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David and I weren't regular entertainers unlike some couples that I could mention. We had close friends round to dinner occasionally and felt that we got more out of it than people who were forever inviting bosses and colleagues into their homes. We are secure in each others company, not young professionals anymore, but still thirty-something's who like to experiment from time to time. Last Saturday we invited our closest friends for supper and I am sure that the events of that evening will forever play in my mind like a movie....

'What have you done to your hair' I exclaimed as I saw Jenny at the front door. Jenny and Mark came in and he and my husband David stood to one side as we shrieked together at the transformation. Jenny had had long hair for as long as we had known her and now she had had it cropped off into a sort of pixie style. 'I decided it was time to grow up' she said once the initial excitement had died down.

David served drinks and Jenny and I huddled on one of the sofas to catch up on all the latest gossip. Time flew by that evening, and I must admit that when I looked at my watch I regretted having neglected Mark in my excitement. 'You haven't shut up about Jenny's hair all night' my husband said. 'I'm sorry, I replied, I just think that she looks wonderful with her hair like that.' 'So, you didn't think that I looked wonderful before!' she exclaimed, pretending to be hurt. 'You know what I mean'. I retorted, screwing up my face and sticking my tongue out at her. 'Perhaps if you had it done you might grow up as well', Mark said.

That was the first comment he had passed for ages and it effectively stopped the conversation dead. 'You should, you know' Jenny said.' It'll do wonders for you, you should have seen the effect it had on Mark when I got home.' Mark frowned at her.

'What, you mean you can't remember.' she teased. 'Well, if it has that effect, you should make an appointment first thing' David said.

Astounded at his remark, I actually spilled my drink. Was it a pure accident or a way of deflecting attention from my hair? I still wonder. In the frenzy of activity and hastily remembered measures for dealing with red wine stains on a beige carpet, the moment was gone. We all realized that it was really quite late and the reality of clearing up was almost upon us. The evening came to a close and we said our farewells at the door, unsure when we would see each other again.

Early the following morning the phone rang.

'Hi, Sarah, it's Jenny. I just wanted to thank you for a lovely evening last night. We both really enjoyed it.'

  We chatted a while and then she dropped a bombshell.

' We wanted to give you both a gift to say thank you but we couldn't decide what at first. Then we had a brainwave. I hope you won't be offended but I've made an appointment with my salon for you.'

I was quiet for a second while I tried to register what she was saying. 'I've done the wrong thing haven't I?' she said. 'No not at all, I'm just a little surprised that's all. It's not exactly a bunch of flowers is it!' I said, trying to inject a little levity back into the conversation. 'You're right, I'll ring them and cancel it' she said. 'No, I wouldn't dream of it. It's very kind of you' I said. 'So you'll go then' she said, as if not expecting me to have said yes. 'Look, I need a bit of a trim, when is it?' 'Half an hour, I didn't want you to have time to dwell on it', she replied. 'It's only a trip to the hairdressers' I said. 'It depends how you look at it' she said. 'As this is our present to you both, I've already told the stylist how to cut it for you, so if you go in it will be a case of get what you're given.' 'I can trust you though can't I?' I asked her. 'You know that I wouldn't do anything bad to you, it's just not what you might have asked for yourself. Anyway, if you're ok with the idea, I'll pick you up in five minutes.'

The phone went dead and I rushed to get changed before she arrived at the door. My head was spinning. She was right, I was starting to think too hard about what was in store and given much more time I would have second thoughts. The doorbell rang. I ran down the stairs and greeted her a little cautiously. She kissed me on the cheek and stroked my hair off my face.

The salon was one of the trendier places in town, although tucked away on the first floor of a building. I went up the almost anonymous stairwell with a certain amount of trepidation as it started to dawn on me what was going to happen. There was no way she would have brought me here like this for just a trim, was there? I followed her through the doorway and as she moved closer to the reception desk I hung back a little, looking around me, trying to gauge the sort of place it was.

There was nothing extraordinary about it, it was very clean, minimalistic, just like a million other hair salons around the globe. The staff I could see were again nothing out of the ordinary. All female, well turned out, no shaven-headed weirdo's to be seen.

While I was taking all this in, in what seemed to be slow- motion, Jenny was being greeted like an old friend.

'I didn't think that we would see you so soon' the stylist said to her. 'You know me, I always want more......or less' she added as an after-thought. 'I think that we'll be doing the 'less' part for you today, won't we, if my little book is telling the truth that is. And for your 'soon to be twin' here' she said, smiling at me. I smiled back, having missed what she had said in my reverie, but being sufficiently with-it to know that I was the subject of the last remark.

The receptionist helped us both off with our coats and then Jenny put out her arms to insert her hands in the sleeves of the gown offered to her by one of the two stylists who had appeared at the entrance to reception. I copied her slavishly, and commented 'You didn't say that you were getting yours done too.' 'Mark and I thought that I should go for a little colour and an adjustment to the length.' she said as we followed our respective stylists through to the salon itself.

