Chapter 3
A week passed and although Jeff longed to see Donna, he remained stubborn and wouldn't call her. She had not run after him as he'd hoped she would, so for the time being, seemingly, Isadore had won out!
Jeff had been hitting the bottle heavily the day before and was on his way to work. He'd been late for the past several days.
At the beauty salon where he was employed, an attractive young brunette receptionist was sitting at her desk when Mrs. Simms, a woman in her late fifties called over to her in great exasperation, "Are you sure that Jeffrey is coming in today, Miss Bradley?"
Murial Bradley looked over at the aging glamour girl. The woman was the flirtatious type, thought about sex all the time, and loved young pricks. She was dressed like a teenager in a micro-mini skirt and pantie hose. Her hair was a bleached blonde and her figure was thin from over dieting.
"He called in and said he'd be late. He should be here any minute though, Mrs. Simms."
Just then Jeff walked through the door.
"Oh, there he is now," the woman beamed. She rose from the chair. "Hello, Jeffrey," she said cheerily.
Murial tried to keep a straight face. She and Jeff exchanged glances, and the pretty receptionist felt her pussy get wet. She'd been trying to get Jeff to date her for quite some time, but as she was married, he'd refused, not wanting to get involved. However, her husband had gone on a business trip. He'd be out of town for a week, and she was trying to think up a way of approaching him. She just had to have some of that handsome man!
"Hello, Mrs. Simms," Jeff responded. "I'll be with you as soon as I hang up my coat." He then went over to a corner of the room and hung up his sport coat on a clothes tree while the woman stood impatiently waiting to be escorted to a booth. Jeff went over to her, took her arm, and they walked through the door and into a booth.
Mrs. Simms put her purse on the dressing table, then sat in the chair while Jeff adjusted the shampoo basin. He put a plastic cape around her neck.
"My dear boy, I almost thought you weren't going to show up today." She glanced over at a clock on the wall. "Do you know that you're exactly twelve minutes late?"
Jeff made a motion at her neck of wanting to strangle her. Naturally she couldn't see this. She put her head back farther into the shampoo basin and looked up at him. As he commenced to shampoo her hair she blinked her false eyelashes at him.
"I see that you took my advice and got yourself a pair of blinkers," he said.
"A pair of what? Oh, dear boy-you mean these sexy eyelashes. Now don't pull my leg."
"They are very becoming on you, Mrs. Simms."
"I do try to follow your beauty advice to the letter." She paused, blinked the lashes at him again, then went on. "Dear boy, I wonder if you'd come to my party tomorrow night. It'd be to your advantage. A number of my friends will be there, and when I tell them you're my hairdresser it might prove very lucrative for you."
"But isn't this short notice?" Jeff asked as he rinsed her hair, then helped her over to the chair in front of the dressing table and mirror.
She paused a moment, then handed him a curler while she watched him in the mirror. Her bleached blonde cunt was creaming as she tried to visualize what he had in his pants.
Jeff stood in back of her, keeping a poker expression as he took the curlers.
"Well, make up your mind! Are you going to accept my invitation, or not?"
"I'm greatly honored. But it is such short notice. I like several days when I plan to attend an affair." His excuse was silly, and he knew it, but she'd taken him by surprise before he'd had a chance to think of a better one.
Mrs. Simms had an obvious threat in her voice. "There's another young man at the Beverly Beauty Salon who might not feel it's too short a notice."
"Now, Mrs. Simms. I'm not refusing to go to your party. Didn't I prove it by attending the one you gave two months ago? Except that you let me know four days in advance."
"I think you're angry because you were the only guest there; it was stupid of me to get the date of the party mixed up and send out invitations for the 10th instead of the 9th."
"Those things happen, and I realize how busy you are with so many social affairs to attend."
"You naughty boy-I haven't forgotten how you sneaked out on me; and just when I was feeling sexy I passed out. My, but you do make the strongest drinks. A bar would go bankrupt if you were a bartender."
