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For some reason, it always strikes me as odd the first time I see a shop in a holiday resort that has more than one purpose, particularly where the two businesses don't really sit comfortably beside each other. Andy takes great delight in explaining to me that it is basic economics in many of these smaller places where it just isn't possible to make a living from just one type of business or one job. Adaptability is the key, he tells me, slipping into 'professional mode'. I shouldn't mock him as it's his job as a partner in an accountancy firm that allows us to live comfortably and to take regular holidays. Thirty-somethings we may be, but we're well-off thirty-somethings. 

We're both what could be called conventionally attractive and reasonably trim, although we could do with using our gym memberships a little more often than we do. I don't feel embarrassed to wear a bikini in public and from time to time I'll even put on one of the micro-bikinis that Andy has bought me off the internet. While not overly endowed in the chest department, those creations struggle to contain even my average boobs. I really only wear them to see the look on his face when I get out of the pool and the bikini has become transparent. I love the boyish look of pride on his face as he glances around him to see who is looking at him enviously, silently congratulating him on bedding the woman whose most-private parts are on display to the world thanks to a voyeur's fantasy bikini. It's a 'man thing', but it makes him happy and I enjoy treating him to this simple pleasure from time to time.

Amongst the 'combination shops' in our latest holiday town was a souvenir shop which housed a hairdressing salon. There was little on the outside to indicate that this was the case, but once inside, the stands of sunglasses and trinkets gave way to a salon with three styling stations and a glass-partitioned shampooing area right at the back. The sales counter doubled as a reception for the salon and that probably explained why the lady serving in the shop was immaculately groomed.

'Isn't this weird?' I asked Andy quietly from the cover of a postcard display.

'Not particularly' he replied 'just a little unexpected, that's all.'

I made a face at him and went back to browsing the rack of cards. A moment or two later he was back at my side.

'There's a sign up there saying that they want models' he said in a hushed tone.

'And?'

'Just saying, that's all' he replied.

I thought for a moment.

'How can a place like this afford to pay models?' I asked.

'Perhaps they don't pay' he replied.

'So why would anyone model for them?'

'I don't know, why don't you ask them?' he shot back at me. I could sense that the holiday spirit was in danger of wearing thin and it was only our second day.

'Come on, let's go' I said, eager to avoid a fight for as long as possible. I turned and walked towards the door and was back out on the street before I realised that he wasn't with me. I looked in the window of the shop next door while I waited for him, trying to work out what could be of so much interest to him in a souvenir shop. Then he emerged from the shop and hurried to catch me up.

'Let's get a coffee' he said, motioning at the cafe a few doors down. I shrugged and tagged along, wondering why a conscientious objector to street cafes would make such a suggestion.

I settled on a cold drink and handed the menu back to the waiter.

'So, hanging around in souvenir shops and now drinking in street cafes...are you sure you're feeling okay?' I teased him.

'Fine, thanks' he replied and then had the audacity to look over my shoulder to check out some bikini-clad strumpet, thinking that I wouldn't notice.

'Nice?' I asked.

He looked puzzled for a fraction of a second and then realised that he wasn't as subtle as he thought.

'Not as nice as you, my dear' he replied sickeningly.

I toyed with the idea of kicking him on the shin, but that was likely to hurt me more than him given my beach footwear. Just then the waiter appeared with our drinks and defused the moment.

'I wasn't hanging around the souvenir part of that shop, I was talking to the receptionist about that sign' he said, hoping that changing the subject would protect him from any reprisals for his wandering eyes.

'What sign?' I asked.

'The one about them wanting models. I just couldn't work out the economics of it, so I asked her.'

'To spare you lying awake wondering about it?'

'Yeah' he nodded.

'And?'

'It's another side-line that they have. They make videos of the haircuts and sell them.'

'Who to?' I asked.

'She just said that it was a web-based business. There must be a market for them otherwise they wouldn't bother.'

'Who would want to watch a video of someone having a haircut?' I asked.

'Exactly what I asked her and she said that she didn't know, but that they did quite well out of them.'

'Each to his own, I suppose' I replied, still unable to understand what could prompt somebody to watch someone else get their hair cut. I took a sip of my drink. I waited for Andy to say something else, but then just assumed that the topic had run its course. He took a sip of his drink.

'I booked you in' Andy said, breaking the silence.

'What?'

'I told her that we'd pop back after a drink and you'd model for her.'

I stared at him.

'The sun's got to you, hasn't it?' I said.

'No' he said, appearing somewhat chastised.

'What makes you think that I would want to do something like that?' I asked, pointedly running my fingers through my shoulder length dark-brown hair.

'When I say that I told her you would, it was more a case of her asking if I thought that you would be interested and me saying that I thought you would.'

'That's alright then' I retorted sharply.

'Look, I'm sorry, I'll pop back and tell her that I should have asked you first.'