I sat in the chair and watched intently as the stylist brushed my hair out wondering about what to say. The usual chat between client and stylist was denied us as she knew what she was going to do and I did not. I did not want to ask too many questions, as I did not know what Jenny had said. I just sat there and wondered. Jenny was in the next chair and was already having some colour applied to her hair. There were no clues. My stylist stopped what she had been doing and placed the brush on the table beside me. I felt her run her hands through my hair but not let go. She was gathering it up into a ponytail which I thought was the prelude to tipping my head back into the basin for my hair to be washed. She pulled my head back and I went with her as if to rest my neck against the cold porcelain, which was something that I always hated. She stopped me from tipping back too far and instead I felt her grip on my hair tighten, as she twisted my hair. Then the pressure was gone.

Now she let me go right back so that she could wash my hair. I closed my eyes and just let myself float as the water washed over my scalp, the stylists' hands slipping easily through the lather. This girl really did have an excellent touch, but it was over all too quickly. As she sat me up I realized why. She had snipped off my ponytail just before she put my head in the basin and now instead of hair cascading over my shoulders I had hair that grazed my collar.

I could see Jenny looking at me in the mirror, her own hair swathed in tin foil as the colour worked. 'You bitch' I mouthed at her, playfully. The sound of scissors cutting brought me back to the present and I must say that I admired the no nonsense way that the stylist cut. Within minutes my hair was no longer than two inches all over and the stylist was blending the sides and back in with the hair on the top of my head. She was just blow drying it when I saw the stylist ease Jenny's head up from the basin. Her blonde crop was now a bright red colour.

'What do you think 'she asked. 'About me or you?' I queried, quickly adding 'If I tell the truth I think that you're still half cut from last night.' She smiled.

The stylist finished with my hair and I had to admit that I was pleased with the result and also had to agree that I would never have taken the plunge on my own. Jenny's hair was being dried now and I could not wait for her to be finished so that we could get out of there. I was sure that I was going to have a fit of the giggles.

Her stylist put down the dryer and ruffled Jenny's hair quickly. Rather than pick up a comb as I thought she would the stylist picked up a set of electric clippers. Jenny's gaze fixed me in the mirror as the clippers were switched on. The stylist placed them at Jenny's temple and started to move them towards the back of Jenny's head. Tufts of newly reddened hair were falling. Jenny continued to stare at me and she licked her lips lasciviously.

I was fascinated and her continuing lewd expressions had me a little excited. 'You next' she mouthed silently. I shook my newly cropped head. 'For me' she mouthed again. The clippers had by this time done their work on the back and both sides of her head leaving red stubble in their wake. I gasped as the clippers were now brought to the top of her head and it was obvious that she was going to be clipped to the same length all over. My arousal was growing and I did not really know why. We had walked into the salon as two apparently ordinary housewives and now here I was getting sexually excited at my friend getting a crewcut. Or was I? Perhaps it was the result of my own crop. The clippers were flicked off and there was silence. The stylist brushed a few stray tufts from Jenny's head before turning the chair so that Jenny was facing me. 'Don't I look gorgeous?' she asked me. 'Yes' I said a little hesitantly. 'Come on, let me buy you a coffee' I said, eager to get out of my seat. 'What makes you think you're finished?' she said. 'Because of the work that this young lady has just done.' I replied. 'Oh, no, just you come and sit here' she said, fixing me again. 'No' I stuttered again. 'I couldn't'. 'Course you could. Just think about what's going to happen later on, get out of that chair and sit in this one.' 'But Mark won't like it' 'Oh, yes he will, I asked him'. As I stood Jenny pecked my cheek.

  'Enjoy it, savor it then we'll go back home and relax.' I sat. My eyes closed.

Here was my best friend coming on to me sexually. As a result of her I had just had most of my hair cut off and now I was about to say goodbye to the rest. My head was tilted forward. The clippers screamed in my ear. Then the tone changed and I had an odd sensation on the side of my head. Slowly and precisely the stylist maneuvered the clippers around my ear and then downwards towards my nape. She came back for pass after pass and then without breaking her rhythm she was at my forehead. The clippers slid effortlessly over the crown of my head, time and again and all the while I was conscious of Jenny's intense gaze. The more the clippers progressed the broader her smile became.

I was not really sure what I felt as I watched my newly shortened hair tumble down my gown and collect in clumps in my lap. I smiled as I realized that the clumps looked like small mice, curled up and sleeping. The whole experience was just so sensual, sexual. I was a virgin again, yielding to temptation, lured, caressed, silently urged to go further than I ever intended. And after the deed was done I wasn't exactly sure whether I had enjoyed it or not. I did know though that I would try it again.

The stylist stepped back to admire her handiwork. 'Well?' Jenny asked. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was certainly different and although I had just submitted to the clippers for the first time, I was actually surprised that there was still a reasonable amount of length left. I smiled. 'Ok then, if you're not going to talk to anyone, I'll have to talk for you' she smiled. 'I think that you should go over the sides again with a smaller guard, Paula.'

