Esther sat on the edge of her bead, thinking about what she was getting ready to do. The time ticked by slowly but as she thought more and more about the events that had transpired that day, the angrier it made her. She picked up her phone and pushed three digits on the keypad, concealing her phone number. Then she dialed a ten-digit number. His voice came on the line.
?Who is this?? he asked.
?If this situation goes any further, I promise I will see you in court. I intend to document all the events that happened today. I really respected you but I have lost all respect for you since you won?t help me. I hate you and I will never forgive you for what I am being forced to do,? she said.
?Esther? Esther, is that you?? he asked. With that Esther hung up the phone. ?What have I done?? he asked himself. He got on the phone and called his son.
?How dare you do this to Esther? I should have fired you when I had a chance,? he said to his son.
?Well, Dad, you have no say anymore. You signed over all rights to the company when you retired. She knows what her options are. Either she shows up tomorrow with a crewcut or she can pack her desk,? his son said.
?Well, she told me that she is going to document everything that has happened today and if the situation goes any further then this she is going to haul my ass into court as well as yours,? he said to his son.
?Well, she will go before me because she assaulted me by striking me in the face. I guess I will just have to do another pink slip and put it in her file for safe keeping as well as record the incident. Now Dad, sit back and relax. She is not going to do anything,? he said.
?You better pray that she doesn?t because?????????,? his father said.
Back in her apartment, Esther was writing everything down on her journal. She did two backups on to a floppy disk and she phoned her bank. ?I need to put something in my safety deposit box tomorrow morning before I head off to work,? she said to the manager.
?No problem. I will be here at 8:00am,? the manager said.
She walked over to her closet. ?If I am going to document this, I might as well document everything,? she said to herself. She reached into the closet and took out her video camera and a tripod. ?I hope the barber will let me do this.?
Esther looked at her watch. It was 8:00pm. In half an hour she was to be at the shop. She got dressed in her jeans and a blouse. She brushed her hair for the last time and at 8:15, she left her apartment, determined to walk to the shop. She got to the shop at 8:25. She looked inside the window and saw the barber still clipping clients and two more customers in the waiting area. She threw up her hands in anger. The barber saw her standing there and came to the door. ?I am sorry. It has been a really crazy day but I can be finished in ten minutes,? she said.
?I don?t want to be sitting in the waiting area. I don?t want anyone to see me here,? Esther said.
?I understand. Go around the back door and come in. Sit in the kitchen and I will come and get you as soon as I am done. I said I would help you and I don?t go back on my word,? the barber said. Esther nodded her head and walked around to the back of the shop. She opened the door and stepped inside. She sat down in the kitchen area, crossed her legs and breathed a heavy sigh. She could not believe she was letting this get to her like it was. Her anxiety levels were very high at the moment. She sat back and closed her eyes.
As promised, in ten minutes, the barber entered the back room. ?Miss, I am sorry I kept you waiting. I am ready for you now,? she said. Esther looked up at her. ?You have been crying?? the barber said. Esther nodded her head. ?I wish I could make this better for you but trust me, I will take good care of you. You will look like a new woman when I am done with you. Shall we go?? the barber said.
Esther followed the barber into the shop. ?Would you object if I asked to have this videotaped?? Esther asked.
?Not at all. I will set it up for you in a good place,? the barber said as Esther handed her the video camera and the tripod. The barber pointed to two chairs. ?Which would you like?? she asked.
Esther looked and walked toward the big red chair. She stood on the cast iron footrest and sat down in the chair. ?If I have to get it done here, I might as well enjoy the total experience,? she said. The barber grabbed a white nylon cape and threw it over her shoulders. She took a piece of tissue paper and placed it around Esther?s neck. Esther pulled her hair out from behind the cape. The barber stroked her long black hair. ?So soft and so shiny. Are you feeling okay?? the barber said.
Esther nodded her head. ?Let?s do it,? Esther said.
The barber nodded her head. She picked up a comb and pulled back all her hair from the sides and front. She caught everything in a massive ponytail and twisted it tight. ?I am going to cut off the ponytail but even so it will be long. But it will be easier for the clippers after that,? the barber said. Esther nodded her head. The barber grabbed a scrunchie and dropped the ponytail. She reached behind her and grabbed her scissors. She hacked through the ponytail and after fifteen strikes at the ponytail it was hanging in her free hand. The barber stood beside Esther, holding her black ponytail. ?Here it is,? she said.
She placed the ponytail on the counter and stepped behind Esther. She pushed her head down and parted Esther?s long hair at the neck. She pinned hair to the crown and the sides, letting Esther?s hair hang down into her face. ?Okay, Miss. I am ready,? the barber said. Esther heard the clippers humming. ?Keep your head down, please.? Esther complied and she felt the warmth of the blades touching her neckline. The barber ran the clippers up her nape. Hair fell to the floor in clumps. Esther started sniffling. ?You are going to be fine,? the barber said.
