Kasey with a K

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Kasey with a K

By Maxieplus

Prelude.

Adam Sutton had duly waited until his eighteenth birthday to come out to his parents. They were outwardly accepting, but unfortunately, their attitude towards him did change significantly overnight. His mother never called him darling, and his father didn't call him, son. He felt he was being ignored every time he walked into his home. He was a sort of accepting young adult, and he had figured that would be the last reaction he would get from them, but it could have been much worse for Adam Sutton, he was also so very stubborn.

Homelife started to become unbearable after a week or two, his mother was preoccupied all the time and she hardly spoke to him, his father was so tied up in work he never saw him, he thought they both were ignoring him, and probably hoping he would just go away, so he only had one choice. He accepted that they didn't love him anymore, and he would never give in to their horrible attitude towards him. So after one unbearable night of avoiding them, he gave up, he packed his things, then during the night, he left quietly, closing the back door forever behind him. Walking out alone into the late-night he felt a loss but elated he finally had some freedom, and as he took one last look at his family home he took a deep breath, lowered his head, and walked out of their lives, vowing never to return. He loved his family dearly and it hurt to make that decision but he was an adult now and was wanting to give them some space to deal with his revelation.

He never tried to stay in touch with them, and of course as far as he knew, which hurt him the most, they never even looked for him. He was all alone with nowhere to go, so he slept in the park until the sunrise broke through the clouds, he could now head into his new workplace and start his adult life for real.

Adam had finally finished his apprenticeship, his total results placed him in the top five hairdressing students Australia wide, so he had found it easy to get a job in a trendy salon in Brisbane. Trish was one of his new workmates, she was a couple of years older than him, and they had quickly become firm friends, and with Adams credentials, he was very much in demand by the salon's clients, and in no time he had a constant flow of personal clients of his own.

At first, he worked mainly on fashion parades and photoshoots, that's where the salons big money came from, and because he got extra money for this work, he had managed to save some at long last, and that's when he decided could survive and leave home. Trish helped him get a small apartment in her block, almost the same day, he had moved out of his family home. She then helped him gather up enough old furniture to make that small flat his new home.

Up to this stage, he had limited experience with other guys, but he was confident he could pull just about any guy he fancied in. His style was the brooding rock star look from the seventies, his long thick dark brown lanky hair was styled to the max, he never went out on the streets, or to work, looking like he needed a good wash. He had become an expert at looking sharp at all times. He was naturally muscly and had what is called a swimmers body, it was shaped well in all the right places, he was very lucky to have that type of body.

His look was something that came naturally to him, it wasn't learned in any textbook, he had the wow factor, and his grooming skills were exquisite. He was also a huge fan of the Deco era, the fifties, and sixties and sometimes the seventies, anything that was vintage he loved, and it showed up more in the way he dressed. He had invented his very own style to perfection. He would team a white t-shirt and a crisp dark-colored opened necked shirt that was never buttoned up at the front, teamed with jet black straight-legged jeans with turnups, and pointy-toed boots, they were his passion, this is what he called his basic uniform. It wasn't comical it was just pure chic and style.

For all his youthful unblemished olive skin Adam wasn't a pretty boy, he had a wise face with a square jaw, and people mistakenly thought him being a little older than he was. He was handsome, deadly seriously handsome, he always thought his soft pink full puffy lips were his best feature, but more common than not it was his Azure blue eyes that drew the most comments. They bordered on bright violet in certain lighting, he turned heads when he walked into a room. His thick dark eyebrows were manicured to the max, and his long dark lashes curled up naturally, both men and women adored him, and he found it very easy to make friends, especially with his customers and workmates at the salon.

One such client was a Mrs. Adele Banks, an elderly lady who had the same constitution as Adam, she never ventured outside without her makeup, handbag, gloves, and a sun hat, if it was a fine sunny day. Old school always turns heads, she had the look. She had done quite a lot of modeling in Europe in her younger days and knew all of the in-crowd, the stories she told fascinated Adam, to the point he sometimes was living in that wonderful time with her. She had married well and had lived a stress-free life with her husband in Brisbane.

Adam and Adele had a wonderful relationship, she would sit in his chair and tell him about all the adventures she and her now late husband had, and Adam loved talking to her about the good old days. He soaked up her fifties-era like a sponge, her sixties Mod era was fascinating because she lived in London at that very trendy time when fashion styles were changing just about every hour. She loved the way he attended to her hair, and the sweet gentle nature of his understanding if she was having an off day because underneath all that ladylike exterior was a very ill, sad frightened soul.

When she was getting worse health-wise, and couldn't make the salon anymore, he did a deal with her. He would go to her place and attend to her hair on his days off. They always had afternoon tea, and he took charge of her grooming, the deal was she had to tell him a different story each time they met, and he listened intensely at her wonderful crisp words. She would make a big deal out of it too by ordering far too many tea cakes from the local bakery, and sometimes when he was there, he would give her a good shoulder massage or they would just talk about new trends or makeup, but mostly their conversation subjects had to do with grooming and fashion throughout the years. Adam was well-read, and they laughed at many of the photos in her extensive photo library that Adam loved to look at every time he was in her wonderful company.

