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I had been sitting in the cafe for a while, consoling myself about the way the day had gone so far when my eye was drawn to a customer who had just walked in. She had a confident look about her. Not overtly glamourous, but stylish. Mousey hair falling to her shoulders in the 'natural' manner that only a good hairdresser could achieve. She was wearing jeans and a casual shirt, obviously a cut above what was available from an ordinary high street outlet. She was a confident woman, probably in her early forties. Easy on the eye is how I would describe her.

I hesitated to approach her, given my failure to generate even the flicker of interest from anyone so far. To be fair, I hadn't approached anyone who was in that age bracket, but perhaps that was where I was going wrong. Perhaps the younger set are too vain to want to experiment a little. Although when I think about it, I'm not that far off being forty myself. The 'younger set' probably just thought that I was a sad old man! I waited for her to get seated and then went across.

'Hi, I don't want you to think that I'm weird or anything, but I was wondering if I could talk to you for a couple of minutes about a project I'm doing. I'm making a movie and I need a star.' This must have been the twentieth time that day that I had used that line and I was getting good at it; perhaps too good. I was wondering if she could tell that I had had a lot of practice.

'And you think that I'm going to be your star?'

At least she hadn't shot me down with a withering look the way that several of the other 'candidates' had.

'I don't know, that's why I wanted to talk to you. Can I get you another coffee?'

She smiled and held up her hand to tell me that she was fine. I nodded towards the empty chair.

'Please' she said as she motioned for me to sit down.

'I'm James, by the way' I said, holding out my hand.

'Susan, but I let movie moguls call me Sue' she replied with a smile.

'Hello, Susan' I said pointedly, returning her smile.

'I wouldn't call myself a movie mogul, I just have an idea for a film and I want to see if I can make it' I replied.

'So, what's this movie about then?' she asked.

'Well, it's sort of an anti-beauty-industry film, I suppose. I want to show that a woman doesn't need to spend hours and hours and lots of money on haircare to look beautiful.'

She instinctively reached up and ran her fingers through her hair.

'So it's a campaign film then?' she asked.

'Sort of' I replied, eager not to get drawn into too much discussion about the rationale for the argument. It wouldn't be long before she saw holes in my thinking and that lack of preparation was perhaps an indication that I hadn't really expected to have this conversation with anyone. How about that for confidence?

'So how do I fit in as your "star"?' she asked.

'Well, I need someone who looks great with long hair who looks even better with short hair' I said, hoping that my voice sounded more confident to her than it did in my head.

'You want me to cut my hair, is that what you're saying?' she asked, more serious now than she was at first.

'The whole idea is to show you before the transformation and then again afterwards, emphasising how you don't need the prop of long hair.'

'Let me get this straight. You're making a film about someone getting a haircut, is that right?'

'Well, it involves someone getting a haircut, but there's more to it than that.'

'Such as?' she challenged.

'It can be understood on many levels' I said, hoping that she wouldn't ask me what these were.

'And they would be..?' she fired back.

I smiled. 'That would depend upon the viewpoint of the individual. Everyone will see it in their own way.'

'And by everyone, you mean who exactly?'

'Whoever sees it' I replied.

'And is that likely to be a large number of people?'

'It isn't important to me if the audience is only you and I. It's the process of making the film that interests me most' I replied, pleased with myself for the smart answer.

'So I'm potentially getting my hair cut for your pleasure and yours alone?'

'Yours too' I fired back.

She raised her eyebrows.

'Have you any idea how long it would take me to grow it again?'

'Would you though, once you've gone short?' I asked.

'We'd have to see' she replied.

I took a long sip from my coffee, giving her a little time to think about what I had said.

'Look Sue, I don't want to annoy you or intrude. Have a think about it and if you're interested, give me a call' I said, digging one of my cards out of my pocket.

'It certainly made this coffee break more interesting' she said, inspecting the card that I had given her.

We shook hands and I left, trying not to look too despondent.

