In the fifteen years since Jim came to work at Ted's Barber Shop, Saturdays in Duncan had not changed much. Oh sure, Uncle Ted had retired and the shop was now his, but aside from that, it was business as usual at the barbershop. Uncle Ted would be waiting at the door with two cups of coffee when Jim arrived at 7:45 am-a cup for each of them. He'd have a newspaper tucked under one arm, carefully holding the bag that held two cups of the best coffee Duncan had to offer, brewed fresh every 15 minutes at the Duncan Diner. It was a Saturday morning ritual-Jim giving Uncle Ted a totally unneeded trim while he read the paper and drank coffee. The first customers usually arrived about the time Jim shook off the red and white striped caped, showering barely visible wisps of white onto the black and white checkered floor.
Actually, nothing much in the shop had changed. The chair was still the same old Koken that his uncle bought new when he first opened the shop. Even though the chrome had dulled slightly with age and the red leather was a little cracked and worn from fifty years of use, it still offered a comfortable seat for customers young and old. Jim had replaced the old flooring with new-but he held true to the original look of the shop, putting in black and white tile just like the old. Anything modern, like the sterilizing equipment, was hidden in an old wooden wardrobe. Jim had even resisted modern advertising art, opting instead for original old barbershop art that he bought wherever he found it at a reasonable price.
This Saturday morning wasn't any different from the previous 21 Saturdays that year. Jim finished up Uncle Ted's microscopic trim and accepted a worn five-dollar bill after a few moments of arguing that payment wasn't necessary-giving him back a dollar for the cup of coffee, which was promptly returned as a tip. About that time, Jake Warner came in with his two boys. Jake went right to the chair, leaving the boys to look at old comic books in the waiting area. Picking up the paper left behind by Uncle Ted, he settled in for a haircut.
"Hey Jim, how's business?" he asked, unfolding the paper to get a glimpse of the front page of the Duncan Gazette. "Steady as usual," replied Jim. "So what will it be today? The same as usual, or shall I take it a little shorter to get ready for the heat wave that is due here this week?" "Make it a crew cut-for me and for the boys. No sense in having to come back in next Saturday when none of us can handle the heat!" was Jake's reply.
Jim picked up the black Oster's from their holster mounted below the mirror and clicked on the number 3 guard. It was his standard approach to a crew cut.a number 3 all over, then he'd taper in the sides with the number 2, finishing the taper at the neckline with the unguarded clippers. It took him less than fifteen minutes to produce a perfect crew cut and to release Jake from the chair. Joey hopped up next, grinning that he'd like the number 2 all over-if it was okay with his dad. Jake laughed, but agreed as Jim snapped the cape around Joey's neck.
From the row of chairs in the waiting area, Jake continued to read. "Hey, did you see that Kate Kraft is back in town?" he asked. "She's opening a design shop just down the street-Kate Kraft Design." Kate had been in a few years behind Jake in school, but everyone knew her-as they did most everyone that actually lived in Duncan. "I didn't see the paper yet this morning,' replied Jim, `but I remember her. She used to come in with her dad and brothers once a month and wait while they got their haircut. I seem to remember that she went off to New York to study art or something like that." "That's what it says here in the paper,' said Jake, `It looks like her shop is going to be in the next block-where the old fabric shop was--opening up next week."
Jim fired up the old Osters, fitted as requested with the number 2. "Right down the middle, Mr. Martin," laughed Joey. Jim complied, sending a shock of brown hair down the red and white cape. Another kid who likes a haircut, he thought to himself.not unlike Kate Kraft. His thoughts wandered to the little girl that used to join her dad and brothers once a month. Even if she seldom did more than just watch, the intent with which she watched every pass of the clippers indicated more than just a passing interest to Jim.
"Mr. Martin? Mr. Martin?" The voice was Joey's, breaking Jim's thoughts of the young Kate Kraft. "What can I do for you, my man," replied Jim. "If Mom says it is okay, next time Dad says you can shave my head bald!" Jim chuckled, wondering how his thoughts of Kate managed to allow him to miss that bit of father-son conversation. "Okay, Joey-but only if your Mom AND Dad give the thumbs up.. but as for today, you're finished. One perfect number two clipper cut!"
