Total Transformation Salon & Spa – Samantha (part 1)
Lieutenant Samantha Hodge had graduated from the Police Academy at the top of her class. In just 3 years on the force, she had earned the respect and admiration of the entire police force. A tireless and diligent police officer.
A 5′10″ African-American beauty with incredible green eyes. She had an incredibly athletic body, though not a lot of female shape.
Samantha had always wanted to be in law enforcement. A straight-A student from birth with the pristine record of an all-American youth. Samantha had never had as much as a speeding ticket. Straight as an arrow.
But Samantha’s beat included the 5th Street area and what the Police Department appreciated as “diligence” was having a negative impact on Bri’s business.
One of the down-sides for Samantha is that as a police officer, she tended to be intimidating to everyone outside of her family and other cops. This made having a social life a bit difficult – never mind finding a date. Some time ago, Samantha had turned to online dating as a way to find a match.
Bri decided the best way to get to Samantha would be to get her into the Total Transformation Salon & Spa. So she targeted the dating sites that Samantha frequented with offers that she thought would appeal to her. One night, alone at home (as usual), Samantha finally spotted an ad for Total Transformation. “We can help you attract others” the ad simply read. Clicking-through the banner ad, Samantha saw the pictures of the incredible facility and some before & after pictures of clientele. She decided that she would give it a try the next morning.
On Saturday morning, Samantha arrived at the Total Transformation Salon & Spa. She was greeted by Cassie at the front desk – an amazing looking blonde with an equally amazing body.
“Hi, my name is Samantha,” she started. “I saw an ad for you last night online and I would like to try something different with my hair, maybe. You know, change things up a little.”
“Well, you are in the right place,” replied Cassie. “I’m sure we can give you something life-changing! Are you familiar with our services?”
“Nothing beyond what I read online last night in your ad,” Samantha replied.
Cassie started, “OK, well we are a full-service salon & spa. Frankly, we are capable of doing just about anything from simple hair styling all the way to cosmetic changes. We will put you together with one of our specialists who will get to know you and help you decide what you would like to have done.”
“I’m, um, probably just looking for a wash & trim. I don’t want to get in there and get up-sold on a bunch of stuff,” Samantha replied.
“Oh, no. Never,” Cassie said. “Not only do we pride ourselves on not pressuring our guests to do anything that they do not absolutely want, we put it in writing!”
Cassie pushed a 1-page form across the desk to Samantha. The entire form was a guaranty from Total Transformation that they would not pressure the guest nor do anything that the guest does not ask for.
“Pretty impressive,” Samantha said as she signed the form and handed it back to Cassie.
“Excellent! I think that we should have you work with…” Cassie trailed off as she appeared to think about the best specialist to choose, “…Chrissie. Yes, Chrissie will be perfect for you.”
Cassie pushed a button on her speakerphone and said, “Chrissie? I have a guest out front to work with you.”
“Thank you, Cassie. I will be right out,” Chrissie replied.
Cassie looked back to Samantha. Chrissie will be here to escort you to treatment room 3.
Back in treatment room 3, Chrissie’s phone rang.
“Yes, Mistress Bri,” she said?
“You know what to do as our first step, correct,” Bri said through the phone.
“Absolutely, Mistress.”
“Good.”
A minute later, the door behind Cassie slid open and Chrissie walked through. Chrissie was a petite red-head with large breasts, blue eyes and a beautiful smile.
“Hi, I’m Chrissie,” she said is a perky voice as she extended her hand to shake Samantha’s.
“I’m Samantha. A pleasure to meet you, Chrissie.”
“Please follow me, Samantha. We’ll be in treatment room 3.”
As Samantha and Chrissie proceeded through the door back into the salon, Cassie smiled and said simply, “Enjoy yourself.”
Treatment room 3 was very posh. Samantha had never been to a salon where each customer had their own separate room.
“This is beautiful, Chrissie,” Samantha said.
“Thank you,” she replied. “Our owner, Bri prides herself on creating the most comforting and relaxing atmosphere possible.” An uncomfortable pause. “Would you care to change before we begin? You will find a comfy robe in the changing room.”
“Sure,” Samantha said as Chrissie directed her to the changing room door.
Inside, Samantha found a silky white robe and flip-flops. And there was an intoxicating smell. Very soothing. She took off her outer clothes leaving only her bra and panties on. She slipped into the robe and flip-flops and proceeded back to the treatment room.
Chrissie already had the water in the rinsing sink running. Samantha noted the very expensive looking faucet that was more of a waterfall into the sink than a faucet and it produced a calming sound.