I went home and made notes about my various encounters of the day, eager to put together as much as I could remember so that future forays would be more successful. I had been alternating between periods of deep thought where I tried to remember as many details as I could and periods of writing on my pc so that I could put some order into my thinking later on.

I was disturbed from my reverie by the ringing of the phone.

'Hello' I ventured.

'James?'

'Yes'

'Hi, this is Sue, from the cafe.'

'Hi Sue, as if I would have forgotten you!' I exclaimed.

'I've been thinking about your little project and I think I would like to know more.'

'Excellent' I said, before realising how desperate it made me sound.

'What happens now?' she asked.

Indeed, I wondered, never having had anyone bite before.

'Well, how about lunch to talk about the details' I said.

'Ok, how about you book somewhere for tomorrow and text me with the details' she said.

'Will do' I said, unable to believe what I was hearing.

'I'll look forward to it' she said and then was gone.

I returned to my pc, not to make a list of failed tactics as I had been doing, but to make a list of what I needed to put together before I talked to Sue again. It was more than an hour before I had booked somewhere for lunch and sent her a text to give her the details. A few minutes later my phone chimed with an incoming message. I looked at it. A single smiley was all that she had sent. I went back to my planning.

By the time I met her the next day I had thought everything through and had even gone as far as booking a studio to use.

She looked just as good as she had when I first saw her, casually dressed, but smart. We got the formalities out of the way and while we were waiting for our food we got down to business.

'Ok then, do you want me to start or have you got questions that you want to ask?'

'You first' she said, smiling.

'Well, as I said yesterday, I want to film you getting your hair cut and show that you are even more beautiful afterwards than with all of this hair.'

'And who's going to cut my hair?'

'That would be me' I replied.

'So this really is film-making on a shoe-string then' she said, apparently unimpressed.

'There's a budget, but I want to spend it on what is important.'

'Which would be?'

'I want to spend most of the money on outfits for you and I've also booked a spa session for you, so that you feel tip top before the shoot.'

'Wow, that's a bit presumptuous of you isn't it?'

'I can always cancel it if I need to' I replied.

She nodded.

'Ok then, tell me about these clothes.'

'Well, if you have time, I thought that we could go shopping after lunch and pick stuff up.'

'What sort of stuff' she asked.

'I want to you to wear a something like a cocktail dress, not too formal, but something that will make you feel good. I'm also going to buy you something to go underneath, something pretty, so you can't help but feel wonderful.'

She raised her eyebrows in the way that I had noticed when we first met.

'I get to choose and I get to keep?' she asked.

'We'll pick something together, but whatever we buy has to be something that you are happy with. The whole point of this is that you look and feel fabulous. If you're not comfortable with something then it's very hard to project how happy you are.But yes, you get to keep whatever we buy.'

'Agreed. Now what about this spa?'

'I booked you in for the works, before the shoot. Facial, massage, Brazilian, the lot.'

'Brazilian? Now that is being presumptuous.'

'I just told them to book you in for one of everything' I said, definitely sounding feeble.

'And who says I need a Brazilian? And who says I need a Brazilian to be in a movie about hair products? And who says I need to wear something pretty underneath my dress for a movie about hair products?' she said without a pause.

'The guy whose movie it is' I replied. 'That's how I want to make my movie.'

She sighed in response.

'And how much is my fee?'

'I'll pay you ?1000 in addition to the clothes that we buy' I replied.

She nodded slowly.

'?2000 and I'll come along to see what sort of taste you have in clothes' she said.

'Let's pay the man and go shopping' I said, not wanting to waste time negotiating with her.

We settled up quickly and went out on to the main street. I realised then that I wasn't too sure about where to take her to buy clothes. Having something in mind was quite different from actually buying the stuff. I headed for one of the upmarket department stores, but she realsied quickly where I was headed and stopped.

'You're better off in a small boutique if you want decent stuff, you know.' she said.

I made an 'after you' gesture and decided that there was no point arguing with her. Within minutes we were inside a small lingerie store just off the main street. The sort of place that strikes fear into men's hearts. There was no hiding place, nowhere to skulk. Thankfully Sue asked the assistant to let her browse for a while. The assistant went to the back of the shop to pretend to be busy while we looked.