When Adele Banks passed away, Adam was at her bedside, he had just finished moisturizing her now dry skin, she had lost a lot of weight over the past few months, but he still did her lipstick and eyes. She took her last breath while he held her hand, then he sobbed miserably for the loss of his very dear friend. He didn't want to intrude on her family so he had slipped into the funeral and sat up the back. He listened to many stories about her wonderful life and he was glad to be holding just a little more of them in his heart.

The lawyers appeared out of nowhere a few days after the funeral and Adam was invited into their office to sit in on the reading of her last will. The letter he received had indicated that he had been mentioned in Adele's will. This shocked him, so when he met with one of his clients who was a solicitor, he instructed her to send a letter back stating, he will not be claiming anything from his dear friend's estate. He also had stated that this was her doing, not his wish. He asked the solicitor to put a footnote on the letter saying he was deeply saddened at their loss, and he would like to extend his condolences to her family.

That confused the lawyers and they called a private meeting with her immediate family, and the result was, he would be given no option. It was their sisters wish to do something magical for her friend Adam, her hairdresser and confidant and that left the final decision to her only sister Meryl.

The next letter was to instruct him to be at their city office at a certain date and time to discuss this further. He had no option but to go speak with them, and relay his thoughts face to face. He dressed smart casual as always, but to anyone on the street, he looked like he had just stepped out of an old fashion magazine.

He sat quietly in the reception area at what looked like a very old bank, which some of it was still in use today. The receptionist showed him through to a large conference room, an aging woman and a balding man in a suit were sitting at one end of a very large table. It was beautifully carved with at least twenty four matching mahogany chairs and polished like a mirror.

"Please sit down with us Mr. Sutton, would you like a coffee?"

"That would be very nice Mr. Walsham, thank you." The elderly lady lifted her eyebrows and looked across at Adam.

"May I call you Adam?" Mr. Walsham said.

"Of course you can, but I need to say right from the start, that if this is a meeting is to talk me out of claiming the bequest, with due respect, I'm all for it. I will sign anything you want just don't drag me through the courts. I can't afford it, and I don't want it, sir. I have some wonderful memories of Mrs. Banks, and that's more than enough for me."

He heard a giggle coming from the very staunch looking lady.

"Adam, this is Meryl, Meryl is Adele's younger sister."

"I am very pleased to meet you, I should have known by your bone structure you were a close relative. She had an amazing shape to her face too."

Silly thing to say, but he did mean it, this woman would have been very attractive also in her younger days.

He shook her offered hand then after the coffee and biscuits arrived he relaxed a little, and was now ready for anything they were going to throw at him.

"My sister was my best friend, she and I were inseparable when we were growing up, and I loved her like no other. I always looked to her for my inspiration, and I always thought she was the most beautiful woman on this planet. After she married Fred, he bought her back from London to her home here, and her family, and here she stayed until recently." She smiled, reflecting on the past.

Adam listened to Meryl's story.

"The reason I am talking to you today is that, whatever she was perceived as to the outside world, it was her inner thoughts and beauty that was on show to her closest friends and family, you are one of those friends Adam. I know she didn't tell you about her son John. It has always been too painful for her to talk about him, with anyone. But she did have a son, who she adored. He was ripped from her heart one terrible afternoon in Vietnam, where he took the full force of an explosion to save his fellow soldiers. He was awarded the Victoria Cross posthumously. After that horrible incident, my sister became a recluse, and we hardly spoke face to face because she just wouldn't talk about her pain to anyone." It was a revelation that Adam didn't know and he was saddened for his friend.

"She never said a thing to me, but I did notice a young man in her photo albums and wondered that maybe something awful had happened to him," Adam said quietly as he dropped his head.

"Well something did, and it nearly destroyed her. The reason I'm telling you now Adam is because of a few things, she was no fool, and neither am I, her only living blood relative. You changed her, you made her laugh again, and you gave me my beautiful sister back. You made her life bearable, whether you knew it or not, and for that alone, I thank you."

Adam went into shock and his eyes welled up, he didn't expect this sort of reception from Adele's family, and he certainly wasn't being her friend to cure her of anything, he just adored her the way she was.

"I am speechless, it wasn't my intention to have you go over painful memories, and I certainly don't think I made Adele relive them either, we were good mates. I loved her company, and I do know she liked mine."

"It's your eyes Adam, those almost bright violet-blue eyes, they are the same color as her dear sons. She told me one day she only had to look into your eyes and all her pain disappeared. You did do some healing whether you were aware of it or not, and I thank you sincerely once again." She smiled.

"I'm not sure you have anything to thank me for, if I helped you both in some small way then I am overjoyed. But as I said I wasn't her friend for what I could get out of her. I just loved her for what I saw in her, a beautiful soul that loved the same things as me."

