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?Please, Manuel, you have to help me,? she begged. She sat in his chair, tears pouring down her cheeks. Her hair was a real tangled mess. Her stylist stood behind the chair. He was obviously angered by what she had done.

?What did you do to my work of art, Aiko? You have not followed my instructions,? he said as he spun the chair around and looked her in the eyes. ?What did I tell you when you first came into my salon, three months ago? Let me remind you about what you wanted. You told me that you wanted to look like a real American. You did not like your beautiful oriental raven black hair. I told you that you would not suit a color job but you begged me to do it. I had to put 6 of my best people aside to work on you. Your hair had to be completely bleached out so that we could re-color your hair. That was two boxes of color and creams to make you a blonde. After the bleaching, it was so over-processed. I had to re-condition your hair and give you a hot-oil treatment. I had to wrap your head in saran wrap and put you under the dryer for forty minutes.? He reached forward and grabbed a section of her damaged hair. ?This is brutal. I am beside myself.?

?Please, Manuel. I should have listened,? she said.

?I am not finished telling you off, Aiko. At that point, I had put $75.00 of product in your hair to restore the moisture and shine to your hair. Then the color. You were not happy with what I recommended. You wanted to be a baby blonde. I had to convince you to go a darker shade of blonde. Then you begged for highlights; gold and copper. Then I had to take you back and put some style into your locks,? Manuel said. ?Do you recall all of that??

?Yes,? she sobbed.

?How did you show your appreciation, Aiko?? he said.

?I said ?thank you?,? she said.

?Aiko, your total bill on that day was $250.00. I had you in the salon for 2.5 hours, had six people catering to you and what did you give them in return?? he said. ?I could not care less if you tipped me or not. My pleasure comes from seeing a beautiful woman admiring her reflection in the mirror after I create a masterpiece. And knowing that she is going to follow my instructions when it comes to caring for my work of art. That means regular trims, proper shampoo, hot-oils to keep the hair shiny and moist. That means properly cared for. Look at you. Right now, your hair is so brittle and damaged. I don?t think I can save this or for that matter, want to save it for you. When did you last give yourself a hot-oil treatment??

?I haven?t. I have not had the time,? she sobbed and sniffled.

?And you surely are not using the professional creams and shampoos I told you to use. What are you buying; grocery store shampoos?? he said.

?I bought it from the drug store. They said is was better then what you recommended and it was cheaper,? she said.

?Does the drug store have a professional stylist working for them? NO! Some person working behind a counter thinking they know about hair,? he said. ?You have some nerve coming back here and begging me to save your hair a second time.?

?I am sorry, Manuel. I should have listened to you. It is just that ?????????????? she sobbed again.

?STOP! I don?t believe a word you are saying, Aiko. When did you last get your hair trimmed and where?? he asked.

?A month and a half ago and I went to a unisex shop close to home,? she said.

?Who cut your hair? A crazed butcher? Look at this hack job! You destroyed all my hard work. My masterpiece,? he said. ?And who put this red color in? Please, don?t tell me someone at the unisex shop!?

?I did. I bought a box of red color. I thought I could do it myself. I read all the instructions,? she cried. Her tears were really rolling down her face at that moment. She was really upset with herself that she did not do what she had been told to do. He was right. She did not show appreciation for his hard work and he had every right to be angry with her.

?What was really insulting to my staff was the fact that for 6 people who worked on you that day, catering to you and the time you spent in the salon, your gratitude was shown with a pathetic $5.00 tip,? Manuel said. ?That alone tells me that you did not appreciate my work and the care I put into your new look. How am I supposed to justify a pathetic 75-cent tip to six people for all their hard work? I made sure that I personally gave them what YOU SHOULD have given them, including the receptionist who is a key member of the team. Here is your pathetic $5.00 tip, Aiko.?

?I was wrong, Manuel. I am really sorry. Please, I am begging you, help me and I will NEVER let this happen again. I did not show proper appreciation for your hard work,? she said.

?I think I should repossess my work of art, Aiko,? he said.

?Yeah, right. How are you going to do that?? she said. ?I made a mistake. I paid my bill when I left the salon. How are you going to take back your work? Take away my hair and hang it on your wall? I don?t need to take all this abuse.?

Manuel slapped a red button on the side of the counter. Two metal arm clasps flicked across the arms of the chair. Another metal clasp flicked across the front of the chair, capturing her in the chair. There was no way she was going to get out of the chair and out of the punishment he was going to give her. It happened in split-second timing. Aiko did not even know what hit her.

?What??????????????? she gasped in astonishment.