'What exactly are you thinking of?' she asked.

I looked around at the racks, quickly spotting the display of basques. I moved towards them and she bent her head closer to mine and said quietly 'One of those?'

'I thought that it would give you an extra sparkle, wearing something this sexy underneath your dress' I said.

She looked at what was on display, reluctant to get too close.

The assistant approached and asked whether we had found anything that we liked.

'This one' I said, indicating one of the black basques.

'But that's cupless' Sue said.

'You know how I like those on you, darling' I said, hoping that she would enter into the pretence and wouldn't tell the assistant that we barely knew each other.

'I thought that you might like something different, darling' she replied, with a little too much emphasis on the 'darling' part.

'You know what a creature of habit I am' I replied.

'Well, alright then, but next time I choose' she said.

The assistant boxed one up in Sue's size and added some stockings to the box, just to get the bill as high as possible. I would be paying this off for a long time, but I just had to tell myself that it would be worth it.

Shopping for the dress was far less interesting, but no less expensive. By the time I had been persuaded to buy shoes for the outfit, I was down a month's salary!

Just before we parted I gave her the details of the beauty salon where I had booked her in for the morning and gave her the address of the studio for the photo shoot. I told her that I would take the clothes so that she wouldn't need to worry about bringing them with her tomorrow. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

In the morning I regretted having booked the salon appointment. I just wanted to get to the studio, but knew that I had to wait until 2pm.

I got there early to make sure that everything was set up and ready for her,laying out the clothes in the changing area, making sure that the lighting around the chair in the main studio was just right. Just as I was checking that I had all my camera settings right, I heard her coming down the corridor.

'Hiya, James' she said.

'Hi Sue, how did you get on?'

'It was lovely, thank you.'

'So it did the trick then?'

'I'm all relaxed if that's what you mean' she replied.

'I'll make a coffee if you want to get changed. Your things are in there' I said, pointing to the side room.

She turned and walked away, a noticeable spring in her step. I made coffee and sat in the chair to wait for her. I turned the cameras on so that I wouldn't miss anything.

After a couple of minutes she came out.

'Wow' I said, genuinely impressed with how good she looked in the dress.

She did a twirl so that I could appreciate where so much of my month's salary had gone. It was worth every penny!

'Ok so is there a script or are we just improvising?' she asked.

'If you just want to walk over here and stand in front of the canvas, I'll take some still shots first' I said.

She struck various poses and moved well. The stills that I glanced at looked good and I was sure that the video footage would be excellent. She turned this way and that, looking over her shoulder at me with a seductive smile.

'Can you just ease the strap off your left shoulder' I asked, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She drew the strap down slowly and pouted for me as I took more pictures. I put the still camera down and picked up one of my movie cameras.

'Okay, Sue, would you like to have a seat' I said.

She stood upright and moved towards the chair, her eyes fixed on the camera. I nodded my approval. She sat down and crossed her legs, silently waiting for whatever was coming next.

I let the camera play on her for a second or two longer before speaking to her.

'Ok Sue, are you comfortable?'

'Yes, thank you James' she said pointedly, knowing that my anonimity was compromised now just as hers was.

'Would you like to slip your dress off before I cut your hair?'

She looked daggers at me.

'It would be a shame not to show what you have on underneath, wouldn't it?' I said, more in hope than anything else.

'What's underneath here is for me to know, that's all' she replied haughtily.

'Maybe after your haircut then' I said, a little deflated.

'Perhaps, if I like how you cut my hair' she replied with a teasing smile.

'So how would you like me to cut your hair?' I asked.

She reached up and ran her hand though the hair at her crown.

'I'm in your hands' she replied.

By now I had put down the hand-held camera and was relying on the two fixed mounted cameras to capture what was going on.

'Do you think you'll like short hair?'

'I'm sure I'll get used to it.'

'Aren't you looking forward to getting out of the shower and just being able to rub your head dry without needing conditioner and a hairdryer?'