"Well she was no fool, she would have pegged you as a money-hungry shop assistant straight away, and please don't get offended at my words, Adam. I am only trying to explain to you why you must take the bequest. She was very insistent that her best pal should get something from her estate, and now that I have met you, I am more than certain she was right in making that decision."

"I don't want anything, please Meryl, let's not even go there. Life's too short to argue over trinkets or money please I thank you, but no, I don't need it."

"Very well Adam, will you sign this document then?" Mr. Walsham the lawyer asked. Adam took up the pen and signed his bequest away, or so he thought.

"Good, and thank you, we must do tea one day. I think I would like to get to know you a little better Adam Sutton. If my sister believed in you, then I would like to see what she saw too, and I think I have seen a little of that today, Jack you can tell him now." She smiled.

"The document you have just signed is your acceptance of Adele's bequest, Adam. I will now get the ball rolling and finalize her will." He opened a box and handed Adam an envelope and a set of keys. Adam had the feeling he has just been had, and whether he liked it or not they were giving him the bequest. He wouldn't argue with them over it, and what's a few dollars anyway, to them it will only be a drop in the ocean from what Adele had told him in private. He decided to be quiet and just to accept the gift graciously.

"All I can say further is thank you. You know my feelings and it's hard to accept your kindness, but thank you." Adam smiled then Meryl said a little too excitably.

"Well don't dilly dally Adam, open it." She moved to sit on the edge of her chair.

He felt embarrassed as he quietly opened the envelope, he pulled out a bank cheque and a piece of paper with a city address on it. He nearly dropped his lunch when he saw all the zeros on the check, almost a million dollars had been bequeathed to him from his dear friend, what the hell did he do to deserve that much money.

"The money is to set you up in a salon of your own, and the address is where you will find your new city apartment. As I said my sister wasn't a fool, she knew that these two things were important to make you very happy, a salon of your own, and a proper home. And if you need any more help legally or financially she has also instructed us to help you in any way we possibly can. Congratulations Adam, and welcome to the family."

She stood up and walked around the table, she had Adam in her arms in an instant and whispered another thank you into his ear.

These were the events that happened to Adam Sutton as he began his life as an independent adult, he had only just turned twenty one when all this occurred. The events after that meeting were swift, and Adam was on a rollercoaster ride for many months. Meryl and he did become firm friends along the way and the extended family and friends used Adams's new salon exclusively, bringing some very upmarket clientele with them.

The apartment was a sub-penthouse in the heart of Brisbane, a huge green Art Deco building dating back to the thirties, it was superbly designed, and the untouched interior had been styled and crafted by an expert artist, it was situated at the head of the river with small ocean views, Adele chose this one well. Adams's passion for Deco surrounded him every day, from when he walked into the grand entrance, to stepping inside of his awesome apartment, he was surrounded by the style he loved. He couldn't fathom what it must be worth in today's market, but he accepted his dear friends present, and when he would sit on the vast balcony alone, he often thanked her silently for making his life a lot easier, and he missed her dearly every day.

He opened his salon just down the road from the apartment building, about a three hundred meters walk away. The building he bought was an old grain store warehouse, he had the front cleaned and restored and installed big stained and clear glass windows. The big old oak doors with highlighted side panels of multi-colored glass were of the era he loved. He then painted the interior to look like a flat white canvas, He fit it out with everything he and Adele had adored, from huge Venetian mirrors hanging from the twenty-foot ceiling to the biggest multi-colored chandeliers the salon's size could cope with. He had glass shelving that was loaded with trinkets from the past, but not too many, he didn't want to overcrowd the salon. It was a magical place to work in and the modern contemporize inner skin highlighted those wonderful old mementos that Adam had hand-picked.

There were eight work stations all with everything the stylist would need and each stylist was responsible for their tools of the trade. His prices weren't sky-high, but they were up there, he kept them a little above the normal walk in walk out salon ones, and his workmates were all hand-picked for their particular skills, not their looks. He ended up with six full-time stylists and four casuals.

His business took off at an alarming rate, but he never forgot his humble beginnings, he always took care of what he called, his regular off the street customers, and he never refused a client no matter what they wore, or how they looked. The first stylist he hired was his friend Trish, he also made her the manager because of her great organizational skills. She was also pretty damn hot, and she looked good at the reception desk, her personality and patience entertained many a client.

The only downside of his salon's location was, it was a few doors down from the Australian Federal police's headquarters. But the upside was some seriously hunky officers went by, going about their daily business. He didn't get any clients from that building, which didn't bother him one bit. Among the police officers and Detectives that walked past his salon every day were also a team of soldiers who protected the government holdings in the city, they had a full two floors of offices in that building. He had heard that most of the military men were billeted in a block of apartments about a mile away in a back street.

Life was good to Adam, and just after his twenty-first birthday, he was at the top of his game business and professionally wise. He no longer did the catwalks or weddings, he had a team of casual staff members on his books for that side of the business, it bought in big money and so did the clubs and theatres that were dotted around the back streets in his area.

