Once inside the absolutely lush surroundings of the C’est Chic salon, Em was ushered into a private booth which resembled something of what she imagined a Hollywood studio hair and makeup room to look like with a salon/barbershop type chair and an adjustable wheelie stool beside it in front of a large mirror with small light bulbs around it. The usher, another youngish girl, possibly an apprentice, with a stylish but very short brown asymmetric bob asked Em if she would like a French coffee with a croissant and how she would like the coffee, just as a very exquisite looking male in his mid fifties appeared wearing a loose fitting pair of cream linen trousers and sea blue open necked short sleeved shirt revealing a very fit, tanned healthy body with slightly hairy chest. The head of this body oozing sexually arousing masculinity was, in itself, a finely crafted masterpiece of sculpture, with expertly chiselled features surrounded by overly accentuated 5 o’clock shadow from skull to chin and even that had expert lines shaved around the ears, neck and cheeks. Emilia LOVED that sexy, very close cropped to almost bald look in a man, very virile, (Mart had it for a while a few years ago and she was hooked on it but sadly he’d let it grow out despite her asking him several times to cut back his now receding auburn tufts and beard). Piercing blue eyes fixed on Emilia as the mouth opened in a soft flowing French accent."Bonjour, er Good morning Madame, please allow me to introduce myself, I am Louis St Rezor and welcome to our salon C’est Chic for what is apparently your first time no?",he gestured to the young girl, “Sammy please get for Madam the Chantelle number one coffee, ze best and ask Jacqui to bring it and to give me her assistance in shampooing, massaging and doing my Lady ‘ere". The young girl nodded and left, closing the door to the cubicle. “Now Madam your name is Emilia no?" Em nodded almost hypnotised by this Adonis who had gestured her into the seat and was sitting beside her on the stool, he started fondling her hair and then twisting it up high on her head, carefully surveying her long neck and( Mart’s) ‘cute ears’