Joey hopped down and Jim put the booster seat in place for Trevor Warner. At age six, he was still a little small for the old Koken chair. "How about you, Trev? Do you want a crew cut like your dad or shall we just do a number 2 buzz like Joey?" "Like Daddy, please." Trevor was the same age that Kate had been the first time Jim saw her in the shop. Back then he worked after school and Saturday's for Uncle Ted, sweeping up, washing windows and doing whatever other chores he was assigned. It kept gas in his car and beyond that, made him realize that he had a thing about cutting hair. He lived for those occasional times when a girl or woman would come into the shop for a cut from Uncle Ted. To see Kate's hair on the checkerboard floor would have been the ultimate, but back then he thought it was a little sick for an 18 year old to think about a six year old in any fashion!
Jim was on autopilot as he cut Trevor's hair, thinking of Kate and wondering how time may have changed her. By the time he finished, the shop was showing every sign that it would be a typical Saturday-too busy for daydreaming of a certain girl and her caramel colored locks. Before he knew it, five o'clock had arrived and he clicked the lock on the front door, lowering the shades in the window before sweeping up one last time. As he straightened the comic books and magazines in the waiting area, he found the paper. Leafing through it, he found the article on Kate's new shop.
He settled in to the red leather seat of his barber chair and began to read. "Kate Kraft Designs will open its doors to the public next week, in a ribbon-cutting ceremony to be officiated by Doug Jameson, mayor of Duncan. Kraft, a former Duncan resident, is an award-winning interior decorator and graduate of Parsons School of Design. The shop will feature."
As Jim read, his mind wandered back to the days when he'd sweep up. Kate would come in with her brothers and Dad. Mike Kraft was a couple of years younger than Jim, and David was two years younger than that. Little Kate was an accident by birth control standards, but a very welcome addition to the Kraft family. Adored by her big brothers, they didn't mind her tagging along to the barbershop or anywhere else. Like her brothers, her hair was an amazing color of caramel, but hers had natural blonde streaks that brightened in the summer. It was thick and incredibly healthy, falling to the small of her back from a side part. There wasn't any fringe, although in his 18-year old mind, Jim had cut one there many times. More incredibly, it was the same length all the way around-not gradually shorter as it moved to the front as was common for most girls with long hair.
Jim would watch Uncle Ted give the boys their haircuts and when both of the boys and Dad were done, he'd tease Kate that it was her turn. Lifting her up into the seat, she'd giggle and blush. Only once did Uncle Ted actually put her on the booster seat and cape her up, trimming off a perfect single inch of the caramel silk before returning Kate's sandaled feet to the checkerboard floor.
When Jim returned from Barber College and took over the shop, the Kraft boys came in and he'd cut their hair. Kate would still be a tag along, who, at age ten, was already a knockout. He couldn't help but notice that she watched every single snip of the scissors. She was fascinated by hair tumbling down the cape and when the clippers buzzed, her eyes sparkled. As each brother would finish with their haircut, they'd bend down to let her feel the soft buzz on their napes.
On one particular morning, the Kraft's came in just as Jim thought he was finishing up with the Taylor's. Mrs. Taylor, however, had another plan-telling Abby Taylor to get into the chair. At eight, Abby was a bit of a tomboy and it appeared that her mother had finally tired of constant battles over Abby's sandy colored curls, which more often than not were uncombed or escaping from a barrette or band. Despite her tomboy tendencies, Abby was not happy about the idea of a haircut and she sat stern faced in the chair as Jim draped the cape around her shoulders. Kate, however, was mesmerized when she realized what was about to happen.