He was also extremely lonely by this time, he had never found himself a regular partner because he was too busy to look for one. He relied on a quick head job in the local park toilets, or some office building restroom to satisfy his urges. He also went to the clubs with some of his colleagues, and never went home feeling randy. He always scored a quickie in the club toilets, or in the cruisy dark alley that ran behind his favorite one, the G club. But he was still lonely and missing a big chunk of companionship in his life.

He was pretty pleased with himself business-wise, but he was still so alone inside. It wasn't because he didn't get any offers for following updates or clandestine meetings, it was because his work got in the way. He loved what he was doing, and he was very good at it.

That was until one day early in July. The autumn months had arrived and there was a chill in the air when Adam arrived for work. He opened the front door and stepped inside, his nostrils reacted to all the wonderful sweet perfumes that a salon made naturally with all the sprays and lotions that are applied throughout the day.

He took a deep breath and headed for the tea room to put the hot water urn on, the girls and guys will want a coffee when they arrive, with this chill they will need something to warm them up. He also tidied up the basket that held the cup of soups, noodles, and biscuits, then added fresh rolls that he had bought at the café in his apartment block.

He sat at the tea room table listening for the bell and that's when his real story began.

Please read on.

Kasey with a K

Chapter 1

Trish was first through the door and he greeted her with a kiss, she was a gorgeous blonde girl about twenty six. She also had her own look and she never walked around, she swished like any confident lady would. Trev, his resident straight twink was next to arrive with Janice his much loved teenage apprentice. Anne and Eva appeared looking just like they had stepped out of a day of pampering at the salon, they were coiffed to the max. And then there was Tim, tall blonde, built and frightening handsome. He had come from London on a holiday, and he had came in to apply for a part time position. I instantly liked him a lot, and his credentials were so good he was hired full time immediately.

They grabbed their coffees and hung up their coats and scarves then started to get ready for work. I unlocked the front doors and we were open for business.

I was greeted by my first client and had a great fun time with her, it's always good when your first client is fun, it sets the mood for the rest of the day. While I waited for my next client I moved to the front desk and started looking over the bookings again, we were booked solid all week and there was a stack of hopeful clients waiting for last-minute cancellations, but that rarely ever happened. I heard the bell on the door tinkle and looked up from the desk. I came face to face with a young rugged God, he looked so out of his comfort zone. He was wearing a camouflage uniform, and at first, I thought he had walked through the wrong door until I heard his deep voice say.

"G'day mate, do you do shaving here?"

"Yes we do, when would you like to book in?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, do I need to make an appointment or something?" He blushed, which added to his gorgeousness when that happened, and I won't go into the sexiness of his casual stance.

"Normally yes, but I have some time to attend to it now. If you would like to step this way please sir." I put my brightest smile on as I led the young God over to my work station. I got him seated then I did my thing with the smock which I firmly secured around his neck.... okay I lingered, just a little.

"Thanks for this mate, I haven't got the time to do it myself, and I need to look my best tonight, it's going to be a big one for me."

"Well, why don't you tell me all about it, you have my undivided attention sir, so use your quiet time with me wisely." I laughed.

"I'm going to ask my girlfriend to marry me." My stomach churned, what a waste, this magnificent creature is going to take himself off the market. He's too young looking, and if it wasn't for that dreadful army crew cut I would be on my knees right now asking him to marry me instead. I can fantasize too, but I know that will never happen, nothing like that will ever happen to me.

"Congratulations sir, I hope you get the answer you expect from the lovely lady," I smirked.

"Cut out the sir bit will you, it's Kasey with a K and your?"

"Adam with an A, at your service, do you want a good shave or an awesome one, Kasey with a K?" I laughed.

He sort of smiled, I saw his full puffy lips crease, when he answered.

"A bloody awesome one Adam, what the fuck do you think I came in for, a quick scrape? I can do that at home."

Umm rugged rough uncouth brawny extremely friendly and good looking to boot, just right up my alley. I can only dream of finding a man like this, he ticks all my boxes....sigh.

"Right, one awesome shave coming up Mr. Kasey with a K."

I smiled as I sharpened the cut-throat razor on the leather belt attached to my work station. I sometimes get asked by the ladies to do some shaving, especially mustaches that randomly appear on their upper lips. No biggie, I just whip out my trusty razor and hairs begone in an instant. And of course, I always shave at home with one, they give the closest smoothest shave in the world.

He settled down into the chair with his big six foot two frame, and his solid legs parted to help him slide down a bit more

"Let's get you more comfortable." Then I made him sit up a bit and then I lowered the chair so he was almost lying flat, he parted his legs and I was enjoying the bulging far too much. Yes, I am also a hopeless pervert.

I grabbed the shaving mug and brush then started applying the foamy liquid to his awesomely structured face, and nearly cracked a horn when I met his pale blue eyes as we made contact. I wanted to linger, but it's not the proper thing to do, especially with tough military guys, they will have you out in the back car park, and up against a wall beating the shit out of you in an instant.

