Styling
Felix gets Ali a job opportunity at WRU.
Loosely aligned with the Pet Safety Series. Follows [Felix].
Content / warnings: BBU, an outsider being drawn into the system, reluctant(?) whumper pov. BBU-typical dubcon/noncon implied at the end; not explicit. Something more about WRU demo pets.
Ali had left early in the morning, after their first night. But on the kitchen counter, Felix had found a wrapped up sandwich, a bottle of water and an Aspirin. A phone number had been written all over the sandwich bag. Let me know if you liked it - A.
Smiling, Felix had texted him a photo of his lunch in the park behind the facility, careful not to reveal the location.
Ali had replied with a photo of a sandwich just like the one he'd made him, not hiding his work place, a luxury hair salon down town. Oh, look what I'm having! It's a match.
One thing led to the other, one night to the next, and to Felix' own surprise Ali grew into a constant in his life, the light touch of his kisses, the warmth of his body, the smell of his cooking, the sight of his dark eyes drinking him in in the morning.
*
"You don't actually sell cars, do you?"
It was one of the days where Ali worked an afternoon shift, while Felix had to get ready in the morning. With one leg in the dress pants, Felix paused and turned towards Ali.
"Does it matter?"
"Depends." Ali stared at him, hesitating. "Is it people?"
"Depends," Felix replied. "Some would say so. It's a matter of definition, really." He pulled the pants over his other leg and zipped them close. A part of him was getting ready to run and not see Ali again. Would be a shame, really. He'd started to like him. "They were people once. They signed up for it though."
"Pets." Ali stated it without judgement, only mild curiosity. "You're selling pets. You work for WRU?"
"Mh." Felix met Ali's gaze. "Does it... change things?"
Ali squinted, lost in thought for a moment, before he shook his head. "You think it should?"
"I've had dates who got judgmental." Felix shrugged. "It's a pretty controversial business."
"We do have pets in the salon sometimes." Ali pushed himself up in the bed. "A handful of our clients own Guards or Romantics. They bring them in, too, and we style them. I don't judge." He picked up Felix shirt and tossed it to him. "I do judge you for lying to me."
"I would've told you," Felix said, catching the shirt, heart racing at the boldness of his next suggestion. "In fact, Ali, I think I might have a job for you."
***
Ali Beheshti was and had always been a cautious man. His parents had been refugees, and a lot of their mannerisms and fears had been passed down to him. Don't trust the system. Don't trust people who pretend to know what's good for you. Stick to your own business. Always know a way out.
The first time the gates of a WRU facility slid open for him and then closed behind you with a small hiss, he wondered how Felix Kane had made him so readily betray this very part of himself.
Then Felix jogged up to him with that easy smile of his that could light up an entire room, and Ali forbid his thoughts to venture further down that route.
"So glad that you could make it! Big day today. Important client, some heartbroken youtuber who's been talked into a bet that not even a WRU pet could make him not think about his ex. However this trial ends, our products will be on thousands of screens, and I want them to look great."
Ali slapped the large trolley that held his equipment, swallowing down the unease roiling in his stomach. "I've got my red carpet set with me. I can make them camera ready."
They stepped into an elevator, and Felix pressed a kiss on the side of Ali's neck. "You're a saviour."
"Thank me later." Ali gently pushed Felix away. "This is a professional call, remember?"
"Sure." Felix grinned and swiped his id over the keypad. "I will thank you alright, love."
Ali eyed the keypad. Designed to make sure nobody could get in without a permission. Or out. "These pets," he said. "They signed up for this, right?"
"'Course they did." Felix raised an eyebrow. "They all do. Otherwise it would be illegal, wouldn't it? The ones you're going to meet - our demo pets - they have heartbreaking pasts. They're so much better off with us than they've been before. WRU saved them."
"Then why does the security look like a prison?"
Felix didn't miss a beat. "Maybe it rather looks like bank? They're worth a lot. Them and us put a lot of effort into training them to be at their best. People want to steal them. Others want to liberate them. Idiots, really. Our pets don't want to be liberated." He cast Ali a warm smile. "They're very obedient. You're safe. You don't need to worry."
"I, um. Never mind." He had not worried about that. He was too sceptical, probably. Definitely. Right? His parents had just messed him up with their fear of evil governments and imprisonment. "I... Why don't give me a quick run down already? How many are there, what styles do you want? A story you want their looks to tell?"