Mrs. Taylor approached the chair and with one hand, pointed to a spot midway up Abby's ear. Pushing Abby's head forward, she indicated how she wanted the back cut. It was going to be a major change-Jim's first cut on a girl. He gently combed out the snarls from Abby's hair, never realizing how long it really was. When brushed out, it fell nearly to her elbows. Picking up the scissors, Jim remembered looking at Kate. It seemed he had an audience that include more than an over-tired mother. Holding out the first lock, Jim snipped the hair straight across-exposing the bottom of a small ear. Abby sniffled, fighting hard not to cry. Kate on the other hand, was trying hard not to smile. The glint in her eyes gave her away, but only to Jim. It was the glint of excitement that cutting hair brought to his own eyes.
Jim cut slowly around the small head, sending a good foot of soft sandy curls to the floor. He turned the chair to give his audience a view of the work that he was about to do in the back. Taking the clippers without a guard, he used the clipper over comb technique to remove what remained of Abby's long curls, leaving a short soft pelt on her neck. He looked at his work, then decided to lightly layer the top to release the curl a bit more, then he cut some bangs to keep the hair from falling in Abby's eyes and causing her mother more grief. The result was both practical and pretty-leaving even Abby smiling. But no one smiled as broadly as Kate.
As the Taylor's paid, Jim remembered Mike taking a seat in the chair. When Jim caped him up, he asked Kate if she'd help him out by sweeping up the hair from the floor. Kate smiled shyly, but took the broom and began sweeping up the piles of blond curls from the floor. Jim made quick work of Mike's haircut and then Dave's. Kate had only blushed and grinned when he asked if she was ready for a haircut like Abby's. How about it, Kate, brother Mike had asked. Want to get rid of that long mop? But brother Dave had been the voice of reason, reminding Mike of the repercussions of taking Kate home to their mother with short hair.
Jim slowly came back to reality. Glancing at the clock, he'd been daydreaming about Kate for nearly two hours! Not finding a picture in the paper, he couldn't help but wonder about her hair. Was it the same amazing color, or had years in New York tempted her to explore her fascination with hair already? While he silently hoped to see the same beautiful honey-streaked caramel that he remembered, he realized the odds were slim. He tossed the paper into the waste bin and went out the front door, locking it up behind him.
Glancing down the block, he saw a lone vehicle parked in front of Drury's Needles and Pins, the new home of Kate Kraft Design. Wouldn't hurt to greet a new neighbor, he thought, as Jim headed across the street toward the red Miata. As he got closer he saw the New York plates. It has to be her. He fleetingly thought..Kate KRAFT Design.her maiden name. Not married? Single again? Just what would bring a New York educated beauty back to Duncan?
As he approached, the door opened and out walked Kate. He knew her instantly. Her hair, still caramel, swirled as she briskly turned to snap the key in the lock. It hung from a side part and fell perfectly even to a straight line barely resting on her butt. The early evening sun caught it, creating a dance of sunshine in the highlights. "Kate? Kate Kraft?" he heard himself say.
Kate turned to him and after a slight moment of thought, said, "Hello Jim. I don't have to call you Mr. Martin anymore, do I?" He laughed. "Nope, once you hit eighteen that wasn't necessary any more! I was just locking up the shop and saw your car. How about a `welcome home' cup of coffee at the Diner?" "If I can add a burger and a piece of pie to that, it is a deal,' replied Kate. `I'm famished. I've been working in the shop all day, getting ready for next week's grand opening." "I could use a bit of dinner myself, so consider it a deal." Jim smiled, not believing his luck.
Kate headed for her car. "Hop in, I'll drive,' she laughed. Pulling a ball cap out of the console, she pulled the length of her hair through the back of the cap, ending his wondering of how she managed her mane with the top down. "You make a damned nice looking New York Yankee,' he teased. "Some habits die hard,' she said. "My brothers got me into baseball and New York is certainly a baseball town!"
