"You know, it’s not fair if I’m the only one doing my hair," Adele called out to Jason who was sitting on a couch, staring at her.
Their preparation for the dinner had made Jason take her to get the rest of her outfit.
Black heels, a silk shawl to cover her shoulders and for when it got cold, an evening bag, some earrings, pearls, and bracelets.
After getting all those accessories, it was finally time for actual body grooming, which meant hair styling and nails, so Jason had taken Adele to a famous salon he had made a reservation at.
However, now that she was finally having her hair styled, she had turned her eyes onto Jason’s hair.
"What’s wrong with my hair? It looks good, doesn’t it?" Jason asked immediately, directing the question to no one in particular.
"It looks majestic, but it could use a few touches if you’re going to a formal gathering," the hair stylist about to wash Adele’s hair said to Jason.
"See?" Adele exclaimed, shooting Jason an I told you so look.
"Don’t give me that ’see’ behaviour," Jason laughed at Adele.
"Do you want me to cut my hair, cuz I’m definitely not doing that," he said, caressing his hair softly.
"I’m not saying cut it, but, maybe have these guys... professionals, do some magic on it and make it look better and more... formal," Adele hurriedly explained. She wasn’t looking forward to Jason cutting his hair either, she liked it long, plenty to grab onto, plus it was very soothing to touch.
"Oh..." Jason murmured.
"Well, Vanessa, do you have any ideas?" Jason asked one of the hair stylists who was free at the moment.
"Or do you beautiful ladies have any good ideas?" Jason went further and asked everyone else in the shop.
As a pretty famous salon in Turin, the place definitely had customers most of the times and today, all the customers present happened to be women... high-class women.
Jason figured that he’d probably see some of the faces here at the charity dinner later on.
"Maybe do braids, I hear that’s getting pretty famous these days," a brown haired mature-looking woman said with a homely smile.
’And have a splitting headache for the next week? I’m a football player for crying out loud,’ Jason thought internally, but on the outside he nodded at the woman.
"Nice idea," he said.
"You could do something like cutting the sides, or one of the sides... or a little from the sides, and then styling it," another woman said, and it was clear that this one’s imagination was running a little wild with numerous styles.
"Or maybe do bun in the middle, add a few styling touches to the front, and leave the sides and back to flow down. It’ll properly accentuate your face, I think," yet another woman shouted.
It was at this moment that Jason realized the horror of offering up a pretty boy to a bunch of women to play dress up.
Women were creatures that spent their youthful years playing with dolls, but when they grew into adults, they discovered the joy of playing dress up for men and Jason had just offered himself up to a bunch of bored trophy wives who hadn’t had much fun in a while.
’Smart move, me,’ Jason thought to himself with a wry smile.
After a few more debates, Jason ended up just leaving his hair to Vanessa, but not before giving her a warning.
"You know if a blade touches my hair without my consent for any reason, I’ll make you disappear," he said in a threatening voice, eliciting a gasp all around the room.
"I’m kidding," he continued with a harmless smile.
"You might want to stop doing anything else that will make these women want to eat you up," Adele whispered to him.
"So what am I supposed to do?" he asked.
"Just sit still, you’re too handsome and whatever you do will have these women wetter than Niagara Falls," Vanessa whispered to him.
"... You too?" Jason asked after a slight pause to think.
"Especially me," Vanessa whispered in his ear, blowing a steamy breath into his ear.
Zipping his mouth immediately, Jason closed his eyes and waited for it all to be over.
Who knew these women were so freaky that a threat had somehow turned into something that could make them horny and begin staring at him with eyes that clearly showed their desire to devour him until no bones were left.
’I thought these women were married,’ he thought to himself as he felt Vanessa starting to wash his hair.
Time slowly passed and Jason could feel the styling progress quickly. After an extensively luxurious wash... washes.
Vanessa washed his hair almost five times and Jason had to remind her that he washed his hair almost every day due to his athletic activities.
He definitely didn’t like having his hair smell like sweat.
However, Vanessa replied with another wash, claiming that she liked washing his hair because of how soft and fluffy they felt in her hands.
’Woman, I’m the one who is getting his hair styled. This is not about you!’ Jason could not help but scream internally, but he kept his mouth shut physically.
After the wash, the next part was applying all sorts of essential oils that Jason lost count and at some point, he had to remind Vanessa to focus, but soon he discovered that Vanessa just liked rubbing her hands through his hair and all over his scalp.
’Help woman, your man is being harrassed by the hairdresser right next to you... I mean, I was the one that hired them so it is half my fault, but still, come on!’ he wanted to shout to Adele, but she was enjoying her self without care for his dilemma
In the end, he had no choice but to sit through everything and could only wait.
After rubbing all sorts of essential oils with all sorts of function, and the hair had dried reasonably well, the styling began.
Vanessa had chosen to do a bun for him and braid some of the sides loosely then leave the sides hanging and it would soon be time for Jason to discover how that would turn out.