'I can see the advantages' she replied tersely. I was actually having some difficulty trying to guage her mood;one moment she appeared to be entering into the spirit of the situation, the next she appeared to be very reluctant. I suppose that it was understandable given that she was in a studio alone with someone she barely knew.

I held up a tress of her hair in front of her face.

'Do you think you'll still be sexy without this?' I asked.

'I'm sure I will.'

'Do you think you'll be sexier without it?'

'Do you?' she replied.

'Without doubt' I said.

She adjusted her position on the seat as I started to brush her hair. There was no mirror for her to look at, just the cameras ranged in front of her.

Up to that point I hadn't made my final decision as to how I was going to cut her hair, whether to do it in stages or to go for broke and get to the final cut. Then I had an idea. I picked up the clippers and flicked the switch so that they sprang to life. Sue jumped at the sudden sound. I turned them off again.

'How much do you know about clippers?' I asked.

'I know that they are used in barbershops' she replied.

'Basically, you can control the length that they cut by adding a guard. They come in various sizes. If you don't fit a guard, they leave hardly anything behind.'

'And you're going to use them on me?'

'Would you like me to?'

'I don't think so' she replied.

'I think I'm going to' I said.

'No, please' she said softly.

'Take you dress off and we'll talk about it' I said, not for one minute expecting her to entertain the idea, but I had to ask, just in case!

'Talk about what?' she asked.

'Whether I'm going to use a guard or not' I replied.

'So you're going to use them anyway?' she asked.

I nodded.

'The only issue is whether I use a guard, and believe me there's quite a difference between no guard and a guard' I said after a pause to let the prospect of a clipper cut sink in.

'That's not fair' she protested.

I held the clippers where she could see them and made a show of removing the guard. I flicked the switch again and moved behind her. I lifted the hair at her nape and pressed the clippers to her neck. 

'Wait' she said suddenly. 'I'll do it.'

I took a step back and watched as she stood up. She turned to face me and reached up to her zip which she expertly undid. She eased her dress off and stood there in all her glory, breasts exposed in her basque. I was fixated by her breasts for a moment. They were perfect, not too large, not too small, with fabulous dark brown nipples which appeared to be enjoying the experience as much as I was.

Despite her agreement to take her dress off, this wasn't turning out the way that I had intended and I was starting to feel more than a little uncomfortable about what I had done. I had basically threatened to shave the poor woman's head unless she took her dress off. All on camera.

I stood in front of the main camera and looked at her.

'Sue, look, I don't want you to feel that I'm forcing you to do anything here. I'm happy for you to put your dress back on and let you have a think about whether you want to do this. I'll pay you for your time today, of course.'

I was starting to talk too quickly. The whole thing was going down the toilet and I could think of absolutely nothing to pull it back.

'You can use a guard if you want, but I don't mind what you do' she said.

I was stunned. I was expecting he to run crying from the room, to stand up and slap my face, anything but what she just said.

I looked at her, running those few words around in my head, desperately trying to make sure that she had indeed said what I thought she said and that there was no chance for me to have misunderstood.

'Would you like me to use a number one?' I asked.

'Is that what you want?' she asked.

'Not really' I replied.

'You really should learn to grasp opportunities that come your way, you know' she replied mischeviously. The reluctant figure that had appeared just moments ago was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she was acting a role in my movie after all.

So here I was, alone in a room with a beautiful woman in her underwear, a pair of clippers within reach, being told that I should grasp opportunities that were presented to me. If ever there was a wet dream, this was it! I was interrupted in my thoughts as she started to speak again.

'A close friend of mine had a change of hairstyle this morning and that set me thinking. She hadn't ever had more than an occasional trim, and most of the time it was just a wild tangle, but this morning she had the lot off. It's a look that suits her and she wishes that she had done it years ago' she said with a smile.

I was trying to work out what she was talking about. She must have met someone at the spa, I thought.

'I can show you what she looks like now if you like? It's a shame you didn't see her before so that you could really appreciate the change' she said.

Still bemused, I nodded.