“Please, have a seat,” Chrissie said.
Samantha sat down in the chair. “Mmm. That’s nice and warm,” she said.
“Yes, like I said, Bri prides herself on creating a very comfortable and calming atmosphere. The chairs are heated for your pleasure,” Chrissie explained.
“We’ll need to let your hair down, Samantha,” Chrissie said.
“Oh, of course,” Samantha laughed. “I always wear it up like this for work and I just sometimes forget to let it back down!”
Samantha reached behind her head and loosened her dark hair. It was surprisingly long as it fell and Samantha jostled it loose.
“What do you do for work, Samantha,” Chrissie asked?
“I’m a… I’m a police officer,” Samantha replied sheepishly. She always hated letting that detail out to someone new. People always felt uncomfortable around a cop. Which was totally unfair, she thought. Police officers are just normal people outside of work, too!
“Wow,” Chrissie exclaimed, “that’s exciting! I bet you just love your job!”
Samantha was surprised at Chrissie’s reaction. Instead of feeling threatened, Chrissie responded to the news as if Samantha had told her that she was a movie actress.
A huge smile came over Samantha’s face as did a feeling of comfort. She really liked Chrissie. “Thanks, Chrissie. Yes, I really do love it!”
“Here, let’s lay you back and get started.” Chrissie then slowly reclined Samantha’s head into the rinsing sink using a control on the side of the reclining chair. And she started to wet Samantha’s hair down and massage her head.
“Have you always been a police officer,” Chrissie asked? She then reached over and drew out a stream of shampoo and began to massage that into Samantha’s hair.
“Yes. I graduated from the Academy 3 years ago. But for as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be an officer.”
“That’s fantastic,” Chrissie replied. “Gee, I didn’t know what I wanted to be until just few months ago when I came here,” she giggled.
After a few minutes of shampoo, it was time for Chrissie to introduce the TTSS solution into Samantha’s head. She looked down at Samantha already totally relaxed.
“I’m going to put some special conditioner in your hair next, OK, Samantha?”
“Mmmm. Yes. Go ahead,” Samantha said softly.
Chrissie applied the TTSS and began to work it into Samantha’s head (literally and figuratively). And she watched Samantha fall deeper and deeper into relaxation. After 10 minutes, it was time to proceed.
Chrissie leaned down toward Samantha’s head and softly said, “are you still with me, Samantha?”
“Mmmm.”
“Are you enjoying this?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
The TTSS had taken full effect.
Chrissie leaned to Samantha’s ear and whispered, “you trust Chrissie completely. You can tell Chrissie anything. You want to open up to Chrissie…”
Chrissie leaned back up and quietly spoke, “Being a police officer, you must have to be pretty conservative all the time, I bet.”
“Yes,” Samantha replied.
“Don’t you have a wild side that you’d like to let loose some times?”
Samantha smiled a little, “I can’t.”
“Sure you can, Samantha. You can tell Chrissie anything.”
Samantha knew that to be true. She trusted Chrissie and could tell her anything. She knew she could tell Chrissie anything.
“Sometimes…” Samantha finally whispered.
Chrissie took some more TTSS and began to massage more into Samantha’s head.
“Have you ever gotten high, Samantha,” she asked after a minute or 2.
“No,” Samantha replied. Her eyes closing a bit more.
“Have you ever wanted to,” Chrissie asked?
Samantha paused. But she knew she could tell Chrissie anything. “Once or twice,” she finally replied with a little smile.
Chrissie leaned back to Samantha’s ear and whispered, “you want to get high with Chrissie.” She leaned back up.
“I know I shouldn’t say this to a police officer but I feel like I can tell you anything,” Chrissie began.
“Me too…” Samantha replied.
“I have a little bit of cocaine – some really good cocaine. Would you like to try a little with me?”
Samantha’s lips pursed. She was obviously in conflict.
Chrissie leaned to Samantha’s ear again, “you can do anything with Chrissie. You trust Chrissie. You want to try cocaine with Chrissie…”
“I’m not sure how to do it,” Samantha replied.
“I can show you.” Chrissie went over to the cabinet and took out the mirror and straws that had been prepared earlier – just for Samantha’s arrival.
Chrissie elevated Samantha’s chair. “It’s really easy. It’s already cut and ready. All you have to do is use this little straw and inhale it.”
Chrissie handed the short straw to Samantha. She looked into Samantha’s eyes and said, “you’ll love it…”
And Samantha inhaled. Then again in the other side with the other line. Samantha knew it was alright because this was Chrissie. She trusted Chrissie. She fell back in her chair. The cocaine hit her, instantly.