There were eight in Felix' responsibilty, Ali learned, eight of the so-called Romantics, various genders, various ethnical backgrounds, various stories to tell. The girl next door, the buff teddy bear, the quiet enigma, the dirty little secret, the soft dreamer, the confident performer, the spoiled princess, the devoted servant. Ali didn't dare ask, how the roles were assigned. How the people they'd been before were moulded into these shapes. It all had happened before. They signed up for it. Felix just did the sales part. And Ali just styled them. It wasn't as if his real life clients didn't come to him with stories just like these as well. Just yesterday one of hie regulars had requested to be styled like "Sin itself". This was just another job, one that challenged him in the best ways, one that paid extraordinilarily well - and one that would do a favor to the man he'd love to call his boyfriend some day. A great chance, that's what this was. Nothing less, nothing more.
Felix introduced him to the pets, one by one. They weren't supposed to be in the room together, he explained, only with clients present. Having them bond, to influence each other, would mess with their carefully calibrated training. Ali didn't try to understand that; these intricacies of Felix' job didn't need to bother him.
All of the pets that sat down in the chair in front of him shared an extraordinary beauty. All shared a quiet obedience, and the same set of mannerisms. And all of them flirted with Felix, who just replied with a generous smile. This was the one thing that did bother Ali. But then again, when Felix looked away from them, and at Ali, to give some quiet pointers at what to do, Felix' smile shifted into another one, a more private, cheeky, honest one. These were pets. Ali was a person. It wasn't the same.
"That's Noor," Felix said, when he brought over the last one, a slim man with long black hair an almost ethereal elegance to his movements. He was pierced in his lip and eyebrow, and as easily to see through his fishnet top, also elsewhere on his body. Ali found himself wonder, if that was all of it. Then, if that was exactly what he was meant to wonder about. He inhaled softly, counted to ten, hoping to banish the faint blush creeping up in his cheeks. Or the thought, of how well Felix would know the answer to that.
"Good morning, Mister Ali," Noor said softly.
"Noor?" Ali raised a brow. "A Persian name?"
"He got here right after I met you." Felix smiled. "Couldn't stop thinking about you. So I named him in your honor."
"That's-" Ali frowned. Creepy, a part of his mind whispered. Sweet, another part insisted. "Special," he settled.
Noor slid into the chair in front of him, gaze cast down, not meeting Ali's in the mirror. What had Felix said in that first night? About one of his so called "cars"? Totalled, by a client. Had to be replaced. Noor must've been the replacement. How long would he make it, then? How long the others? Ali swallowed, reached for Noor's long hair instead, letting his hands run through them carefully. It was beautiful, smooth and heavy and soothing. Could need a little more conditioner, maybe. Better care for the tips.
"Noor's the dirty little secret," Felix said, almost affectionate. "I want his hair open, shining, but in a way that makes you want to grab it, pull him around by it, you know?"
Ali wasn't sure if it was the request that made him shiver, or the way he exactly knew the feeling Felix described.
"I do", he said, his voice cracking a little. "I can do that. I'll wash his hair first, add a little treatment."
Felix nodded. "He's been good. You can be gentle."
He'd been like that before, too. Advised Ali, on how gentle to be, as if the hair styling was a part of a regimen of rewards and punishment.
Ali had mostly ignored it. He was always gentle. It would make him a horrible hairdresser, not to take care of the people- humans- beings, in the chair in front of him.
"Sure," he said anyways, and gestured Noor over to the washing basin. He checked the water temperature himself - he'd learned already at pet number three, that they'd say the temperature was fine with perfectly content smiles and soft voices, regardless if it was scalding or freezing. "You good?", he asked, still, mostly from habit.
Noor hummed in reply, a soft, peaceful noise, as Ali gently started massaging his scalp under the warm water.
Ali looked up at Felix, leaning in the door with his arms crossed, watching them with a soft smile. "He's enjoying it," he observed. "I'd love to switch places."
"Later," Ali said.
Noor's shoulders seemed to relax, his breath slowing, as Ali's fingers deftly worked his temples. He wondered quietly, how often the pets received something like that. A reward like that. And what it was for. What being good might encompass.
"You look good together," Felix said. "My favorite pet. And my... favorite person."
"Shush", Ali hissed, unable to hide the blush in his cheeks. "We're working."
"He's asleep." Felix nodded at Noor. "You're doing wonders on him. And it's good. He needs to relax anyway. I'm not meant to do favorites of course, but he is the best of them. I bet he'll be chosen today."
"Quiet," Ali muttered. His favorite person. He hadn't expected how nervous these words would made him feel. "I can't focus."
"I find it hard, too." Felix winked. "I'll think about this picture all day."
Ali reached for the conditioner and decidedly stared down onto Noor's beautiful, ink black hair, determined not to let Felix' words overwhelm him.
Thankfully, Felix did vanish shortly after, probably doing whatever else he needed to prepare for the evening, and Ali could focus on his job.
