asleep, or are they—?” Selene straightens, her eyes narrowing slightly as the two girls walk into view. “They cut their hair,” she says slowly, like she’s testing the words on her tongue. “And dyed it,” I add, still staring like they’ve grown horns. “Since when the hell did we start running a salon around here?”

An unfamiliar itch ran down my spine until it became a tingle on my neck as the girl in particular threw her head back and laughed loudly which reached my ears as a loud but beautiful sound, her long brown hair falling down; it moved in gentle ripples when it did. "The girls from the Spa, sir," he answered smiling, "All together they are terrible, their antics are feared by all employees." I was disappointed when the girls crossed in the opposite direction from us and the woman with the beautiful laugh and honey-colored hair disappeared from my sight. A few minutes later, we stopped by a plain mahogany door where I passed myself the magnetic key through the slot, watching the clerk stiffen f

“I'm counting down the minutes. It's 8 am, so I expect to see you in two hours.” The moment I walk into the salon, Ivy's intense stare captures mine, her eyes flashing with a dynamic energy that's both captivating and unnerving “Honey, you look like a hot mess express,” she says, pulling me in for a hug that's a mix of affection and mild exasperation. “Come on, we've got work to do. Let's get you polished up.” The hairstylist, clad in a sblack apron with the salon's logo emblazoned across it, steps forward, her fingers running through my hair with the tenderness of a mother combing her child's locks, “Oh, such glorious hair. And such neglect!”

"I'm terrified." "Good. That means you care." She sets down her mug. "Now drink that, eat something, and let's get started. We have a long day ahead." The hair appointment is at noon. A salon in Midtown that Lila swears by, expensive enough that I feel guilty walking through the door. "Just a trim and style," I tell the stylist a woman named Sophia with platinum hair and dramatic eyeliner. She runs her fingers through my hair, studying it. "When's the last time you had this cut?"

That woman can be so frustrating. So we spent a large chunk of the morning, shopping and getting massages in a very expensive spa. Harriet made sure to sort all bills on our behalf, she claimed she was only doing her job as a best friend. We are currently heading into a huge female salon because she wants to take out her Crotchet and fix twenty-two inches, human hair. Guess who gave her the money for it? The hair salon is a wide-open space of mirrors and comfortable leather chairs that swivelled around. The floor was black tiled probably to hide stains and the walls are a brilliant white with spray-painted graffiti art.