'But why would you even ask me, that's what I don't understand' I said, not meaning to sound quite so harsh.

'Forget I mentioned it, okay' he replied.

We both reached for our drinks and allowed the silence to swirl around us for the next few minutes. 

'Look Andy, I don't want to fight. I'm sorry. You took me by surprise a bit' I said.

He looked at me. 'No, it's me who should be sorry. I shouldn't have said anything' he said and reached out to stroke the back of my hand.

'Does this mean that you want me to get my hair cut?' I asked after a few moments silence, half-afraid to re-open the topic.

'It was something in the moment, the idea of it, it was off-the wall, a bit taboo' he babbled.

'Taboo?' I queried 'I thought it was a haircut.'

He paused for a second to ponder whether he should tell me any more.

'I think it's a case of you agree to be a model, but you don't get any say in how your hair is cut' he said eventually.

'It just gets better. I can't believe that you would sign me up for something like that' I said.

'I know, I'm sorry' he said, reaching for my hand again.

'But you're okay with somebody making a film of me having my haircut God-knows how?' I asked, curling my fingers round his.

'Might be exciting, you never know' he ventured.

'Exciting as in a sexual way?' I asked.

'Could be' he replied.

'For you or for me?'

'Both?' he said meekly.

'We're not talking about trying out some furry handcuffs here, we're talking about letting some mad woman loose on my hair with a pair of scissors' I said.

'I don't think she's mad' he replied. It was actually nice to see his mischievous grin make an appearance.

'Okay, even if she's the sanest person on the planet, I've still got to wander round with whatever haircut she chooses to give me. That's not exactly some personal kink to be enjoyed in the privacy of your own home, is it?'

'At least we've established that you didn't mind the furry handcuffs' he continued.

'Compared with this little brainwave of yours, the furry handcuffs were a roaring success' I replied, unwelcome, vibrant images of that evening flooding back into my head.

'Look, I told you, as soon as I've finished this I'll go and tell her it was a mistake.'

I drained my glass.

'You'd never know then' I said.

He looked at me.

'Never know what?'

'What I'd look like, if I did it' I said, fixing him with my best stare.

'Don't' he said.

'Don't what?'

'Tease me. I said I'm sorry, you don't have to rub it in' he said.

'I'm not teasing you. It might be fun, you never know!' I said, surprised at my enthusiasm to have weirdos in darkened rooms watch videos of me having my hair cut.

Andy returned my stare.

'Pay the man and let's go!' I said, the cheery tone masking the butterflies in my stomach.

'You're really going to...?'

'I'm really going to talk to the woman, yes' I replied.

Andy drained his cup and signalled to the waiter. He pulled out a couple of notes and left them on the table, getting up quickly to follow me back to the souvenir shop.

He caught up with me before I reached the shop doorway and took hold of my arm.

'You're serious?' he asked.

'I thought you liked the idea of your wife submitting to the whims of somebody else' I teased.

'Now that you mention it' he replied, straight-faced. I stared at him until he broke into a smile.

'I knew you couldn't keep that up' I chided as I opened the door.

'Hello again' I heard as I walked in.

'Hi' I said, smiling at the woman behind the counter.

'So, you're going to be a model for us?'

'I'm prepared to talk about being a model for you' I clarified.

She nodded, a disarming smile breaking across her face. 'If you'd like to come down the end, I'll tell you all about it' she said.

I followed her down to the salon part of the shop, acutely aware of Andy in lock-step behind me.

'I'm Ariana' she said, offering me her hand.

'Judy' I replied 'and this is Andy.'

'Hi' he said in his usual fulsome manner.

'So' she said, getting straight down to business, 'just to give you some background, we make various types of hair-related dvds, not just hair-cutting ones. Sometimes the model just gets her hair washed and sometimes the model gets her hair cut. In return, we pay you 250 Euros and give you a copy of your dvd of course.'

'So I can choose what sort of film it is, hair-washing or styling?' I asked.

'We pay a flat fee and the contract is open for either. Sometimes we just see how a session develops and go with what feels right.' she explained.

'So if I come in and you decide to go for a cutting film, what style would I have?' I asked.

'Our customers make suggestions, requests if you like' she replied cryptically.

'And you'd tell me what it was before you did anything?' I asked, aware that I was chancing my arm.

'Oh, no. Our customers like to see the expression on the model's face as the cut evolves' she replied.

I paused.

'So that suggests that it may be something that the model wouldn't like?' I ventured.

It was her turn to pause.

'Let's say that the style is not always something that the model would ask for herself.'

'But it would be a proper style?' Andy interjected.

'All of our cuts are by professionals' she retorted, apparently offended.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..' Andy replied.

Ariana held her hand up before he could continue.

'It's fine, really. It's asking a lot of someone just to trust us, but we haven't had any complaints yet. Our models tend to be people who are open to new experiences generally and being here on holiday just makes them more open to trying something different. If you think about it too much you probably wouldn't do it, but it's just one more life experience really. Something you can look back on and smile at when you're old and grey.'