By 7:30, Kate and Jim were settled into a corner booth at the Duncan Diner. A steady stream of locals stopped to say hello, while still others nodded in approval at what would soon hit the Duncan gossip mill as the latest local coupling. Conversation was steady-her telling him about New York and what prompted her to come home to Duncan. He shared the history of life in Duncan since she left, including his recent divorce. She laughed when Meg, their waitress, brought her a huge slice of fresh peach pie-noting that she'd take peach pie at the Duncan Diner over cheesecake from New York any day of the week. Jim wondered where she put it all, as her figure wouldn't ever lead anyone to believe that she'd polished off a burger, fries, slaw AND pie. It was after ten when Jim paid the bill and they headed for Kate's car.
The street was deserted as Kate pulled up b
ehind the shop. "Care for a sneak peek?" she asked. "Sure!' said Jim, not anxious for the night to end. Kate explained that she'd been working on the building for almost a month and Jim made a mental note to pay closer attention to local gossip.how had he missed that? Entering the store from the back, Jim followed Kate, admiring the sway of her hair as she walked. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch it, feeling the silken heaviness of it. She turned and grinned. "Professional interest?" Jim felt the blush creep up his cheeks. "Would you think I was weird if I said I'd wanted to do that since you were six?" From her smile and steady gaze, he could tell she did not.
Suddenly Kate turned. "You can see the store later. I want to show you something else first." Taking his hand she led him back toward the rear entrance to an old freight elevator. She raised the gate and pulled him in behind her, taking him up to the third floor. Opening the gate again, she invited him into her home-the full third floor of the old Drury building. The loft was a showpiece-a testament to Kate's talents as a decorator. "Look around..I'll pour some wine." Jim wandered in the main living area, not wanting to seem presumptuous by exploring the private areas. "This is amazing,' he said sincerely, as he settled into an overstuffed sofa. She brought the wine on a tray, casually sitting in the corner of the sofa, slightly turned toward him. They toasted to the fact that age gaps minimize with time and he turned toward her, cocking his leg and letting his arm rest along the back of the sofa.
It was Kate that brought up the subject of hair again. "Do you remember that Saturday when I was about ten, when Abby Taylor got her curls cut off short?" she asked. "It is funny that you bring that up, because I thought about it today,' replied Jim. `I remembered how intently you watched me cut off every lock." "And you made sure I saw every cut,' Kate laughed. `My whole body buzzed when you snapped on those clippers! You couldn't have torn me away from that sight of hair tumbling to the floor. And then you let me sweep it up! I was in seventh heaven!"
"What did you think when I asked you if you wanted your hair cut like Abby's?' questioned Jim softly. `Did you think of your hair tumbling down the cape onto the floor?" Kate's eyes looked down, then up at him. "Yes. Yes I did. I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to get in the chair and feel the clippers at my neck. I even asked my mom when I got home, but she said no."
Then, very tentatively, Kate set down her glass and leaned forward. Her eyes met with Jim's and he met her half way across the couch, lips joining in a gentle kiss. "I want you to see something now,' whispered Kate. Taking his hand once more, she got up off the couch and took him to a dresser that stood below the windows looking out on the street. The light of Jim's shop was visible from the window, the pole still spinning red, white and blue. "I hope you don't think I'm weird, but I saved this." Opening a small wooden box, she took out a tissue paper packet. Inside was a foot-long length of sandy blonde hair, tied with a small ribbon. The way it curled made it easy to identify as Abby Taylor's.
"So tell me something, Kate,' began Jim, `if you've wanted this since you were ten years old, why is your hair still this long?" His hands slid down the length of her hair, resting at her waist and pulling her close. He buried his face in it, breathing in her essence. "New York is full of shops and stylists that would have loved to relieve you of this beautiful silk. I'm sure you've had roommates, friends, maybe even lovers that would have gladly slid the scissors into your hair-just for the sake of seeing it fall to the floor."
"When I was old enough for Mom to let me decide what I was going to do with my own hair, you had just married Ellen,' she whispered. `It broke my heart when you married her and I couldn't share something so personal with you when your heart belonged to another. Even as a kid I knew that you knew about my secret. I knew that you shared it. As I got older, I thought you were waiting for me-for a ten year old, that is a big deal. Letting me sweep up Abby's hair..playing her haircut for me like a private show.convinced me that you were my partner."
