I saw a clip on social media of an outrageously sexy hairstylist cutting hair in a miniskirt with her cleavage on full display, so I visited her salon with obvious ulterior motives. She was really there, serving customers in the same revealing outfit. During my eyebrow trim, her soft white tits nearly spilled from her top; while she shampooed me, she deliberately pressed them onto my face. She noticed my erection and whispered that after clearing my head, she should relieve something else too, then secretly gave me a titjob where the other customers couldn’t see. When I couldn’t get another appointment and visited a different salon, she flew into a jealous rage on my return, seduced me again, and this time fucked me right there. I stayed away afterward, but she messaged every day until I reluctantly rebooked—only to receive a six-figure bill because my coupon no longer applied. I finally realized she wanted my bookings, cock, money, and attention. When I ignored her, she used my customer details to find my home and arrived offering a house call. I may never escape this hairstylist.