The actual shave didn't take me that long, I had learned my craft from an expert. I believe you can cut-throat shave perfectly within seven to eight strokes, I always erred on the cautious side and did it in twelve.

"So what arm of the forces are you with Kasey?"

"The anti-terrorist division, bomb technician. I disarm bombs on-site, a seeker for a better word." I almost fainted at his revelation, I knew what he was required to do from watching many a war movie in my early years. I stood back opened mouthed and stared at him again.

"So, you put yourself in danger to clear a pathway for the rest of your men?"

"Something like that Adam, I don't like to talk about it too much, but you have it almost right. It's dangerous work, but if you know what you're doing it's not that bat shit crazy."

"My God, you amazing unselfish person. How did you even decide to go into that field? I mean did you apply for it, or were you just told that is where you belonged?" He laughed.

"No I applied for it, I did my degree and training in Canberra. Then I moved into becoming a bomb disposal technician, specializing in land mines." He looked down at his hands.

"My superiors thought I was ideal for this placement, analytical, attention to detail, communication, all of that is required for the job and they deemed me all of those things, which is confusing, because I don't see myself that way, at all." For someone that doesn't like to talk about his job, he's doing a great job of explaining it all to me, but his head was still down and I got the feeling he was trying to tell me something, or he was trying to convince himself he made the right choice. I placed my fingertips on his chin and moved his head back up gently.

"I was sent with my team here to Brisbane because it's starting to settle down overseas. So here I am all trained up with nowhere to go except troll the airport and government buildings all day." He had a gorgeous smile, I have never seen such full lips on a man before, they danced as he spoke, and I wanted to talk to him forever, just to listen to his deep vocal tones. Those blue eyes were also lighting up as he spoke, but I had finished his shave and I began wiping him off with a warm cloth, revealing his handsome face once again.

I did some touch-ups, I could smell his minty breath as I looked closer. I then moved the chair to the upright position.

"Very interesting, I don't mean any disrespect Kasey, but don't you get shit scared sometimes?" He had already said too much, I knew that because he did go quiet, he ignored my words which I was good with, and he had started disrobing, yes he was shit scared.

"Just for today, we are throwing in an awesome shoulder massage for free, how about it, no sex involved just a good solid massage." I laughed at his shocked face, I've now gone too far, I know it.

He took his time as I stood there drinking him in, he was a God and I think his name was Lust. I didn't want him to leave me so soon, and it seemed to me there wasn't anyone around, just us two together.

A wicked grin came across his face and he indicated for me to come closer, he wanted to whisper to me. I leaned in and he said.

"Yes, but I would like the sex too." That made me laugh a bit too loud and he laughed along with me, as I uncontrollably blushed, when I looked up all eyes in the salon were on me, or were they on my Kasey, with a K.

He sat down again and this time I did lever the seat up a bit. I started massaging his shoulders and neck, he was full-on raw hard muscle, and he was also very knotty. I had to work hard to loosen it all up. He moaned as my hands worked their magic, and my imagination was going wild as I felt every muscle that curved over his gorgeous broad shoulders. It would have been better if he had taken his shirt off, but I was content with what I was dealt with.

"Good, you're all done, you can pay Trish at reception on your way out, and it was very nice to meet you Kasey, with a K. Good luck with the proposal tonight, but I think you are too awesome and too young to be taking yourself off the market just yet. But love is love, and what will be, will be. Thank you for your service, and I hope we meet again sometime, take care." I smiled then shook his hand, I would have curtsied, but that's not really my thing.

I spied my next client waiting in the coffee area, so I walked Kasey to the reception counter. My friend Trish was manning the bookings today, and she was all smiles when she spotted my special client walk over. I think she nearly peed herself, she was so red and nervous when he almost came face to face with her.

"Trish this is Kasey, he just had one of my awesome shaves, no charge for the shoulder massage, just the shave. Kasey, I hope you visit us again real soon, and it was a pleasure to meet you." I went to walk off but Trish interrupted my movement and said.

"Just a tick Adam. Tim wants to know if we are going to G Club on Saturday night, there's a new show apparently and he wants numbers, so he can book a table."

"Oh, I don't know Trish, maybe, tell him to book me a seat anyway." I looked at Kasey again he was about to walk out the door, his ass was superb in those tight pants, I could tell it was well rounded and as hard as a rock, and that waist, it was so tiny.

"Good luck tonight Kasey with a K."

"Thank you for everything Adam with an A." He winked.

He then waved over his head, and I got a hint of a smile as the door closed behind him. I couldn't help but think he was smirking at me. I don't do camp, at least I think I don't, so he wouldn't be certain if I was gay or not, god I'm going to give myself a horrible complex now.

"Ciao Nona Zena, long time no see my lovely. What are we going to do for you today? And before you start, I can't work miracles on perfection, but we can only try."

"Oh stop it Adam, you know what I want, it's what I always want, for you to marry me, and become this old Nona's sex slave. But I know that's never going to happen to this lonely old married lady. Now the next best thing I want is a good trim and some highlights to hide these awful grey hairs." She giggled as I offered her coffee and a good comfy seat to sit on, she passed me a plastic container full of her homemade biscuits.