'And there I was thinking that I would have done more with my life than having to look back on what haircuts I have had!' I exclaimed.

Ariana smiled.

'It's completely up to you. We'd be happy to have you as a model, but there's absolutely no pressure. Go away and talk it through if you want.'

'If I decide to do it, when would the session be?' I asked, conscious of the fact that I was currently wearing a simple sun dress and sandals. Not what one would expect to wear on a modelling assignment.'

'We could do it right now if you want. There's no-one booked in to the salon.'

'But what about people coming in to the shop?' I asked.

'We don't film in here. We have a studio all set up through there' she said, indicating a doorway in the corner.

I pondered for a moment. Did I want to do it? Did I want to do it now? Should I go and get changed?

'What do you think?' I asked Andy.

'It's up to you' he said.

'It was your idea' I countered.

He sighed and looked at Ariana before looking at me again.

'It would be different' he said eventually, astounding me with his perception.

'Wouldn't it bother you?'

'What?' he asked.

'People, men, sitting watching me. Getting their jollies.' I replied. To me it was one thing for men to have an ogle at me in a bikini in a chance encounter, it was a whole different ball game (sorry!) for them to go to the lengths of getting a dvd and then putting in the time and effort to enjoy it, if you know what I mean.

'Would it bother you?' he countered again.

I could see that Ariana was getting impatient.

Would it bother me? I decided to approach the issue from a different direction.

'Would you like it that men would be watching me, pleasuring themselves, for want of a better phrase?' I asked.

He blushed slightly. I took that as a "yes".

I still wasn't sure about the whole process, about what I was letting myself in for. What could be so sexually exciting about a hair cut that could make people want to buy these videos. Then it struck me.

'I take it that I'd be naked during the haircut' I said abruptly. I could see that I had shocked Andy that I had come out with it like that. How could I have been so slow and how could he not have pointed me in the right direction.

'You could be if you like, but that would be a first for us' Ariana responded after a moment's pause.

The room was quiet while I assessed just how embarrassed I was that I had jumped to that conclusion.

'Really?' I said at last.

'Really' she replied 'but it would probably open up new markets for us' she added with a smile.

I just wanted to leave and my glance towards the door could not have telegraphed it more to her and Andy.

'Look, Ariana, we don't want to take up any more of your time' said Andy, accepting that the moment was gone. 

I felt bad that we had wasted her time, got her hopes up that she had got another model and was about to make another dvd.

'Let's buy one of the dvds and then at least Ariana gets something for her time' I said to Andy in a bid to make myself feel a bit better. He shrugged.

'You don't have to' Ariana said.

'No, I'd like to. Then I can see what I'm missing' I replied.

'What sort would you like?' she asked.

'I don't know, whatever's the most popular' I said. How was I meant to know what her videos were about or how to differentiate between them? I really was eager to get out of there now.

Ariana popped into the store room at the back of the salon and came back a moment later with a dvd box with a glossy photo of a woman on the cover. She was attractive, probably about 30 or so, a little younger than me, with shoulder length blonde hair. The  title was simply 'Volume 7', with nothing at all to give the casual browser a clue as to its contents.

We paid and left, Ariana's wish for us to enjoy our purchase following us out of the store. I turned and smiled weakly at Andy.

'That was weird' I said and stashed the dvd in my bag, deciding that it was something that I didn't have to worry about for the time being.

It wasn't until we got back to our villa in the late afternoon that the dvd re-appeared as I was clearing out my other purchases from my bag.

'Put it on and lets have a look' Andy urged, popping the seal on a beer. A few moments later, he was expressing his exasperation as I failed to get the dvd to work, but once we were over that little glitch, we sat back on the sofa.

The film started silently, just a few captions displayed, before there was the sound of heels on a hard floor. The woman from the cover came into shot and walked over to one of the basins and sat down expectantly. Then there was Ariana. She started to wash the woman's hair without a word being exchanged between the two.

There was little to change my pre-conception that there is nothing about seeing someone get their hair washed which could be considered a turn-on. She tried hard, stocking-clad legs stretched out, but it was pretty sterile for me.

'Does that do anything for you?' I asked Andy.

He looked at me and shook his head. I motioned to the remote control and urged him to fast-forward. It may conceivably have been a turn-on for the unknown woman, but she hadn't captured our interest yet. Off she went to the styling station to have her hair dried. Still nothing for me. Hair combed out. Not a flicker. I drew my legs up and lay down on the sofa, my head resting on Andy's thigh. He stroked my temple in the way that he knows I find so soothing. The remote control went into action again.

