My friend told me about an odd experience at the hair salon, she said she didn’t know what had happened, but she wondered if I’d go for my next appointment to her salon and see what it was. The next week I went to her hairdresser for my root touch up. I brought a small camera which was in my purse, that I rested on the small shelf in front of me. I was in the chair and my scalp felt a bit funny, and the next thing I recalled I was at the counter paying after it was over. How could I have lost the last couple of hours?
I went home and my friend joined me and we watched what the camera had recorded. There must have been some drug in the hair dye, I was knocked out cold and we watched as the hair dresser pushed back the salon chair to a reclining position, lifted my skirt, fondled me and then fucked me. The salon had been empty when I went in. I guess when I was knocked out, he locked the door. He fucked me a few times and as I was coming to, arranged my clothing so I was as I was before. He’d done this while my hair processed.
I was shocked at the entire incident. I told her we could use this footage to blackmail him rather than go to the police. Maybe we could both profit handsomely from his actions. Money we could use more than his conviction that would net us nothing. Blackmail can be a very useful tool when used properly. I suffered no ill physical effects and remembered nothing, but he was going to pay for his actions, and I was only too happy to relive him of his money.