"Highlights coming up my lovely, and I heard on the grapevine your husband is a bit of a pin-up boy, are you sure he doesn't do it for you?" More giggles and a pinch on the bum for me. Okay it's expected of me to be a bit campy with the customers, but I'm sure I wasn't with Kasey, now I feel so guilty about saying the sex word to him, I can live in hope though. Zena and I had a wonderful catch-up, her quips matched mine one for one, and the salon always came alive whenever she came to visit us because she always bought biscuits or cakes and passed them around the salon.

My day was a little less busy after she finally left, and I did manage to have lunch for half an hour. I walked down to the waterside and grabbed a sandwich to eat while watching the waves lap at the shoreline. It's Autumn time, and the chill in the air will quickly turn to full-on bone freezing Winter soon, especially living so close to the water. I thought about Kasey while I ate, he was a first-class hunk, but his job was awful, bomb disposal of all things, and he specialized in land mines, so he told me.

I suppose it's a lot more technical nowadays, my heart was beating a special prayer for him and his mates who sacrifice so much for our freedoms. When I was a kid I watched quite a few war movies, so I had a grasp on what he did for a job. I must admit it was the tight uniforms that got me interested in the Military at such a young age, it was the case of spotting the bulges and many times I replayed a particular scene if something caught my eye.

After lunch I got to help Trev with a difficult decision, his customer wanted all her hair cut short, she had the most magnificent head of long hair.

She was in two minds, as she told us it had been growing since she was a little girl, but now she thinks she needs to change. He told her it's too drastic and he was reluctant to cut it short, that's when he called me over.

After he went to take my next client for me I wheeled a saddle seat over and introduced myself, I wanted to chat with her first.

I found out her name was Susan, she was in a very loving marriage with her husband of two months, but wanted to change her look because she thought she wasn't a little girl anymore, she was now a grown woman. I talked to her quietly and she convinced me that she wanted to change her look to a more individual one, one she owns. I knew what she was talking about, she wasn't saying it out loud though. She was still being treated like a little kid, and her hair didn't help one bit. She would get a nice top-notch styling from this master cutter.

"Now Susan do you want a haircut or a totally different new look?"

"Hard question Adam, I will leave it all up to you, but I would ideally love something created just for me if that's even possible. Something that says sophistication, but feminine." She giggled.

I didn't like doing it, but I completely understood where she was coming from, and while I tied the long lengths into sections I did ask her a few times if she was sure.

"Something has to change Adam, and I know I have made the right decision. I need this change so desperately. I want my husband to see me as a woman, not some dreamy-eyed school kid. I am hoping that the look I end up with will put me on the right track to be the best I can throughout my life. A little like your look actually, individuality, you own it. I want to own my look too." She smiled.

I heard the ladies gasping as I clipped away at the tresses with my sharp scissors. It took me nearly over an hour to get it to the final cutting stage. I saw tears but I reassured myself they were because she was mourning her childhood. I dyed it a darker shade to match her overall European skin, then I cut more and styled it. I added curls that sat delicately on her shoulders. I then saw it, although fleetingly, and when I really looked, the likeness was uncanny.

The applause was loud, and the beaming smile on Susan's face was priceless as I turned her around in her chair so she could look in the mirror. She looked so gorgeous and started crying, I passed her a tissue.

"Now, I want you to let me apply a little makeup, just a little to highlight your cheeks and beautiful eyes." She nodded okay.

She looked like a carbon copy of Sophia Loren when we had finished, but I wasn't finished just yet.

"Now, the next thing for you to do is to complete your new look is to go buy yourself a very nice fifties or sixties outfit. If you're going to look like a movie star you should play the part. Try the vintage shop on the corner they have some awesome outfits. If you want I can come with you."

"What are we talking Adam?"

"Big skirts ropes of pearl, polka dots a good pair of red court shoes with big heels, a vintage handbag and most of all sunglasses that scream Hollywood, think Sophia Loren." I grinned she looked again and gasped.

"My husband loves her."

"Well, he will love her, even more, when he lays his eyes on you tonight."

After she thanked me many times, she almost glided out of the salon, and I saw her heading for the shop on the corner. I don't know if her life will be any happier, but she sure did look a lot more grown-up and sophisticated. Her new hairstyle was rich, thick, and awesome. I packed her old locks into a shoebox to be sent to a wig maker I dealt with. Susan will get a nice check in the mail for selling them, it will almost pay for her new look.

After doing three more clients, I at long last locked up for the day and started my trek home. I will make some noodles for dinner and grab a bottle of wine from the bottle shop. I hated passing the Federal building there is always cops and army personnel hanging around the front, either talking or having a ciggy, but sometimes the eye candy is too good to resist.

Today was no different as I walked by, I heard some catcalls coming from some military guys getting out of a black SUV. It muted my mood, I'm not girly just different. I thought about giving them the finger, but when I looked over at them Kasey was front and center, so I thought better of it. It put a slight damper on my awesome day for sure.