Andy stopped the fast forward just as Ariana came into shot holding a pair of electric clippers. The woman sat still, head erect, expectant. She must have been able to see the reflection of what Ariana was holding, but there was no hint of recognition from her. I felt Andy shift his position slightly. That had to be a good sign after what must in reality have been twenty minutes or so of the film. On the screen, Ariana placed the clippers at the woman's temple and moved them upwards. The camera zoomed in on the falling hair and then lingered on the short hair left behind. Still the woman showed no reaction. Ariana re-positioned the clippers above the area that she had just cut and drew them back. Again and again she did this, reducing the woman's hair to what looked like about an inch or so all over. As Ariana worked, Andy stroked my hair. 

I was fascinated by this stage, wondering what was going through the woman's head, wishing for a commentary from her as the clippers sent her glossy hair sliding down the gown. I'm still not sure whether I found watching the actual film a turn-on, but I was wondering whether I could sit there stoically if that were being done to me. There was nothing compelling the woman to sit there; she could have got up and left when she saw the clippers, but she sat fast. Had she expected to have her hair cut so short? Was she stunned into inaction or was she enjoying it? Would I sit there? Could I sit there? Will I sit there?

My musing was interrupted by the slight increase in pressure and frequency in Andy's strokes to my temple. I sat up so that I could look at him and was struck by the poor job his beach shorts were doing of concealing his enjoyment of what he was watching.

'My, my, so you're the sort of person who gets off watching these things' I said with a smile. 

'Can't you see I'm trying to concentrate' he said with a grin, his gaze fixed on the screen. I glanced at the screen again to see that Ariana was now cutting the woman's hair shorter at the sides. Attractive woman had become miltary woman, attractive in a different sort of way and attractive to my husband in a way that she hadn't been with longer hair.

'Are you seeing her there or are you trying to picture me sitting there? I asked. I stroked him lightly, feeing him strain against the material of his shorts. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

'Do you want to watch me?'

I got my answer over the next few minutes.  My hair was stroked, pulled, stroked again. It had been a long time since Andy and I had been so passionate together. I had even suspected that he was having an affair a few months ago as I barely seemed to interest him, but there was nothing in those few minutes that said he was going through the motions. It was intense and in the days to come I would struggle to describe it as love-making. Andy fucked me, pure and simple, in a way that I really don't think that he ever had. It wasn't the fumbled urgency of a relationship in its infancy, it was urgency of a different kind. We were well and truly into animal cliche territory, somewhere we hadn't ever been before.  That's probably as much of that evening as I should reveal, although I suspect that Andy wouldn't be too displeased if I did say more.

He was a little sheepish when we woke up the following morning, probably wondering whether I would see him in a different light after our dvd-induced session. I went in the shower and got set for a long, invigorating session, but no sooner had I started to wash my hair than the door opened and Andy came in behind me. It had been a long time since we had showered together, but here he was, standing behind me taking over my hair-washing. He massaged my scalp, gently, tenderly, then firmly, drawing me closer him, one hand moving across my scalp while the other moved downwards to my buttocks, parting my thighs and then it wasn't a shower anymore.

It was later on, while we were having breakfast that I broached the subject.

'Today?' I asked simply.

He looked at me quizically.

'Do you want me to go today?' I asked.

His smile was all the answer that I needed. I had been thinking about what to wear if I did decide to do it and had just gone with a simple red sun dress when I got out of the shower. It wasn't as if I had a huge wardrobe to choose from and if it wasn't acceptable, then I hoped that Ariana would have something that I could borrow.

After a while I broke the silence.

'I was thinking that I should go down there on my own and if she can fit me in, I'll surprise you when I come back.'

'And how will you do that?' he asked.

'I thought that she might be able to give me a copy of the dvd and I could just slip it under the door for you to watch like one of her customers would.'

'Two things come to mind' he said. 'Won't she need to edit the film before producing the dvd and do you think I'm one of those perverts who gets off sitting on his own watching a dvd?'

'Two things' I mimicked after a moment. 'You're a man aren't you and if it doesn't make you horny, then I'm not doing it.'

'May I remind my learned colleague of the incident in the shower and the notorious couch incident of last evening' he said in his best mock-lawyer voice.

I'd better get going' I replied, bending forward to kiss him.

I checked in the mirror that I looked ok and headed for town, images from Ariana's film in my head, wondering what I would look like with short hair.

I was at the shop in a couple of minutes and was pleased to see that there were no other customers when I walked in, either in the souvenir shop or the salon. Ariana was behind the counter and she smiled when she saw me.

'I Was hoping that I would see you again' she said.

I smiled a greeting.

'On your own?'

'I just popped in to chat some more about a film' I said vaguely.

'Did you watch the one you bought?'

I nodded.

'And it didn't surprise you?'

'It certainly surprised me, well both of us really' I replied.

'But you liked it?'

I nodded.

'And now you're here again' she said coyly, obviously waiting for me to make the next move.

'Now I'm here' I confirmed. I paused, taking a breath.'When could you fit me in?' I asked, pleased that I had got it out without my nerves showing too much.