Felix returned, just as Ali finished blow drying Noor's hair. The pet looked stunning - of course he did. Ali was good at his job, after all. He worked out some strands, artfully twisting them, before he spun the chair towards Felix. "What do you think?"
"Stunning," Felix said, gaze more on Ali than on his model. "There's just something missing, for that freshly fucked look I was going for."
Ali frowned, ready to lash out against that criticism, but Felix was faster, looking at Noor now.
"Noor, dear, do you like what my friend did?"
"Yes, Felix." For the first time, Noor did look up at Ali in the mirror, a shy smile dancing on his pierced lip. "He was very nice."
"I think so, too. And I think you should thank him properly, don't you?"
Noor nodded, and before Ali could properly react to the innuendo, even make sense of what he wanted, his mind lost somewhere between Noor's smile and Felix' voice, the pet swung himself over the chairs armrest and dropped on his knees in front of Ali, looking up at him from deep brown eyes. His teeth played with the piercing in his lower lip, and there was a small dimple in one cheek, when he smiled.
Ali was dizzy. "I-- I don't think-"
"I can't tip you as you deserve, this is a company invoice after all," Felix said. "But I - we - can make you feel good anyway. Believe me. Noor will blow your mind." He smirked. "Literally."
"I- I styled his hair, but-" Ali wanted this. He didn't want it. His pants were awfully tight suddenly, his mind blank. Fuck. He should've been prepared, right? Had he been? Did he want this? He wondered how that piercing would feel.
"I respect if you don't want it, of course, I do, I just thought..." Felix voice was soft. "My boyfriend deserves some relaxation, too."
There was a soft touch between his legs, a hand moving over to his zipper. Ali didn't fight it. Boyfriend. Felix called him his boyfriend. And he wanted him to feel good. Noor wanted it, too. And fuck, if Ali's body wasn't craving it as well.
Felix smiled and stepped in.
"Boyfriend, huh?" Ali asked, huskily, as he felt his pants pulled down, and soft lips wander down his hips.
"If you want to be?"
Ali nodded, unable to speak, and Felix's lips found his just in time for Felix' mouth to absorb the little whimper escaping him when Noor took him in.
"I love you," Felix breathed into their kiss, and whatever Ali's treachereous mind had been whispering was blown away entirely.
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There may be another big box of ponies incoming soon. It would be the first since I moved everything down to the basement.
I spent some time down there working on ponies just now to get a feel for how working in the space on a larger scale would be.
It would be miserable, ngl.
I can manage, of course, but it's difficult to move around in there when I have a chair in to sit on. The toilet seat cover is too cheap for sitting on.
if I could remove the toilet all together, that would make things a lot easier.
There is very little space to lay out ponies to dry because almost every bit of the floor space in there is filled with carts and trolleys holding supplies.
I need a standing-height, waterproof, flat work surface that can stand up to some abuse in there. I need a hard surface to brush and comb hair out on. Right now I'm having to sit in a chair and lean forward in a painful, awkward way to use that teeny tiny end table @maleficentmrsofallevil ordered for me (thank you) and it's going to hurt me too much to do that for a lot of ponies at once.
I need either:
a board or surface to put over the sink
a desk or table that can fit over the toilet
or a desk or table that is narrow enough to fit between the toilet and the sink
These are all things that really need to be custom made to fit.
I have the desk that I bought for that purpose with hope, but the toilet's water inlet pipe is in the way of the cross bar on the desk, and so is the bump up for the shower.
I could also benefit from a backless stool so I have room to turn around while working on pony hair and better, clearer lighting so I can see dirt. I miss having the sunlight.
I could take down the mirror and put in shelving to hold supplies, or a medicine cabinet would be better than just a mirror, too.
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Salon isn't a big earning thing, though, and I don't earn enough through salon to buy any of this stuff. I've earned about $200 this year. A lot of that was being too sick to work without realizing it... But mostly it's that no one really needs this service other than one or two people and shipping fees are astronomical which is why my service fees are so, so low.
Adding in the medical expenses, well... Not going to be any upgrades to the salon itself for some time.
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Everything did grind to a halt when I moved the salon stuff downstairs, and I found all of these boxes of ponies. I don't remember what step they were on.
IIRC the first two boxes were cleaned and partially done, and the pink bin wasn't touched (not even photographed), yet.
I think I'm going to have to take all of them back to the wash and condition stage just to make sure everyone gets the full service.
These are my own project ponies, so there's no rush on any of them. I don't even have room to lay out the ones waiting to be sold anyway.
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I did comb and straighten the ponies that were ready for that, and washed and conditioned the ones from the pink bin, so at least I got something done.
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Keep forgetting I need to get the sheets in the wash, though.
I did bring up the salon cloths that are ready for washing.
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