I was tired when I finally got in, and I needed a good soak, so I ate my noodles then went to fill a tub. After I added the bubbles I undressed and made sure my well rounded firm butt was still attached to my slimline frame, it had been pinched six times today, the worst offender was Nona Zena, she's a very naughty lady.

Giggling to myself I slipped beneath the water with a glass of wine and started winding down for the day. My bathroom was pure vintage Hollywood. It had a large bath with two columns at each end, the tiles were a striking green yellow and burgundy with a patch of pink now and then, and they continued around the bottom half of the bathroom, a huge V-shaped deco mirror hung from a long chain over the big clamshell pink washbasin, I loved this room so much.

My mind drifted as it always does to Adele, and I mused that her and I could have done wonders with Susan's new look, if she had let us loose on it. Then as I soaped up my ample dick my thoughts were with Kasey. I could still smell his raw scent and feel his hard muscles on my hands, the pull I had next was needed urgently and I opened my legs to rest them on the lip of the bath tub, then I had a mind blowing slow deep orgasm thinking about what his well-shaped body would feel like naked, laying on top of me.

I dried myself and checked in the mirror, there wasn't anything out of place, then I put my robe on and walked out to the living room. This place is a museum of Deco highlights, the entry hall had a wrought iron security gate that was just pure theatre, and I loved looking at its swirls and details. It seemed to gently sway in the dull light of the entrance hall pendant lights.

I flipped the TV on, then I made up a heap of boiled vegetables while I listened to the news. I usually keep a big tub of them to graze on when I don't feel like cooking.

I looked out onto the balcony and saw dark clouds on the horizon, I suppose we are in for a storm tonight. I don't mind listening to the rain it soothes me and calms my brain. I know everything will be clean and crisp smelling in the morning, and if it's a sunny morning that always put a spring in my step. I was thinking about the Military boys that cat called me, and wondered if Kasey had said anything to them about me being campy, but I couldn't come up with an answer because he was a great guy, and I couldn't imagine him dogging me with his mates. It happens, not often, just every now and then. I am immune to it but it was a little out there today because Kasey was there, they had embarrassed me in front of him.

By the weekend I had wanked myself silly over my encounter with my special forces man, and was looking forward to going to the G club with the girls and boys from work. I usually hook up with someone I know, but mostly there is some cutie or hunk in the men's toilet or out the back lane waiting for a piece of action. I don't go there that often, but tonight I had to get out and meet some like-minded people. Well Kaseys visit has horned me up something shocking.

I preened and primped myself into next week, my hair of course was perfectly cut, to just sitting on my shoulders its dark colour matched my olive skin beautifully. When I looked in the mirror there was nothing out of place, I am my worst critic, but as I said in my intro It's just something that comes naturally with me. Okay, I'm fanatical about my appearance.

I dragged on my black jeans with cuffs, and tied them up with a nice belt, no hipsters for me just a nice waist high pair. I usually buy a half size too big for me so I can showcase my bulge and bum off, my ass sits better if the pants are a bit looser, if they are too tight they seem to flatten my look. I didn't care if they had folds in them because I felt sexy wearing that style. A jet black T-shirt, and a deep peacock blue shirt hung unbuttoned from my shoulders, collar standing up and rolled up sleeves that complemented my chest and arms. I was finally ready to go meet and greet the beautiful people of Brisbane.

As I walked down a few streets and turned right. I got a couple of stares, but no cat calls. I felt good and was looking forward to some male company after I have a drink, because I need a bit of Dutch courage, before I cruised.

I arrived at the noisy venue, and after buying a drink I then looked around for our table. I ran into Tim talking to a couple of big breasted show girls, he pointed me in the right direction. After greeting a table full of workmates and some young clients, I sat next to Eva and sipped on my drink. The cruising was insane, and it never let up. I got stared at a lot even some winks, as I laughed my way through the early night. The show was a two part one and the best I have seen at this venue up until now. It was hilarious and I laughed my guts out, and congratulated Tim on his wig styling skills, they were huge on the ladies heads to the point of being sort of cartoonish.

Tim had come to Australia from the UK, on a working holiday. He walked into the salon one morning and I hired him on the spot, his credentials were amazing. He had done a lot of theatre wig work and the queens loved him. Nearly six feet tall short curly blonde hair three day growth, and two arms full of tattoos. He worked out and his body was awesome and so was his personality. Me thinks he likes the big breasted showgirls, because he's always staring at them.

I was playing it down tonight and didn't dance all that much, but I was feeling a bit randy after the first show. I took myself back to the toilets to cruise a bit, and to have a genuine piss.

One minute I was standing at the urinal and the next I was in the stall with my jeans down and I was chock a block up some awesome piece of ass. Jack had seen me come in, and because we have a history of screwing off and on in these toilets, it didn't take him long to get me going. He was a beautiful screw, and had an awesome body. I couldn't resist getting him almost nude while I played in his manly regions. I needed that so much, the deep seated tensions I had built up all week disappeared within seconds of entering him. I am usually a top, but I have been known to bottom randomly, if the guy is worth it.

