Was frantically getting ready for cross country flight and important game in DC scheduled for next morning. Everything was running late. Got to airport just in time to make flight. Arrived Dulles around 8PM and rushed to car rental counter. Realizing I needed a haircut, I asked the agent if they knew of a barber open that late. Was informed there was a barbershop in Reston that would probably be open if I hurried.
Well, I ran to the car and busted down the Dulles Toll Road to Reston and started looking for that Barbershop. Found it...and it was still open. I walked in and asked the gal at the counter if I could get a haircut. She said, "sure", and asked me to wait until called.
Got to admit that after the strain of the flight and all that happened, I just dosed off waited for the call. "Are you up", a voice called out. I said, "sure." As we walked back to the chair, I noticed my 'barber' was a beautiful young gal and her uni was of the rather short variety. Well, the haircut proceeded and I found myself dosing off from time to time. I was half in and half out of consiousness.
Suddenly a voice called out, "do you want a blow job?" Startled, I looked up and saw this beautiful young thing holding a hair drier and repeating, "do you want one?" This was one of those times when the mind just could not catch up with the emotions. I didn't know how to respond.
Gotta tell you though...I now know of a wonderful place to get a haircut and blow job in DC if you're interested. Great action!
Well, I ran to the car and busted down the Dulles Toll Road to Reston and started looking for that Barbershop. Found it...and it was still open. I walked in and asked the gal at the counter if I could get a haircut. She said, "sure", and asked me to wait until called.
Got to admit that after the strain of the flight and all that happened, I just dosed off waited for the call. "Are you up", a voice called out. I said, "sure." As we walked back to the chair, I noticed my 'barber' was a beautiful young gal and her uni was of the rather short variety. Well, the haircut proceeded and I found myself dosing off from time to time. I was half in and half out of consiousness.
Suddenly a voice called out, "do you want a blow job?" Startled, I looked up and saw this beautiful young thing holding a hair drier and repeating, "do you want one?" This was one of those times when the mind just could not catch up with the emotions. I didn't know how to respond.
Gotta tell you though...I now know of a wonderful place to get a haircut and blow job in DC if you're interested. Great action!
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