Jeff grinned, "After a few stiff ones myself, I didn't bother to measure them any more. I thought you could hold your liquor, Mrs. Simms."
"I won't let it happen again, dear boy. I'll stay sober and chipper."
Just then Murial stuck her head in the door and told Jeff he was wanted on the phone.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Simms. I won't be long."
It was Donna!
"Gosh it's great to hear your voice again, baby. No, I'm not angry any more. I've missed you too. Yes, I still love you. How about meeting me tonight? What? ... Is Isadore more important than I am? ... I don't give a damn if it is his birthday. He can go to hell! Can't you tell him you broke your leg, or something? You still won't cancel out with that old wolf? Very well, Donna, you'll regret it. I'm gonna get myself some good fucking tonight. GOODBYE!"
He banged down the receiver, then looked up into Murial's smiling face. "Were you referring to me, Jeff?"
"What do you mean?" he blushed.
"About getting yourself some good fucking tonight?"
"What would you do if I did ask you to fuck me?"
"I'd say let's go to it. That old jerk I'm married to is out of town. How about it, Jeff. You know I go for you."
"It's a date, baby. But my car's been in the garage for repairs. It won't be ready till tomorrow. Can you pick me up?"
"I'll wait for you out front when the shop closes, okay? We have dinner at my place. I have plenty of booze too."
"Good. Now I'd better get back to lover gal," he smiled.
When he returned to the old wolverine she dimpled at him. "I hope you're going to give me a fabulous hair style, dear boy. I'll be careful to sleep with a cap so that it'll keep for tomorrow night. That is my night of nights."
"I have just the style for you, you'll love it. But don't toss in your sleep."
"Oh dear, I'll try not to. If I didn't have so much to do tomorrow, I'd have to come then. This will have to do ... Have you given any more thought about coming to my party?"
Jeff decided then and there that he'd better accept as she did send him a lot of wealthy customers. Besides, Donna was still preferring Isadore to him. What did he have to lose?
"Is it formal?"
"Yes. Do you have a white dinner jacket?"
"No, I never go out formally. I only have a black one."
"I've taken care of that, dear boy, one will be delivered here later today. Large, right?"
"Yes, that's my size. Pretty sure of yourself weren't you?"
"Pretty sure of you."
"Well, thank you, but you shouldn't have done it."
"Think nothing of it. Now I want you to make me look especially glamorous; for tomorrow night is the most important occasion in my life-and I'm so glad you decided to come, dear boy."
"What is the occasion, Mrs. Simms?"
"Now ... now," she smiled, "That's my big secret. You'll find out when you get there-and, dear boy! I've told you over and over to call me by my first name, Melissa." She paused, then added shyly, "I looked it up in a baby name book, and it means 'honey bee'."
"A very suitable name," said Jeff, trying to keep a straight face. He finished setting her hair, rolled a hair dryer over, and put it over her head and pulled the switch. He then walked into the reception room and addressed the young brunette who was sitting at the desk. "If a monkey jacket is delivered later today, put it behind the desk for me, huh?"
"A what?"
"It's the upper part of a monkey suit. I have a rendezvous tomorrow with a 'honey bee'."
"Not Mrs. Simms?"
"Yes. I got roped into one of her parties."
"Oh, brother!" Murial laughed. "A guy's gotta make a living." Jeff grinned. "Well, I feel for you. If that old sex fiend ever gets you alone, you'll need Gangbusters to save you."
"Seriously, Murial, she isn't a bad old gal. A little eccentric, but I get a bang out of her."
Jeff then went into another room to smoke a cigarette and relax until the woman's hair was dry enough for him to style. He thought about Donna, then tried to dwell on his date with the pretty receptionist. With her big boobs and meaty, sexy ass, she looked like she could throw a helluva lay. And just thinking along these lines made a bulge rise in his trousers.