She reached down and pulled out the waistband of her panties, proudly displaying the hairless flesh below her navel. She looked me in the eye and smiled again.

'You've opened me up to new experiences with that, so I think I would be stupid not to see what else I've been missing' she said.

I had stopped listening when she mentioned the words 'opened up' whilst inviting me to look down her panties!
    
She let her waistband go and the fabric snapped back into place against her belly.

'Ah, now I understand!' I said. 'Your friend' I said knowingly.

'She's been a good friend to me' she replied.

'You'll have to introduce us' I said.

'She's camera shy' Sue replied.

'So if I turn the camera off...'

'You won't be able to make your movie' she replied quickly.

'That isn't quite so important now' I replied.

'Business first' she said.

'You're right, business first' I said, my ever-unreliable voice displaying its tell-tale quiver once again.

I turned to the camera and said 'Shooting re-commences' before moving back behind Sue once more. I am not sure why I said that, just another display of nerves, I suppose.

I picked up the clippers and removed the guard. I flicked the switch and touched them to her temple without any further delay. I could see that she had closed her eyes. She stretched her legs out and pointed her feet, lengthening her legs even further. She sighed and drew her legs back closer to the chair.

In this short span, I had revealed the right-hand side of her head and was concentrating desperately in a bid to steady my hand. The hair at her forehead offered no resistance to the clipper blades and pass after pass meant that I needed to change position to tackle the other side. I paused to look at her. She was the picture of contentment, eyes closed, resplendednt in her lingerie. Her waist was pinched slightly by the corset which accentuated her naked breasts. I could think of no way that my life would get any better than this. She moved slightly, eager for me to continue.

I made short work of the length of her hair and soon had just a bit of tidying up to do, dealing with the odd straggler that had evaded the onslaught of the clippers. I moved my free hand over her scalp, checking my work. She shifted slightly in her seat as I explored the contours of her scalp. If anything, her eyes seeemd to be even more firmly shut as I did this. I was pleased with my work and hoped that she would be too.

She said nothing to break the silence that had enveloped us now that the clippers had been turned off. I put the clippers down and picked the can of shaving foam out of my equipment bag. The sensation of the foam being spread over her scalp seemed to surprise her.

'You don't do things by halves do you' she said softly.

'I thought we'd do it the same as your friend' I said. She laughed a sexy little laugh and then settled herself again while I worked. I was aware of her moving in her seat slowly as I slid the razor over her scalp. Slowly, I transferred the foam from her head to the towel I was using to wipe the razor every few strokes. Several minutes later I had run out of resistance to the blade and was happy that she was now as smooth as she was going to be. I stroked her head with a dry part of the towel removing the last traces of foam. I bent forward and planted the lightest kiss on the top of her denuded scalp.

She straightened up at the touch of my lips and then reached up with her left hand to explore the new 'Sue' for the first time. She moved her hand slowly, appreciating every nuance.

'If you want to slip your dress back on, we'll do some pictures' I said.

She stood up and turned to me, giving me my first glimpse of my work from a reasonable angle. Even if she hated it, I was delighted with the result. While I mused, she had wriggled into her dress and drawn the zip up as far as she could. She turned her back to me to allow me to finish the task.

She moved across to the same area that we had used for the initial photo shoot and went through the motions again, adopting various poses as I clicked away with my cameras, alternating between still shots and some movies.

She appeared more confident in her poses this time, even though she hadn't yet seen herself in a mirror. This intrigued me as I thought that the first thing that she would do would be to ask to see how she looked with no hair.

'You haven't seen yourself yet' I said as she changed her pose to look at me over her shoulder.

'It's about the feel at the moment, it's like being with someone when you have a blindfold on. It's all about touch and feel' she expanded. She saw the expression on my face.

'There's something for you to try' she said with that smile of hers.

With that thought in my mind, she struck a few more poses before standing up.

'That's it' she said 'I've had enough!'

I put my camera down and went over to check the fixed cameras that I had left running after Sue's haircut. I was aware that she had sat down and that she was watching me while I checked various pieces of equipment and started to put cameras into cases.