?Even now, Aiko, you are arrogant and irresponsible. You do not appreciate it when people put themselves all out for you. Like I said: maybe I SHOULD take away my work of art. Give you the hot-oil treatment, re-color your hair to how I left it three months ago, re-shape the layer, trim your back and then introduce you to BRUTUS and have him reclaim my work of art. Maybe then you will learn what it means show appreciation,? he said. He reached beside the counter and pulled something off the side of his station. All she saw was a cord that hung to the ground and which was plugged into the wall. He turned and faced her. In his hand was a huge pair of men?s clippers. ?This is BRUTUS and I let BRUTUS have his way on women who show disrespect toward me and my staff. After I take away their hair, I shave them with hot lather and then I coat the head with a special cream that will kill the hair roots. That way, they will NEVER have to show their face in a women?s salon again.?

?And if you dare do that to me, I will sue you,? she said. ?Now let me go! I will go somewhere else. You obviously have a problem seeing when someone is really sorry. Let me off this chair, Manuel!?

?You really think you could beat me in court, Aiko? I don?t think so. Some have tried before, only to be laughed out of court. And you are no different. In fact, when I touch the women?s neck with BRUTUS, the person is so mesmerized by how BRUTUS sort of whispers in their ear that the woman begs me to continue, to make them bald to the bone,? Manuel said. ?Would you like me to demonstrate how BRUTUS speaks to women?? He walked over lifted her hair around the ears, exposing her sides. He flicked the switch on the clippers and held them about an inch away from he hairline. He moved his hand slowly toward her ear. The clippers hummed a sweet sound, hypnotic almost. She gazed off as if she was in dreamland. He flicked off the switch and pulled his hand back. He let her hair fall back over her shoulders.

He had a smile on his face. He could easily do it right then and there. All he would have to do is pick up the clippers, pull back her hairline at the bangs, hold the clippers at eye level and then without mercy and no fear of prosecution, run them right down the middle of her crown, buzz her right down to 1/8th of an inch and then shave her with a straight razor. In her hypnotic trance she would have told him to do it. She would have given him permission and he would comply.

Aiko was staring at the wall in a trance. She was there, she knew she was in the salon. She saw the people standing beside her but it was like she was not connecting with what was possibly going to happen to her. BRUTUS had indeed spoken to her and whispered in her ear that she was going to look beautiful as a bald woman and how she was going to beg Manuel to take her to a new level.

Manuel turned the chair around and pumped it up. He went to the front of the salon and returned with a basket of product. He signaled two of his staff to come over to the station. ?One hot-oil treatment, 45 minutes wrapped in saran wrap and a towel, on medium. You, the color,? he said to his technician. ?Get rid of the red, re-do the blonde, and put in gold and copper highlights, then a shampoo. You remember the color it was when we finished with her three months ago? How we did the highlights? When you are done, come and find me upstairs. I will take care of the rest.?

?Sir, wasn?t she the one????????????.?? the color technician said started saying.

?Don?t worry. Everything will be taken care of,? Manuel said. ?I am going to be upstairs in the main salon. I have something I need to do in my office and then I have a couple of clients waiting for me. She will not cause you any trouble.?

He walked up the stairs to the main salon and he walked to his office. He unlocked the door and sat down behind his desk. He took out a file and started speaking and as he did he wrote down what he was saying. Would he repossess his masterpiece? Would he introduce Aiko to BRUTUS and let BRUTUS have his way with Aiko?s hair after restoring Aiko to the beauty he created three months prior? He knew he could get away with it but maybe he could instill the fear of BRUTUS into Aiko?s consciousness. He had an idea. He got up, went back to the main floor where he found one of his staff getting Aiko caped and ready for the hot-oil. He went to the front desk and rolled to his station a color television. He placed a video tape into the machine and placed the remote on the counter.

He picked up BRUTUS and flicked the switch. He held the clippers to the side of Aiko?s head and he spoke. ?Aiko, do you hear me?? he said. She nodded. She was still in the trance. ?I am going to show you how quick BRUTUS is and I am going to show you that I mean what I say when I tell you that you WILL show respect for my work in the future.? She nodded her head and moaned a response. He looked at the staff member. ?When you finish with the application and she is ready for the dryer, move the dryer here behind her and play the tape. I want the idea implanted in her head.?

?Aiko?? he said again. ?Aiko, you are going to watch what BRUTUS can do to you if I just tell him to do it. And you are going to see yourself in the video tape. Do you understand?? She nodded again. He turned and walked to the staircase to prepare her bill and the contract she would sign before she left the salon. The idea of BRUTUS and the thought of losing her locks to his teeth would remain in her consciousness.

Author: hairman001Copyright protected ? 2003Copyright legal and registered. Not to be downloaded or forwarded to any other board without permission of the author.

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