"Oh Kate, back when I was the one sweeping up and you were six, I watched you in the shop. Uncle Ted was a wizard with the clippers and you never missed a single pass. I began to wonder if you could even blink! The one day that he actually trimmed your hair, I was a mess. I wanted to be the one holding the scissors, but I am not sure I could have stopped at just one inch." Jim blushed at his quiet confession.
Kate kissed Jim softly and laid her head on his shoulder. "I want you to see my bedroom, Jim. Is that okay?" Pulling away, he brushed her hair off her face. "It is awfully soon. I don't want to rush anything," he said. "Rush?' Kate laughed. `We've been waiting for literally years."
In a moment of playfulness, Jim tickled her sides. "Then let's not wait any longer! Lead the way, so I can look at this beautiful hair!" She giggled, sidestepping out of the reach of his tickling fingers. She nearly ran to a closed door, opening it slightly before saying, `close your eyes'. She took Jim's hands and backed into her bedroom, nervous energy raging inside of her. `Okay, open your eyes.'
Jim was stunned. Kate's bedroom was like walking into a dream. Her design talents were obvious, and so was her commitment to her fetish. In a corner of the room she'd laid black and white ceramic tile, in a checkerboard pattern. In the middle of the tile sat a near replica of the chair in Jim's shop. The old Koken was complete with the raised footrest. Although the leather on Kate's chair was black, it was as worn and welcoming as the red leather seat in the barbershop. There was a freestanding barber's pole, worth thousands. There was even a full set of barber's tools, right down to the Oster clippers and a red and white striped cape.
"You've obviously given this some thought,' stammered Jim, wondering if he could actually go through with it. `Are you sure this is what you want?" "Ask me again, Jim. Ask me again if I want my hair cut just like Abby's." replied Kate. Jim kissed her, then, taking her up into his arms, he placed her in the chair. She laid her hand on his cheek and he asked. "So how about it Kate, would you like a haircut just like Abby's too?" Her cheeks flushed and she said, `that is a good place to start'.
Jim's hands shook as he snapped open the cape. He lifted Kate's hair out of the way, using a tissue strip before snugging the cape around her neck. Using a large flat brush, he brushed the caramel silk off from Kate's face, taking full long strokes. "Do you want to watch?' he asked, turning the chair so that Kate faced the mirror. He lifted up her hair again, kissing her nape. He watched as she reacted to the kiss, her eyes closing and her hand moving to her crotch. It was then that he understood the depth of her fetish.
He spun the chair around so that he was facing her. He lifted the cape and brushed his hands across Kate's flat stomach, resting them on the button of her jeans. He smiled at Kate and she smiled back. The button was released and then the zipper, with Kate lifting her hips off the chair so that Jim could slide off her jeans. Taking the largest pair of scissors, Jim snipped the straps of Kate's thong underwear revealing her tawny bush. He ran his fingers over her bush, finding it already damp from excitement. Turning her again to the mirror, he stood behind her.watching Kate finger her pussy as he brushed her hair. He picked up the scissors and he felt Kate inhale deeply. The freshly brushed lock was in one hand and the scissors in the other. "Just like Abby's?" he asked. The affirmative had barely escaped Kate's lips when the scissors started to close. It was as if time was moving in slow motion-each hair severing-leaving a perfectly straight line above a dainty earlobe. The individual lock was heavy-more than twenty inches of perfect hair. Using the cut end of the lock like a paintbrush, he traced the edge of her chin and then brushed over her eyes before dropping the lock onto the cape.