The barber continued shaving the neck without an attachment. Her hair spilled down over her shoulders and dropped to the floor. The barber held her head down firmly as she pushed further and further up her neck, closer and closer to the back of her crown. The barber finally put the clippers down and picked up the scissors again. She combed up the hair around her ears, held it between her fingers, pulled it forward so that it was hanging to the side of Esther?s face. The barber raised the scissors, opened the blades and cut into her hair. It dropped into the cape. Thick black hair; Esther?s hair. ?Are you okay?? the barber asked. Esther nodded her head. The barber walked around and did the opposite ear and then she picked up the clippers again. She sheared the sides close and even went over the top and toward the back of the crown. More black hair toppled down to the cape and down into Esther?s lap.
?You are a very brave young woman,? the barber said as she continued cutting away Esther?s hair. ?You have never had short hair, have you??
?No,? Esther said. ?It has always been long.?
?Well, you won?t regret it. You have beautiful features, nice big eyes and a lovely face. You can handle this with ease. I know it is a big step but you will be fine, I assure you,? the barber said.
The barber now stood in front of her. She placed an attachment on the teeth of the clippers. ?I am going to do your crown now. I am going to give you about ? an inch and then we will give you a lather shave at your neck and around the ears,? the barber said. ?Look into my eyes and lift your head, just slightly.? The barber had the clippers just over her face and as Esther looked up, the barber flicked the switch and plunged the attachment into her bangs, cutting them off and running the clippers over her crown, taking all her hair down to a 1/2 crewcut. All Esther?s remaining locks toppled down into her lap and to the floor. The pile in her lap was getting heavy and Esther flicked the hair down to the floor from under the cape.
The barber now placed the clippers on the counter. She reached for a smaller pair and ran them all over Esther?s head, further reducing the stubble. ?Almost finished,? she announced as she replaced the smaller clippers. She grabbed a white towel and draped it around Esther?s shoulders. She walked to the counter and turned on the hot water tap. A second soft towel was draped around Esther?s head. It was hot and Esther reacted to hot water dropping down her face. A whirling sound caught her attention and then a warmth being spread on her neck and around her ears, made her sit erect. ?What are you going to do?? Esther asked.
?Shave your neck up to the crown and then around your ears,? the barber said. ?Head down and don?t move. Let me control the head.? In five minutes, the barber was wiping Esther?s head down and applying a sweet smelling powder to her neck and around her ears. ?There, you are done.? She spun the chair around and Esther got to look for the first time at her reflection in the mirror. She sniffled as she raised her hand to touch the top of her crown. ?Well, what do you think?? the barber asked as she took off the cape and flicked it to the floor.
Esther got off the chair and walked to the mirror. She turned to the barber after five minutes and for the first time, she smiled. ?I never knew I could look this way,? she said.
?You look stunning. You are really a beautiful woman and I mean it with all sincerity,? the barber said. Esther nodded her head.
?I told you I would make this worth your while. How much do I owe you?? Esther asked as she studied her reflection in the mirror.
?Listen, you don?t owe me anything. I am not like normal barbers. I charge by the amount of time I spend on a customer. I have my own scale for rates. I do many influential people and they pay for my services. If you want to give me something, then, make me a copy of the tape you did. I want to add it to my private library. It is not often I get a chance to shave the head of a beautiful woman, and then give her a stunning crewcut. I think you look marvelous,? the barber said. ?And make me a promise that you will keep it like this. It really suits you and I am not lying when I say this. As a matter of fact, I would be honored to do it again for you to keep it up-dated. What do you say??
?I will have to think about that,? Esther said. ?But I will make you a copy of the video. I will bring it by tomorrow evening on my way home or I can drop it off on my lunch hour. Will you be here??
?Yes, I will,? the barber said. ?Wait before you go, I have something that would make you absolutely stunning. Can I give it to you as a gift? Wait here, just one minute.? The barber headed up the back stairs and returned after five minutes carrying a small pouch. She opened it and removed a leather chocker studded with four rows of rhinestones. She reached around Esther?s neck and attached the small clasp. ?There. That makes your neck so much longer and it looks good on you. I have been waiting for someone special to give this to. You are the best person for it.?
?Thanks again,? Esther said, ?For everything.? The barber nodded and Esther headed out of the shop carrying her video camera, tripod and a plastic bag containing her long ponytail. Tomorrow she would take the videotape, the floppy disk and her ponytail and deposit it in the safety deposit box at the bank for safekeeping.
She got home and looked at herself again in the large mirror in the hallway. She did look stunning. The barber had done a perfect job, bringing out her huge eyes and defining her neck and with the studded collar around her neck, it did made her neck longer. What sort of reaction would she get when she got to work in the morning? She sat down at her couch and made a phone call to her lawyer. She read him everything she had written in her journal. He advised her what to do. She told him that she had video taped the haircut and that she was going to deposit the videotape, her journal, and the ponytail in her safety deposit box. He admitted she was doing the right thing at this stage. ?Come and see me tomorrow evening and we will discuss further action,? he suggested. ?And I will make a couple of calls on your behalf.?