I bought him a drink and we talked about anything and nothing while we watched the crowd on the dance floor. I won't try for another round tonight Jack had drained me. He was suddenly whisked away to dance with a very nice twink in stretch shorts, not a look I was attracted too at all, but he was cute

"Would you like another drink Adam with an A?" Was whispered deep in my ear.

I turned around and came face to face with Kasey, he was smiling and blushing at the same time, his eyes were excited and were staring straight into mine. I grinned because I was more than happy to see him again.

"Yes, thank you Kasey with a K, just a glass of dry white."

He ordered our drinks, but he kept looking back at me, he was awesome in his civvies, and I tried to drink the whole picture in as he leaned on the bar, he had on a very tight T-shirt that stretched over his muscled arms like it was liquid paint, and light pale blue jeans that looked like they were worn in all the right places. I did notice a large bulge, but I didn't want to embarrass him in public. From what I glimpsed he was packing some serious meat in there, but his hairstyle and stance gave his military persona away, and some the guys around us started moving in to get closer to him.

I moved us over to a vacant table and we sat and sipped on our drinks until the initial uncomfortable embarrassment left us.

"So, why are you here in this house of decadence. I thought you would have long gone off into the sunset with your new fiancée."

He didn't answer me, he was too busy watching the crowd dancing. But when he finished his initial surveillance he put his fist down on his knee and elbow on the table and said.

"I didn't ask her, I took my stylists advice and decided I was too young to tie myself down, thank you Adam with an A. I must come to see you more often." He grinned.

"Well, you didn't have to take me so literally you know. I don't know the situation you're in Kasey, I hope she wasn't too upset with you."

"Not at all, she didn't know I was thinking about asking her, so there's no harm done. I was uncertain for weeks before I came into your shop." He took another drink.

"Well that says it all then, something was off in the relationship." I said, he laughed, and replied.

"It was your, too young comment, that made my mind up, I'm almost twenty seven, but thank you for the compliment on being too young to get married."

"I wouldn't have guessed it Kasey, you look much younger."

There was a pause while he had another sip of his drink.

"So what did lure you to come here?"

"I don't know, I live a pretty boring life, and for once I thought I would get out and see how the other half lives, and by the looks of it they are all doing fine." He looked at the dancers again, he also tapped his large hand on the table to the music.

"Well it doesn't hurt to let your hair down a bit, God knows life's such a bitch sometimes, it's good to let go."

"Sure, I know what you're saying. I have never been in a gay club before. This is amazing, but I'm a bit scared I will run into somebody from work or something."

"Don't worry about it, I will rescue you from the big bad army thugs if they pick on you, but if they are in here you have to ask the question, why?" I laughed because his arms were like anvils, he could probably annihilate anyone that came anywhere near him.

"Adam, I'm sorry about the guys whistling the other day, it's not what they are trained for, you didn't deserve it."

"It's okay Kasey, I'm used to it especially when I walk past the federal building. I usually cross the road but sometimes I forget, all's good."

"I know you do, I have seen you a lot in the past few months." Then he said before I could answer.

"Well, you shouldn't have to put up with a bagging, I have spoken to them, and they have promised to cool it. But some of them don't get it, but I tried anyway." He grinned.

"I guess if you were shouting orders to me I would shut up too, you're seriously one butch technician." He laughed louder, his eyes popped, I think I made a joke, but maybe not. He shouted back at me.

"Lieutenant Technician to you boy." We both laughed and some more information was passed over to me.

"Do you want to join my friends over at that table, the second show is about to start soon." I was so desperate to sit next to him and smell his aroma, plus to show him off a little.

"Sure, you don't mind?"

"Not at all, just keep in mind if your ass gets pinched it only means someone's drunk or likes your look, it doesn't mean they all want to fuck you, okay?" He laughed then put a sad look on his gorgeous face.

"Is that what you meant by no sex involved when you massaged my shoulders?" I had to laugh, so I steered him to the table, and of course all eyes were on him, and I had secretly absolutely fallen totally in love with my military man.

We sat at the end of the table so we had a better view, he laughed so much during the show, and I noticed again all eyes were on him, even Eva's who was sitting on the other side of us, Kasey and her had been chatting away. I didn't know how he was feeling about it, and after a few more drinks he was talking along with the crew and was more and more relaxed and looking like he fit in, sort of. I suppose it was a big thing for him to come here, and I probably won't ever find out why, but it interested me.

"Thank you for an amazing night Adam, I have to get back, it's an early start for me in the morning." He was still grinning.

"You're welcome Kasey with a K, take care and I have had a great night with you here, you have made my week." I smiled.

He did an odd thing next and leaned in and hugged me, I melted in his strong arms when he whispered in my ear.

"You're welcome Adam with an A, and it was so good to see you again."

After that night I accepted that I would probably never see him again, but I was once again proven wrong and I had no idea that a big wakeup call was just around the corner, for me.