Kate's finger moved in and out of her pussy and she moaned softly. Jim kissed her cheek and her earlobe, whispering that this was just the beginning. He heard the soft gasp of orgasm leave Kate's lips and he knew he could continue with the cut. A second lock joined the first and then a third. As Kate looked in the mirror, one side of her face sported a perfect bob while the hair on the other side flowed down over her shoulder. She smiled broadly, telling him to finish the bob part quickly. As he moved to the side of the chair to cut the final section of the bob, Kate let her hand find Jim's jeans. His cock was fully aroused and straining the fabric of his jeans. He couldn't help but laugh as she undid the snap and then the zipper, leaning forward to take his head in her mouth. "Hey, I can't cut your hair like Abby's from this position!"
Kate turned in the chair so that she was kneeling, facing Jim. The hair that had collected on the cape fell to the floor and she grinned. "I said a haircut like Abby's was a good place to start. But do you know what I really want?" Jim felt a lump rise in his throat and he could only hope that he knew what her next words would be. Kate's eyes flashed with excitement. "I want you to clipper me shorter than Abby's hair. In fact, I want you to clipper me all over..even here!' she laughed, raising the cape to expose her bush.
"Can you do that haircut while I suck your cock?" Reaching over to the shelf, Kate picked up the clippers-already fitted with the number 4 guard. "Hey now,' laughed Jim, `you don't have a license to operate those! But I do and I always satisfy my customers! Get out of that chair and let me have a seat." Jim dropped his jeans and brushed the hair off from the leather before sitting down. His erection was in full form. Kate knelt on the footrest and took him in her mouth. After a few moments of enjoying the sensation of Kate's willing mouth on his cock, Jim snapped on the clippers and ran his hand up through the remains of Kate's long hair. Putting the blades at the base of her neck, he paused and felt the transference of the clipper hum through her mouth to his cock. The sensation was amazing. Kate moaned and he said, "One crew cut, coming up."
Jim pushed the clippers up the back of Kate's head. The locks fell to her bare shoulders and onto his legs. Her head moved up and down on his cock, knocking the rest of the shorn hair from her shoulders. He took a second and third pass, leaving the back of her head fully shorn before he released his load into her willing mouth. She swallowed, and leaned back, running her hands over the shorn back of her head. Her smile was infectious and soon he was laughing too. "You're a bad advertisement for me at the minute,' he chuckled, turning her to face the mirror. `A shave back, bobbed sides.hmmm..looks like I have work to do!"
"Do you mind if I alter the plans a little bit?' asked Jim. `I have an idea that I think will look great." "My head is in your hands-finally,' said Kate. `You can do whatever you want!" Jim ran his hands over the buzzed back of Kate's head. It felt incredible-a soft fuzzy pelt. Grabbing the comb and taking off the clipper guard, Jim began to work. The bobbed sides of Kate's hair were soon falling away, Jim working between Kate and the mirror so she could not see. He was a man possessed, ensuring that Kate didn't get to see any more of the finished product. He laid her back in the chair and toweled off her bush, putting the clippers to work on removing the bulk of her thatch while they were still warm. He watched her pussy begin to glisten again with the moisture of arousal, using it with the shaving cream as he shaved her smooth. Tipping the chair back up, he lathered her neckline and only then did Kate show any concern. "No worries,' Jim laughed. `I am just neatening up the hairline.'
"Let me see,' protested Kate. `I want to see!" "Not quite yet,' said Jim. `Where's the shower?" Kate pointed to a door in the corner of the room and Jim tossed the cape over her head, blocking her view, before picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom. Standing together in the shower, they stripped off the cape and their remaining clothes. Kate ran her hands alternatively over her bare pussy, her shorn head and Jim. With hot water pounding down on them, he made love to her knowing that it was indeed love. As they toweled off, they headed for the bed.Kate not caring about her hair-only about making love to the man she'd wanted in some strange way ever since she was a child. "Don't you want to see your haircut," asked Jim. "Do you love me?" was Kate's response. "Yes,' said Jim, `as a matter of fact, I do." "If you'd shaved me bald, would you still love me?" she asked. "If I hadn't cut a single lock on your head, I would still love you." "That's what I hoped, Jim.that is why I really came back. And now that I'm here with you-with or without hair, I am finally home."
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