'I just need to flick the switches on the equipment and get Grace to come downstairs to operate the hand-held camera and we're ready to go' she said.

Part of me was pleased, but another part of me was wishing that she had said that she was busy between now and when I was due to go home.

'Okay' I nodded 'but what about outfits?'

'That's fine, a lovely colour' she smiled.

There went another possible get-out.

'Come and sit down so we can have a chat about what we could do' she said.

'I thought you said that you don't discuss the style' I queried.

'This isn't about the style, it's about the type of film' she replied. I nodded and followed her into the salon, taking a seat at the styling station next to her.

'Okay' she continued 'you remember that I told you that our customers make suggestions about what they would like to see?'

I nodded.

'Well, some of them are more creative than others. Some of them ask to see haircuts outside the salon environment. After we talked yesterday, one of them came to mind. It's a little role-play, so you would be acting out a part rather than just sitting in the salon having a haircut. How does that sound?'

'I did some amateur dramatics many years ago, but I wasn't very good.'

'Don't worry, this wouldn't be anything big, it just puts a little story around the haircut, that's all.'

'And what's the story?'

'It's called 'The Pick-up'. Basically, it's about a hairdresser who picks up a woman in a bar and takes her home. Before they sleep together, the hairdresser wants to cut the woman's hair.'

'So you wouldn't be doing my hair?'

She chuckled.

'Sorry, I forgot to say that the hairdresser is a lesbian. Seeing women together is a very popular fantasy amongst men as I'm sure you know.'

Images of the few porn films that Andy and I had watched together in hotels came to mind. I smiled knowingly.

'So how does it go?' I asked.

'They come home, the picked-up woman wants to go straight to bed, the hairdresser wants to do the cut, cut takes place, end of story.'

'That's it?'

'I told you, it's just a role-play, just to give the cut some context.'

'Is there a script?'

'No, nothing as sophisticated as that, we can just make it up as we go along. You just act reluctant, but horny, so you go along with it, could you do that?'

'So we stop after the cut, this isn't an out and out porno we're doing, is it?'

'It's a haircut film, that's all, there'll be a little scene-setting first, so if you're not comfortable, we can stop and just do an ordinary salon film, how about that?'

'It sounds okay' I said.

'Fantastic! Let me go and get a few things set up and find out where Grace is and we'll have a go, shall we?'

I nodded and she got up and left the salon by the side door. I looked around me, wondering what I had got myself into. Getting myself filmed having my hair cut for the benefit of men that I have never met. Then I thought of Andy. He would enjoy it, I'm sure. A suggestion of his wife with another woman. That must be a fantasy of his. After all, it's far more common-place than getting turned on by women getting their hair cut and that had certainly triggered something in him.

Ariana re-appeared, having replaced her smock with jeans and a tee shirt. Casual, but attractive. She beckoned to me to follow her up the stairs and showed me into a living room where various lights had been set up.

'You must be Grace' I said to the young woman with the camera.

'Hi' she smiled, 'just pretend that I'm not here.'

I nodded and then Ariana started to speak to give me a final briefing.

'Remember, just follow my lead. We can stop if you want, but once we start the cut, that's the point of no return really. Your name is Anna, it's your first date, you don't want to have your hair cut, but if it means that you get laid, then you will, so don't protest too much! Just try to go with the flow!' Ariana instructed.

'I'll try' I said, really starting to wonder what I was doing.

'We just need to get the consent signed and then we're off' she said, handing me a clipboard that had been sitting on the table.

I read it through,but it was really just about me giving my consent to her cutting my hair any way she chose. Images from the dvd played through my mind as I signed. I handed it back to her and she placed it back on the table.

'That's the formalities out of the way.' she said. 'Ok, we'll come in through the door and from there, we're in character and we're live.'

'What are you called?' I asked.

'How about Frankie?'

'Sounds good to me' I replied.

Grace handed me a glass of wine which I downed in one, grateful for all the help that I could get. Then it was to the door and 'Action'.

'Would you like a drink?' Ariana/Frankie asked as we came in to the room.

'White wine if you've got it' I replied, pleased that I didn't sound too nervous.

 

'Back in a second' she said, leaving me there with Grace training the camera on me. There were other fixed cameras in the room, to give a bit of variety to the shots in the final dvd.

Ariana returned and handed me a glass. We both took a drink, standing in the middle of the room. Ariana put her glass on an occasional table and took mine off me, putting it down too. She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me. I hoped that my surprise wasn't evident to the camera. I drew back and looked her in the eyes. She looked at me insistently, her back to the camera, silently chastising me for my reaction. 

She moved in to kiss me again. Her tongue probed my lips. Was she acting? I hadn't actually asked her if she was a lesbian in her private life, it hadn't crossed my mind when she was explaining about the role-play downstairs. If she was acting, she was much better at it than me. Her instruction came into my mind. I was supposed to be horny! I moved my tongue around hers, darting, probing in the way that I did with Andy. Would he be able to see what I was doing when he watched the dvd?