Now she did not care. She had what she needed in case there was any further action against her. She pressed three buttons again, concealing her phone number. She phoned his father and told him that she went through with the haircut. He cried as she told him everything that had happened. He then applauded her when she said she had documented everything and even videotaped the haircut. ?I have even spoken to my lawyer and I will be meeting with him tomorrow evening to discuss further action against the firm, you and your son,? she told him.
?Esther, I am really sorry this happened. Please will you give me a chance to explain?? he begged.
?I am listening but you cannot convince me to let it go at this,? she said. She sat back and listened as he spilled the beans about why he left the firm and how he never officially turned over his shares of the company. He also told her that he should have warned her from the beginning about his obsession with her black hair. ?I did not think he would do anything. I thought he was over it,? he said. He talked for an hour before she was convinced that he was telling the truth. ?Esther, I want to make this right and I will start by sending you a file tomorrow morning. It will be on your desk when you get in in the morning. It will prove that I am telling you the truth. Just give me a chance before you meet with your lawyer. Will you do that?? She promised she would. With that she fell asleep on the couch.
In the morning, she awoke and looking at her reflection, she sniffled a bit before going upstairs to shower and get ready for work. She dressed in a tight-fitting dress and blouse. She put the studded collar around her neck and brushed back her extremely short hair. She got in her car and drove off to work; not before making a stop at the bank and depositing the envelope in her safety deposit box. She got to the office and found that her desk had been moved into the large waiting room. She took the second copy of her floppy disk and inserted it into her terminal. She sat down and her keyboard and made a quick entry, telling her journal that her office had been locked and her desk moved.
He arrived at 9:00am. He stared at her and clapped his hands. ?I knew you would come around but if you would have let me do it for you, you would not be sitting here so that everyone gets to see you,? he said. ?But I am glad you are a team player after all.? He walked over to his office and unlocked the door. ?Oh, I have one more thing to show you. Just stay there. I will be right back.? He walked into his office.
He came out of his office, carrying a hammer and a sheet of paper in his hand. He stood by the corner of his office. She looked up from her desk. He had a smile on his face. Beside the company?s production graph, he found a blank area of the wall.
She looked up from her keyboard. ?What are you doing now? Haven?t you done enough to humiliate me?? Esther said as she looked at him.
He looked at her a second time. ?Do you like my new sign?I designed it last night after I had your desk moved. I don?t like the idea of being threatened nor does my father. Budgetcuts affect everyone and if you can?t deal with it, then you know what you can do. I still have a pink slip ready for you.All I have to do is sign it,? he said. ?You are barking up the wrong tree here. You are not playing games with me.?
She got up and walked over to where he was standing. She ripped the sheet of paper off the wall. ?I have documented everything that you have done and said to me the past two days. We are not bad off. You lied to the board of directors and to the managers. There was no need to make budget cuts. The money is there to meet operating expenses for next year and for the following year. Your father told me so,? she said. With that she rolled the sheet of paper up and threw it in his face. ?And I have the proof courtesy of your father. So don?t you even consider playing games with me because I will completely destroy you and your father.?
?You bitch! What are you saying?? he said to her.
?I got a package first thing this morning from your father. And I phoned him last night after I got home from the barber shop. He apologized and told me that he was wrong for not firing you when he found out about your fetish and perversion. He begged for my forgiveness. He told me that if I took this to court, he would stand up for me and finger you. He also intends to get to the next board meeting,? she told him.
?You are throwing pearls to swine. You have no proof. He did not send you anything. He has no say here anymore,? he said.
?You are wrong. He still has his shares in the company. He did not turn them over to you,? she said.
?You are lying!? he said.
?Look at the shares. They are not genuine,? she said.
At that moment a second voice sounded in the office. ?What she said is true, Son. I should have fired you a long time ago. I warned you about this and you told me it would never happen again,? his father said.
?You mean it happened before?? Esther said.
?Shut up, Dad!? he ordered. His father walked over and took the hammer out of his hand. ?You have no say here, Dad. I still own 35 percent of the company. You only have 25 percent,? he said.
?Not anymore. I have the portfolios of three of the directors to make 51 percent. You are fired, Son. Pack your things and get out and don?t come back, ever,? his father said.
He looked at Esther as he bowed his head. ?All you had to do was shut up and let me witness it and I would have let you keep your expense account. I would not have touched any of your salary or your vacation time. All I wanted you to do was let me cut your hair and keep your ponytail,? he said.
She walked over to him and slapped him across the face, hard. This time a red welt appeared on his cheek. ?You are sick and perverted,? she said. ?I hate you!? She broke out in tears as he walked into his office and started removing things from his desk.
His father walked over and took Esther into his arms. ?I am so sorry. I should have listened to you in the beginning. I did not believe you until you told me that you had documented everything he had said and done to you. I called the senior partners after I spoke to you last night and I also called the accountant. I told him to send me faxed copies of all bank statements from the day I retired. I am so sorry. Can you forgive me?? he said as he rubbed her head. ?I wish I could do something to make the tears go away but I must say you do look beautiful. I know it does not mean much but I will have all your stuff moved back into your office right away. I hope we can start over again and you will learn to trust me again, like before when you started on this floor.?
Author: hairman001Copyright protected ? 2003Copyright legal and registered
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