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"Donald Trump doesn’t want to deal with you anymore. Carolyn wants to see you in her office now," the receptionist said flatly.

Steve pulled his roller luggage to where the receptionist was pointing, a strong wooden door with "324B" engraved in gold on it. He knocked.

"Come in," she said.

Steve opened the door. Carolyn flashed her typical toothy smile, staring at him with her blue eyes. She was wearing a high collared silk white blouse with a black band around her neck and a pendant hanging from it. She was quite snug in her leather tight fitting skirt. She ran a hand through her silky blond hair.

"I want to talk to you about something I’ve been meaning to ask of you for a long time."

"What’s that?" Steve said, unknowingly.

Carolyn said nothing. She stared at him and smiled. Rolling up her sleeves midway, she stood up, walked over to the closet behind him and removed a large white sheet.

Steve was still looking forward. Suddenly he heard a large snap and the sheet was all around him, settling down on him. Her hands were in his hair, caressing his scalp.

"What…What are you doing?"

"Something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time," Carolyn whispered. "Give you a haircut."

"Please, please.." Steve pleaded. "I like my hair the way it is."

"Nonsense," said Carolyn. "You don’t fit corporate protocol. When I’m done with you, you will not only fit in, but really shine. Now hold still."

"But I have to be with my stockbroker in ten minutes," Steve protested.

"Sorry. This will take a half-hour. It’s very important." Carolyn placed her hands on Steve’s shoulders, preventing him from getting up.

In the meantime, Steve felt strong arousal from being overwhelmed by this overbearing woman.

She removed a long shiny scissors and black comb from her purse on the desk. Snipping her scissors, she then walked over, bent over Steve and went to work, her graceful long nailed hands manipulating his head.

"Carolyn, I…" Steve muttered.

"Hush Steve," she whispered. "Just let it happen."

Her low breathing and snipping filled his ears. Her sweet perfume flooded his nose. The V of her silken blouse, the way her eyes were looking down at him, and her serious manner was making him explode.

Meanwhile, outside, the receptionist was listening at the door. All she heard was snipping sounds. Immediately her hands went between her legs up to her groin. She closed her eyes and caressed herself.

A half an hour later, both emerged from the office. Carolyn had an ear to ear toothy grin on her face as if she just had prime steak for dinner. Steve did indeed fit the office protocol in a new shiny way, although he was walking a little funny and seemed a little woozy.

It looked like this new apprentice would fit in after all.

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