Forcible Violation

Elder brother and i drove to California Fitness last evening. It was a Mon and as much as i was feeling the blues i had to drag these feet out of the house. Mon is intensive training for me. Pumping iron and running mills. Got competitions coming up and girls to impress. I got to be religious about the routines and regimes i had planned. I was in the car and chatting about politics when i told brother that it is time to colour me hair. Something ritual for me each time school closes. I am not wasting more precious minutes. School will reopen soon so i got to do it. He told me there is a salon near the fitness centre but it could be closed after our trainings. Once we were done i noticed that it was still opened and i enquired about the prices. Nothing is cheap around the Central Business District and i am referring to Raffles Place. Brother can get impatient when it comes to his little brother's dealings and he wants to eat so he went home without me. I had to opt for the train or the cab once i am done there.

Here is the interesting part. Mention male hairdressers and i cannot help but associate them to people attracted to the same gender. Not sounding rude here but true enough it was proven authentic. It was about closing time for the salon but the management had it extended for me. Colouring hair can prolong for a period of time because it is no simple feat and specific people such as me can have special demands and instructions. Excellent customer service sure but listen me out first then judge. The slim dude watched me weird and touched me hair odd. This is not me first time doing hair so of course i sensed something fallacious. He inquired about me race and said i resembled chinese. Told him i am mixed. He was impressed and we conversed in mandarin. There was one surprising part when he pulled down the singlet that i was wearing from behind and went about admiring and commenting the tattoo i had. Last but not least i was charged a mere $50 for a cut and highlight. Never this cheap.