I parted from her. 'Let's go to bed!' I said.

'She stroked my face with the back of her hand, flicking a tress of my hair as she moved.

'I want to cut your hair' she said.

'I want to go to bed' I objected, reaching in to kiss her again.

'Please' she said.

'Why?' I asked, thinking that we certainly weren't going to win any awards for this dialogue.

'It'll be sexy' she replied.

'Don't you think I'm sexy enough?'

'For me, please?'

'I'm horny' I objected.

'I'll be quick, I promise' she said.

I decided that I had put up enough token resistance.

'Okay' I said in my meekest voice.

She kissed me on the forehead.

'I'll just get my things' she said, moving out of shot. I took another drink of my wine. She came back into shot.

'Where do you want me?' I asked.

She pulled a chair from under the table and brought it to the middle of the room. She stood behind it expectantly.

I sat down as she fiddled with the leather pouch that she had picked up off the table. She stroked my hair and I bent my head in towards her hand, trying to stay in character.

'Stand up a second' she said. I stood as she came around to face me.

'I don't want to get hair all over your dress, take it off' she said.

I paused, shocked.

'I'll be taking it off you in a minute when we go into the bedroom, so you may as well take it off now' she explained clumsily, more for my benefit rather than the benefit of the film, I suspected.

I paused again. I had not seen that coming, having taken Ariana's earlier explanation of the sequence of events a little too much at face value. Talk, cut, exit stage left, that's what I had expected. I looked at her pleadingly, not wanting to spoil the film for her.

'Here let me help you' she said, reaching up to the top button on my dress. I looked down as she undid that and then moved on to the next one. What was I doing? At least I had put on decent underwear, that was my one consolation. She finished the rest of the buttons and slipped the dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

'That's better' she said, standing back to look at me appreciatively. I could sense Grace move the camera up and down my body eagerly.

'Take this off' she said hooking an index finger inside the cup of my bra.

I looked at her again. This really wasn't going the way that I had thought, but then what had I expected exactly? She had told me that the film was about two horny lesbians heading for bed. She hadn't lied to me, just perhaps not been as forthcoming as she could have been. I could go with it or I could stop it right there. What would Andy think? What would he say? What would he want me to do?

Ariana moved forward, sensing that the pause was becoming too long. She cupped my left breast in her hand and kissed me as a way to buy me some time to think. The she stopped kissing me and leaned back from me.

'I want to see you, all of you, while I cut your hair' she said, before leaning back in to nibble my neck. She reached behind me and undid my bra, exasperated at the time that it was taking me to get on the same page as her. I reached up to catch it, to keep it pressed it to me, just as she moved her hands down to the waistband of my panties. She drew them down, planting a kiss on my carefully manicured 'barely there' strip of pubes. I let my bra go, deciding that the battle was lost once my panties hit the floor.

'Sit' she said.

I sat down, my gaze locked on hers. She smiled and crossed her arms at the hem of her tee-shirt, lifting it clear of her head in a fluid motion. She was bra-less underneath and her full breasts hung invitingly. She smiled and still without breaking our gaze, she undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor. The fact that she was pantiless indicated that she would have had plenty of time beforehand to let me know what was going to happen. But then that would have spoiled the element of surprise that she clearly wanted in aspects of the film other than just the haircut if possible. She reached for my hand and touched my fingers to her hairless mound, pressing them into her. This was way more acting than I had expected, but I would have had to be much stronger than I am not to be aroused by it. Her other hand reached up to my hair, stroking it.

'I'll be quick' she said, letting go of my hand.

She moved around behind me and I heard the clippers come to life. I wasn't sure how Anna the lesbian was meant to react to this so I exhaled an 'Oh' at the sound. That was as reluctant as I could manage on behalf of my hair at that moment, exposed to the world as I was. So much for my previous objections to the lack of insight into what the model was thinking in the film that Andy and I watched in our villa.

The sound of the clippers approached and I tried to prepare myself to enter the world of the short-haired for the first time that I could remember. Ariana touched the clippers to my temple and I let out a sigh, probably the sigh that had been building since I had been stripped for all the world to see. Then I thought again. It wasn't for all the world to see. It was for a very small number of people to see, amongst them my husband; my husband who got turned on by the thought of other people pleasuring themselves over the sight of his wife getting her hair cut. What would he think about his naked wife getting her haircut by another naked woman? I just hope that he has a box of tissues handy, I concluded.

Ariana worked quickly, moving the clippers over my scalp in the way that I had watched her do on the dvd when she reduced the hair to an even inch or so all over, in preparation for taking the sides a bit shorter with a different attachment. The sensation made me sigh again, but that was most definitely me sighing, not my character. Grace was moving around me, trying to capture as much of the action as possible. I just wished that I could see what I looked like with my hair so short, but in the absence of a mirror, that would have to wait until the cut was finished. 