From a fog, she heard Chrissie say, “what do you think?”
All Samantha could reply was, “wow…”
“I am going to lower your head back into the sink and continue on your hair while you enjoy it, OK?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Chrissie started massaging Samantha’s hair again as she watched her face. “Little goodie-girl lost,” she thought.
Chrissie took another stream of TTSS and worked it into Samantha’s head. She wasn’t sure if the coke or the TTSS was causing more bliss. But she knew it was the TTSS that would help her get to the next step.
She leaned down to Samantha’s ear and whispered, “you love cocaine. You can’t believe you never tried it before. You want more. You trust Chrissie. You trust Chrissie…”
A few minutes later, Chrissie asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Incredible.”
“You liked it?”
“Oh yesss!”
“Do you want more, Samantha?”
“Maybe a little,” Samantha giggled.
Chrissie picked up the mirror from the tray and went over to the cabinet. She poured some more cocaine on it and started to cut it – this time, 4 lines instead of 2. She brought it back to Samantha.
Samantha already had the straw in her hand, laying back, eyes closed, waiting for Chrissie to return.
“Here you go, sweetie,” Chrissie said as she set the mirror with the coke on the tray.
Samantha sat forward and inhaled the first line. Her eyes rolled back as she savored the moment and felt the drug hit. Then the second line in the other side. Again, a pause.
“Aren’t you doing any,” Samantha asked Chrissie?
“I already did mine over there, baby,” she replied. “This is all for you.”
A smile came over as she leaned back down over the mirror and quickly inhaled the last 2 lines. She fell back in her chair to ride the wave.
Chrissie reclined the chair back and set Samantha’s head back in the sink. “I’m going to go back to work on your hair, OK, Sam? Is it alright if I call you Sam?”
“Mmmm. Yessss. I’d like you to call me Sam…” as Sam continued to drift away.
“I think maybe just some slight highlights today – maybe some deep auburn to compliment your beautiful long black hair. Then next week we can do a little bit more – go further. Sort of ease into the big change. Does that sound good Sam,” Chrissie asked?
“Sounds great, Chrissie. Whatever you think…”
For the next 30 minutes, Chrissie worked auburn highlights into Sam’s hair. All the while, Sam just relaxed in her cocaine high. And Chrissie planted more suggestions in Sam…
“You love cocaine. You want to do more cocaine. Now that you’ve tried it, you can’t stop. Cocaine makes you happier than you have ever been. When you leave here, you will head to the street and use your contacts to buy enough for the week. You’ll go home tonight and get high. You’ll go home every night and get high. Coke every night. Do you understand?”
“Sam loves cocaine... Cocaine every night... Buy cocaine and do it every night... Makes Sam happy… Sam wants more cocaine now…”
“Soon, Sam… very soon. When you get home, you’ll be able to do all the cocaine you want. Whatever you are able to buy on the way home.”
“Mmmmm…” Sam moaned. “I can’t wait to get home…”
Chrissie continued whispering in Sam’s ear… “Talk to Cassie on the way out and make another appointment for next Saturday. You want to come back next week for more. Come back to Chrissie next Saturday morning. Do you understand, Sam?”
“Sam wants to see Chrissie again Saturday morning…”
Chrissie rinsed the excess color out of Sam’s head, then spent another half an hour drying and styling Sam’s hair. Sam slowly came down off of her high… which only made her want to buy more coke and get home as quickly as she could.
When she was done, Chrissie showed Sam the results.
“Wow, that looks amazing, Chrissie. Thank you,” Sam said. “I would like to come back next Saturday and have you do more to me if that’s OK?”
“I would be delighted, Sam,” Chrissie replied. “I’ll look forward to it!”
Then Sam surprised Chrissie by leaning over and giving her a kiss. Not on the lips but still something more than a simple thank you kiss between girls. “I can’t wait for more,” Sam whispered.
Sam walked out of treatment room 3 and headed out front to see Cassie where she made an appointment for 9 AM next Saturday. Then, she hopped in her car and headed for the bad part of town – or the good part, given what she was looking for.
Bri stepped into the treatment room with Chrissie. “Well, that was a surprise there at the end, hmm,” she said?
“A pleasant surprise, Mistress Bri,” Chrissie replied.
“Now don’t you go getting me all jealous,” Bri said in mock disappointment! Then she smiled and kissed Chrissie… a deep passionate kiss.