'Did you get what you wanted?' she asked.

'I'll have to check what I got later on, but I'm sure that I've enough to do what I need.'

'And I'll get a copy?' she asked.

'As many as you want' I replied.

When I had finished with the last camera, I turned slightly. I was still pre-occupied with clearing up and was not intending to look at her directly. Out of the corner of my eye, I was aware that something had changed. I looked towards her and the change was that she was no longer wearing the black dress. Or the panties.

'I thought that you might like to compare' she said.

I put down the camera bag and moved towards her, an elegant bald woman, breasts and groin exposed to the world, the rest of her body encased in a sleek black confection. She stood still as I ran the backs of my fingers lightly across her mound, following its definition faithfully. I turned my hand and traced the line of her cleft with a single finger, waiting any moment for the sting of a slap across my face. It did not come.

She reached down and took my hand in hers, bringing my finger to her lips. She took my finger into her mouth slowly, fixing my eyes with hers as she tasted her own wetness.

'That's as much as you get until we match' she said.

I looked at her, understanding, but not wanting to understand. Was her price one that I wanted to pay? What would the impact be on my 'normal' life?

'Don't keep the lady waiting, now' she said, aware that control was hers alone. Later reflection would convince me that the power had been with her throughout the session.

I moved a hand to caress her breast, secretly amused that I should even attempt this as a ploy to buy myself time to think. She slapped it away playfully before I made contact and then turned to where her dress lay. I let her go and watched as she stepped into it once more.

I was going to regret this for the rest of my life and wouldn't be able to finish my film. I knew that it would just sit there untouched if I didn't do what needed to be done. She was giving me a taste of what it was like to be given the option that I was giving to women everyday. She was showing me how I was providing a glimpse of a taboo to people who might want to try it in the privacy of their own bedrooms, but who knew that once done, the secret would not be a secret. It would be on public view, with even the best attempts to conceal it being futile.

'Okay' I said.

'Well there's a fine way to tell a lady that you want to make love to her' she said with a stern look.

'Is that we'll be doing?'

'A fine way to tell a lady that you want to fuck her, is that better?' she asked.

'Sorry, I just wanted to hear you say it' I said, mischeviously.

'The only thing you're going to hear me say is 'Goodbye' in a minute' she said.

I sat down in the chair that she had occupied so recently.

'Oh, no you don't' she said. 'Naked!' she said a little more firmly.

I stripped as quickly as I could, while I mused that if you have to be shaved against your better judgement, the only way to do it than with the assistance of a beautiful, bald woman who has most of her assets on display.

I have to hand it to her, she wielded the clippers with some skill. I would almost have thought that she had done it before, but I have to confess that my attention was elsewhere. Namely on the droplet that was clearly visible on her now prominent pussy lips. I know that it is rude to stare, but some things just have to be enjoyed. I like to think that I was witnessing her appreciation of what she was doing at that moment as well as what I had done to her earlier, but perhaps I was just kidding myself. She had worked quickly and the sound of the clippers stopped. She brushed off a few strays and took a step back to assess her work.

'You'll do' she said.

I went to get up, but she tilted her head in a disapproving look.

'Not yet you don't' she said and pointed the silent clippers at my groin. The only thing that I could think of when she did that was how my own hand had trembled as I had shaved her head. I closed my eyes and slid forward on the chair.

While she had been shaving my head, she had steadfastly ignored my erection. I wasn't sure whether this was because she was unimpressed by what I had to offer or because she wanted to concentrate on the task in hand. Now though, there could be no ignoring it since it was right there in her field of operations, so to speak.

She grasped me in her left hand and flicked the clippers into life. The way that she moved my like a joy stick as she worked amused me, but I was also a little concerned at the damage that could be wrought by a slip of the clippers. She worked quickly, denuding my lower belly and leaving me wondering why I had never done this for myself. Fear of being exposed in the changing room, I suppose. She flicked the clippers off and looked at me.

'The rest is too fiddly for now, but you must promise me that you'll come with me to the salon and get yourself done properly. As in waxed' she said with a malicious smile.