'I didn't want my hair cut' I said, deciding that I had ought to object on behalf of my character.

'You'll be beautiful' Ariana/Frankie said in a bid to reassure me/Anna.

My head had been tilted forward as she worked at the back of my head. I stared at the pile of hair lying forlornly in my lap. It was too late now, I thought. The slight vibrating sensation stopped and the clippers fell silent. The metallic sensation was replaced by Ariana's fingers as she ran her hand over my head, presumably to make sure that everything was the same length before she moved on to the next stage.

I heard her put the clippers down on the table behind me and then I felt both hands on my head, moving in a circular motion. Her fingers traced a line down each side of my neck and onto my shoulders, before she leant over me and cupped my breasts in her hands. Grace was directly in front of me capturing every caress. Ariana nibbled my ear and then uttered a single word: 'feel'.

I put my hand up slowly and awkwardly, partially obstructed by her arms until she realised the problem and stood away from me. I touched my head to assess my half-finished haircut.

Skin. Not hair. Skin. Everywhere.

'What the fuck..' I uttered. Anna the character was gone. That was on behalf of me and me alone. 

'You've shaved me' I exclaimed indignantly.

'Not yet' Ariana replied.

'You're not going to..? I don't want to' I objected.

She ignored me as my hand moved around and around in a vain search for hair. There was none. Anywhere. Only the slightest hint of stubble.

I turned and looked at her. She bent forward and kissed my bald head, tracing a pattern with her tongue. 

'See how sexy that feels, it'll be better when I shave it. You'll come every time you touch it.' I had to agree that she had sent tingles down my spine when she kissed me.

She was gone and I heard a hissing sound behind me. It only meant one thing, but what difference did it make now? What would Andy say? My mind was racing, any thought of acting had gone for the time being, it was just me wondering. Wondering how the world would see me, wondering more about Andy. Wondering about the wording in the contract, for all the good that would do me now. Had there been anything about having my head shaved? Wasn't it just a haircut film? Did this count as a haircut?

I was brought out of my frantic musings by new sensations: the shaving cream being expertly spread over my scalp, the caress of the razor. I decided just to go with it. After all, what else could I do now. I closed my eyes, concentrating, tingles travelling from my scalp to more intimate places. I crossed my legs, allowing much of the hair that had gathered there to fall to the floor. Ariana was having an almost hypnotic effect on me now that I had calmed down. I was absorbed in the sensations, trying to think how it would feel to have Andy caress my smooth head. Then Ariana was using a towel to wipe what must have been the last traces of shaving cream from my head, her work done.

She came around in front of me and admired her work, while trying to keep out of the way of the camera which was also trying to capture the result of her work. She bent forward and kissed me on the top of my head before standing up and holding out her hand to me.

'Come on, let's go to bed' she said. 

I stood up and took her hand, following her across the room to where our pretend bedroom was. Grace tracked us with the camera, but didn't follow us. Then we turned a corner into the corridor and Ariana stopped. She turned to me.

'You look beautiful' she said. I let go of her hand and tried to cover my modesty a little, however foolish that must sound after having sat there exposed for so long.

'You did really well' she added, giving me a peck on the cheek.

'I didn't know you were going to do that' I said, touching my hand to my scalp.

'Shaving videos are very popular, there's a lot of demand for them' she said.

'But the one you gave us wasn't one of these' I objected, still running my fingers over my head.

'Would you have come back if I had chosen one for you?'

I shook my head in response.

'There you are then, but it really suits you, it's something that I thought you should do as soon as I saw you.'

'Couldn't you have talked to me about it?'

'That would take away the element of surprise which is so important to our films' she replied.

I pondered what she had said.

'I was certainly surprised!' I said.

'Come on, let's go and put some clothes on.'

We walked back into the main room where Grace was busying herself with the camera equipment.

'That was great' she said. 'May I?' she asked, indicating that she wanted to stroke my denuded head. I shrugged. She reached up and touched me lightly, moving her fingers ever so slowly. I closed my eyes to enjoy her touch, forgetting my nakedness for a moment. If this was what it feels like, perhaps I should just let my shock go. Ariana joined Grace in stroking my head and then I felt a tweak on my left nipple. I opened my eyes to see Grace smile at me. She leant towards me to kiss me, but doing it so slowly that she was giving me the opportunity to pull back. I didn't. 

The fiction of the role play was becoming fact, twice over, as what was a cheeky tweak of my nipple became a caress, which became a squeeze. I had hands all over me, fingers stroking me, fingers exploring me, which is where I must draw a veil over the next hour or so.

