"Heifer, he ain't got time to do anymore additional customers."
Ebony gripped her face, pushing her backward. She tightened her hold every time the door greeter slapped her hand. Kicking her after shoving her to the floor, Ebony spotted her brother near the front counter with another customer.
"Shut up," the client said, sitting in the chair Isaac was working with her hair. He teased it and shook his fingers through with care.
"You love it," Isaac asked as the eight other women gazed at his naked body in action. The place had been packed with supplies under each rinse sink. Narrow paths ran through each station. They didn't mind because the air conditioning cool the cramp salon.
Ebony backed away, closing her eyes. Isaac's moment came, the part why his salon never go out of business. Turning the woman around, he ejaculated. The longer the climax the better his tip.
"I want you to see you in here in two weeks," Isaac said, hoovering in front the woman giving his lame pep talk about how regular visit strengthen and grows your hair. The client ignored his talk observing his groin area.
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