I would rather stick pins in my eyes than submit my sack to being waxed, I thought, but it is amazing what you will agree to when somebody is holding you by your erection.

'Can I trust you?' she asked.

I nodded a definitive 'Never in a million years' which she took to be a 'Yes'. My reward was to see my manhood disappear into her mouth. However, she was just making a point as no sooner had she made it disappear than it was slowly returned to the world, none the worse for its ordeal. She stood up and held her hand out to me. We embraced as I stood, caressing each other's scalp as we kissed. I wished at that moment that I had had the foresight to book a studio with a bed, but I had been brought up to make the best of a bad situation, so that was what I did. Anyway, doggy-style must have been invented for this very circumstance. I would of course like to say that our coupling was of epic proportions, but I doubt that I would fool too many people. Neither of us had any complaints though and as a first encounter, there was little about it that I regretted. Sue's only regret was that her stockings were ruined!

Sue hung around long enough to help me put the studio back the way I had found it and even put the finishing touches to my haircut before we went our separate ways. She left me to finish off the work in progress down below.

Over the next week or so, I edited the material that I had shot, putting together a piece that was broadly in line with the outline that I had given Sue when we first met. It was artistic and erotic without a single nipple on display. I had decided to save the 'Director's Cut' for myself!

I texted her to say that the film was ready if she wanted to let me know how to get it to her, but at first I heard nothing from her. I began to wonder about the impact of her new haircut on her private life, whether her husband or boyfriend had teased out of her what she had done with the guy who had cut her hair off. I started to think that it might be an idea to find somewhere else to live. Certainly changing my phone number was something that I needed to attend to. I resolved to get myself a new phone that day, but something came up and I didn't get round to it.

It must have been two or three weeks later when my phone rang.


'Hello stranger' the female voice said.

'Hello' I mumbled back, trying to put a name to the voice as quickly as I could.

'Fucked any bald women lately?' she asked.

How do you answer a question like that without incriminating yourself. I had seen too many movies, I decided.

'Sue' I said as cheerfully as I could.

'You've forgotten me already?' she queried.

'How could I?' I asked, still a little uncomfortable.

'You said to get in touch to get my film off you, so that's what I'm doing' she said, sensing my reticence.

'You sound worried' she continued.

'I'm just waiting for you to say that your husband knows where I live and is loitering outside for me.' I said.

'I don't think that I said anything about having a husband' she said testily.

'I'm sorry, Sue, I just assumed that there was a Mr Sue.'

'Not anymore there isn't. Anyway, I just rang to say that you can deliver my copy to Bliss tomorrow at 10.'

'Bliss' I repeated. That was the spa where I had made the appointment for Sue on the day before the shoot.

'Yes, Bliss. There are currently two appointments at 10, one for me and one for you, but by the sound of it, I should go ahead and cancel one of them.'

'An appointment for me?'

'I know that it's stupid of me, but I had this idea in my head that we could get ourselves waxed and then see if those clippers of yours still work. Oh, I've gone and bought a blindfold too, but never mind' she said.

I didn't know what to say. The idea of being so intimately exposed to someone that I had no intention of sleeping with filled me with dread. The idea of having somebody pour wax over my most sensitive parts and then violently ripping the hair out by the root just terrified me.

'Ten o'clock, you said?' was the most resistance that I could put up.

'If you're still interested' she said.

'Sue, I'm sorry for being a bit off. I didn't know who it was, I didn't expect to hear from you again, I thought you'd got a big husband..'

'Do shut up, you're blabbing' she said.

I shut up.

'Friends again?' she queried.

'Very much so' I replied, still terrified at what was in store for me.

'Ten o'clock then' she said.

I was about to reply, but then realised that she had hung up. I sat with the phone next to me for several minutes thinking about the phone call and what tomorrow held. I was only grateful that self-employment meant that I could be fairly flexible about my work schedule.