Before I left, Ariana applied some sun screen to my scalp to prevent me from burning once I got out in the sun. While Ariana was doing that, I could sense Grace watching me intently. She suggested that Ariana should shave my eyebrows off to complete the look, which I politely declined. My hairdresser had tried to tempt me into eyebrow shaping from time to time, but it had never appealed. Anyway, I decided that I had enough to cope with for one day, without adding to it.

I had hoped to take at least a rough cut of the film with me, but given the diversion of our post-film antics, I had to give up on that idea. I would just have to present myself to Andy rather than slip the dvd under the door for him to watch on his own as I had planned originally.

Once I got back to the villa, I saw Andy by the pool reading. I called to him and sat in the lounge to wait for him to come in. I had considered wearing a hat and then performing a grand unveiling, but in the end I just decided to sit there in all my glory. As I waited for him, I thought back over the events of the morning. The anticipation of having my hair cut short, the realisation that my head had been shaved. The eventual satisfaction that although I had been tricked, I wouldn't have had it any other way. It had been exciting, it had been thrilling, it had been the most erotic thing that I had done and even if Andy hated it, I was still glad that I had experienced what I had in those hours with Ariana (and Grace!). 

Andy came in. He stopped in his tracks. He stared. He smiled.

'Jeez, that's what you call a haircut!' he exclaimed in that way of his that really shows his sensitive, caring side.

'Do you like it' I asked, his answer barely concealed by his swimming trunks. I really must have a word with him about his choice of leisure wear as that was the second time he had been betrayed by his inadequate clothing. What would happen on the beach if his roving eye got the better of him? Just as well that we were within the confines of our villa for most of the time.

'Little Andy likes it!' he said with a dirty chuckle. 'What made you go that far?' he asked.

'You'll have to wait for the dvd' I answered.

I didn't want to talk any more. I wanted to be held, I wanted to be stroked.

The large proportion of the rest of our holiday was spent in bed watching the dvd that Ariana hand delivered to the villa the following day. It was everything that I had hoped for; Andy actually told me that for him my dvd would replace all the porn in the world, it was that good. That did set me thinking about when exactly it was that he was getting to assess the quality of the porn available to him when he wasn't with me, but I decided that it was something that could wait for another time! I didn't want to spoil what we had stumbled into on that trip.

We've been home for a couple of months now. You're probably wondering how things went once we got back and whether I decided to try shaving my head again. Well....

I'm sitting here at the kitchen table writing this. I'm bald and am likely to remain so for the foreseeable future. I don't know what it is about my bald head, but it has opened things up between Andy and I. We like nothing better than exploring our favourite websites watching people having haircuts and headshaves, before finding some bedtime reading. About haircuts and headshaves of course. Neither of us knew that we would find such things a turn-on, but we certainly do. Every few days I shave my head again, or if Andy is lucky I let him do it for me. My baldness has started more than one conversation with strangers when I've been out shopping and a couple of these have actually turned into friendships. They're still at an early stage, but it is obvious to me that they may well turn out to be rather interesting.

There's a couple of other developments that I should tell you about before I go. My 'barely there' strip of pubes isn't barely there anymore. After being so closely acquainted with Adriana after making my movie I decided that it should go. It saves a lot of effort trying to get it just right and I just like the completely bare look so much better now.

The other major development was done as a treat for Andy about two weeks after we got back. Just as everything was settling down and we were both becoming rather nonchalent about my baldness, I had a flashback while I was shaving my head in the bathroom one Saturday night and I thought back to something that Grace had said. I finished shaving and stared at my reflection in the mirror, admiring myself unashamedly. Then I picked up the shaving foam can and smeared a little over each eyebrow. The effort to remove them was minimal, but the difference in my appearance was massive. Who would have thought that the removal of such a small strip of hair could change the whole definition of one's face to such an extent? 

Andy was already in bed when I came out of the bathroom. He had known that he would be getting a freshly-shaven wife that night, but my new look was quite unexpected. I don't think that I had even told him about Grace's suggestion and although we had come across the occasional girl on the web who had done it, I had completely surprised him again. He looked at me and then looked some more. The covers went back and once again he showed his approval in what had become his traditional way. I really don't want to say more about that now, but if I tell you that for over a month now, the only hair on my body has been my eyelashes, that should give you an idea of how we like our newly discovered pastime. I do draw eyebrows on most of the time when I go out of the house, but I love knowing that as soon as I come home I can just wipe them off and step back into the World of the hairless and blissfully happy.

There's not much more to tell for now and anyway, I need to go and get ready for when Andy comes home. I have a little surprise or him for this weekend. It's been obvious to me since we came back that he has wondered what he would look like if he allowed someone to take the clippers to his conventionally styled locks, but that he just hasn't felt able to take the step on his own. Well, everybody needs some help sometimes and tonight I'm going to help him. I'm not going to take him all the way to bald straight off, but he is going to have a decision to make as to whether he stops at the number two that he is going to get without question or whether he goes further. I do hope that he goes further...

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