That didn't mean too much to me at first, but it could only mean shorter and I wasn't ready for that. 'No, Jenny., I don't want to' I protested. 'That's fine, love, nobody's forcing you. Just think about the effect mine had on Mark. Think about David. I know I told him that I wouldn't tell you, but I rang him this morning before I rang you..........just to sound him out.' 'You scheming bitch'

I said, only half-joking. The stylist looked a little shocked. 'Now look what you've done' Jenny said. 'I'm sorry, we're friends really' I said to the stylist. She smiled, somewhat embarrassed. 'Anyway, you can't keep Paula waiting, she's a busy girl' Jenny said. She looked at me. 'What did he say?' I asked. 'It wasn't so much what he said, but what he didn't say really. It was as if he was short of breath all of a sudden...' she smiled. So, here I was finding out from another woman that my husband was turned on by the thought of his wife as a skinhead. I drifted off again. 'Sarah...' the voice interrupted. I returned to the real world. It was just me and Jenny, the stylist had disappeared to make herself useful elsewhere in the salon. 'Jenny, I don't know........I haven't had a chance to get used to it this length, let alone going shorter.' 'You don't have to get used to it that length. You've come this far.' She paused. 'Look, it'll grow really quickly if you hate it.' 'But if I don't have any more off, I'll be back to normal that much quicker, won't I?' I countered. 'Paula's next appointment will be due in a couple of minutes and the pair of us are just standing here arguing like a couple of kids. Look, I'll tell you what. I'll go and find her and if you're still in the chair when we come back, then I don't want another peep out of you. You can take it like a man until we're finished with you.' 'It's looking like a man that I'm afraid of, stupid.' I retorted as she waltzed off.

I was alone. Well, as alone as you can be in a hairdressing salon. I thought about David. I thought about him talking to Jenny on the phone, talking to her while he was getting turned on by what she was saying to him. Wondering whether I was here for him or here for myself. Or for Jenny.

Long tresses lay on the floor around me. Smaller tufts lay in my lap. I moved my legs so that the tufts rolled together. I was vaguely aware of the sounds of the salon. The chatter, a blow-dryer, footsteps on the hard floor. Clippers.

There were clippers at the side of my head. Jenny was back. With Paula. Paula's hand was on the top of my head. I looked in the mirror. Paula was looking at my reflection for a signal. Jenny's face appeared over my shoulder in the mirror.

She squeezed my upper arm through the gown and stepped back. A matter of seconds had passed since she went away. It was long enough for me to have got up. I hadn't.

The tone of the clippers changed. The vibration moved up my neck, slowly, higher and higher. In the mirror I saw Paula look at Jenny. Jenny nodded. The clippers went slightly higher and then broke off. Paula's wrist flicked the severed tufts away. She moved expertly around my head, first one side then the other. I was entranced even after the clippers went silent. Where there had been hair, there was now little more than skin. Paula reached forward to the shelf in front of me and picked up one of the attachments, fitting it expertly to the clippers. She hadn't taken one off.

The top was next. Hair that had stood neatly to attention, at what must have been a half inch or more, was now being felled by the machine. She caressed me with it, leaving perhaps a quarter of an inch behind. Then it stopped. She tidied up the odd stray hair, but that didn't take long. I turned my head this way and that. Still silent.

'Well, you haven't screamed yet.' Sally said. I smiled. 'So this is how you thank me for dinner then. Was it really that bad?' 'It was beautiful, and so are you' she said.

She helped me out of the gown and walked with me towards the reception desk where Paula was waiting for us. She looked a little nervous. 'So, Paula. What do I ask for next time?' 'That depends on you, Mrs. Cooper. Number two for the top and zero for the rest - unless you want to go shorter, that is.' 'Let's see shall we.' I replied. 'Shall I book you in for a tidy up in a couple of weeks?' 'Do that, it will give me time to think where we go from here'. I said. I amazed myself by giving her a very generous tip, even though the girl had practically shaved my head.

Once we were out of the salon, the magic that had ensnared Jenny and I dissolved. Nothing could make me happier because we both knew what would ultimately happen if we had gone down that route. We are still friends and I doubt that we could still have been able to say that if we had tried to make something more of the situation. This is real life, not some sort of fantasy. 'So, is David going to get what he wanted?' I asked her as we walked to the car. 'I don't know......he's probably got more than he expected, or should that be less?' she smiled. 'That's enough of that. I don't see you shaved to the bone, missy.' 'Next time' she smiled.

The real test of Jenny's assertion about the effect the cut would have on David was delayed until the following day as he was away on business. Although tempted to dress provocatively for him when he returned I decided to wear just a simple dress. That way I could be certain about the effect of the new me. I would know that he was responding to the haircut and not the sight of me in a basque and stockings.

He responded alright. Twice. The first time was with me bent over the sofa which certainly hadn't happened for a good while. But I don't want to bore you with the details of that now, do I?

As for the future of my hair - well, I must end this for now, because I'm about to keep that appointment at the salon. David is away again, so we'll see what he thinks when he returns and his wife's once mousey hair is a shade of brilliant blonde, what's left of it, that is.

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