Despite all my misgivings I was outside the salon shortly before ten the following day. As I looked around for Sue I saw a car door open. I still had the fear that this would be her husband coming to beat me with a bat, but was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Sue. Alone and beautiful with a light covering of fuzz on her head.

She smiled at me and hugged me.

'Thank you' she said.

'What for?' I asked.

'For coming here. I know that it isn't something that you want to to do and isn't something that you would do unprompted.'

'It's a pleasure' I said, eager to keep the day on a better footing than yesterday's conversation.

'Believe me, it won't be, but just think of what is to come afterwards.'

'And that would be?'

'You' she said with a killer smile.'And me, or there will be trouble.'

We went in, but what went on inside is something that I do not wish to recall. It involved humiliation and pain and whilst I understand that some people like that sort of thing, I am not one of them. The only positive thing to come out of it was to give me an appreciation of the lengths that women go to to please their men.

Sue walked out of the salon with a spring in her step and I walked out gingerly. She laughed at me and squeezed my arm.

'Perhaps we should forget about this afternoon' she said playfully.

'I'm sure that I'll recover over lunch' I replied.

She guided me to her car and drove us out into the countryside and pulled into the driveway of a very nice looking house.

'This is all that's left of that husband that you're so preoccupied with. He went off with a younger woman and is history, as they say.'

'Idiot!' I exclaimed. She smiled.

She led the way to the front door and ushered me in. I took a seat in the lounge and she turned on her heel and went into what I think was the kitchen. When she returned, she was carrying two glasses of wine. She was also completely naked. The first time that I had seen her in all her glory, no basque, no stockings, just her. Those boobs, that mound, the mousey pelt on her head.

'What do you think?' she asked, brushing her freshly smooth mound with her fingertips.

'Beautiful' I said.

She moved her hand to her scalp and rubbed her fingers through her short stubble.

'What do you want to do first, shave or fuck?' she asked.

My thoughts immediately went to my tender nether regions, but then my urges took over.

'How about both?' I replied.

'Wow, that's some multi-tasking!' she replied.

'One condition though' I said.

She raised her eyebrows at me.

'Say "Fuck" again' I said with a smile.

'Why?'

'I love the way you say it' I replied.

'Ok then' she said 'Fuck. Fuck me. Shave me and fuck me. Is that enough for you?'

I nodded, with a broad smile.

She held out a hand to me, turning towards the door.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a tangle of limbs and electric cord as we endeavourded to shave each other's heads while still joined at the groin. I bravely fought against the pain that was never far away, although Sue seemed to delight in targetting the areas on my sack that appeared to be redder than others. By early evening there was more bare skin on display than there had been earlier in the day. We took the opportunity during a recuperation period to wet-shave our heads and found that this appeared to be an excellent method to recharge our systems, mine in particular.

By early evening we were lying in each other's arms, satisfied and spent.

'I haven't asked you what sort of reaction the "new you" got' I said.

'Most people have been positive. I think that they probably just see it as me going a bit wild in reaction to Simon and I splitting up.'

'And is it?'

'I don't know. It might be, but I don't really care. I haven't had this much fun in years' she said.

'What now?' I asked.

'In what respect?'

'You and me. Us?' I said.

'Let's see shall we' she said.

My heart sank at the seemingly flippant answer.

'Look, I'm not going to marry you, if that's what you were asking. But..' she continued, '..I am going to need pretty regular maintenance for the foreseeable future if that is any consolation.'

'Can't think of anything better' I said, relieved that my new-found diversion was going to continue.

'Don't be too quick to agree. We're going to be on the same schedule, so don't regard today's salon session as a one-off' she said with a wicked smile.

I smiled in return.

'What?' she asked.

'Oh, I was just thinking...synchronised waxing, shaving and fucking, a new Olympic event!'

She laughed.

'How about some food?' she asked.

'I thought you'd never ask' I replied.

She got up from the bed and walked to the door. She turned and blew me a kiss.

'We really must find time to watch that film of yours' she said as she walked away.

I lay back, musing about the changes in my life as a result of taking the chance to ask her to do something that I never expected her to do. It had been a revelation for both of us.

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