I just can?t this desire out of my system. It is almost like a haunting feeling, but not a bad one. But I do admit that it does excite me; the stories I read, the videos I buy every once in a while, the correspondence with my fellow enthusiast, the stories I write, and the viewing I see in the salon which is right across the hall from my office. You see, I am the epitome of the consummate hair enthusiast but I am not into hair on the head. I am into hair on the floor and the actual cutting it off.
The idea of seeing it being cut off consumes my every desire. The wanting to do it myself, the smell that envelops my office from the salon which is across the hall. I get to see some fantastic things, if I am lucky. But there has always been the desire to actually want to do it, myself. I have seen some interesting cuts in the salon but never what I really want to see. So it really upset me when the owner of the salon came over one day and told me that she was closing shop and moving to a new location.
?When will you be leaving?? I asked her.
?In one month,? she said. ?I just dropped in to tell you that the salon will be emptied on the last day of the month and I was wondering if I could store some things in your back room for a few weeks until I get settled in my new location? I will gladly pay for the space. When I get settled in to my new location, I will send a courier to pick them up.?
?Sure, I think we could arrange something. What exactly are we looking at?? I asked. She invited me to come inside the salon and she showed me a number of dummy heads with hair on them.
?I kept these from when I went to hairdressing school,? she said. ?Plus some boxes which are in the back room. Just supplies that I don?t want to throw out. I can still use it.?
She was walking to the back room, thinking I was following but I was looking intently at the dummy heads. My heart was fluttering. I walked over to touch the hair on the dummy. ?It feels so real,? I said.
She must have come out of the back room because I heard her giggle. I straightened up very quickly. I cleared my throat. ?I should get back to my office. I have a lot of things to do today. We can talk again when the moving day gets closer,? I said as I walked out of the salon.
The next day when I came into work, her salon was already opened and she had moved one of the chairs closer to the door and she was already cutting a customer?s hair. The chair had been situated so that I could not help but see what was going on. I found myself watching at every opportunity as customer after customer entered her salon. I saw some nice lengths of hair hit the floor and every time I looked up she was looking at me. She even managed to wave to me once or twice.
The month dragged on and finally the last week was upon us. I was working late on Monday evening when she walked into my office. ?Do you mind if I sit down and keep you company for a few minutes? It is raining and my cab is going to be delayed,? she said.
?Been a long month?? I asked.
?Yeah. Still lots to do. It is going to be a hectic weekend,? she said. ?Today is officially my last day and I will be packing things up starting tomorrow.?
?I am sorry to see you go,? I said as I shook her hand.
?I know,? she said. ?I know you are going to miss the viewing you get to see.? She took a chair and sat down across from my desk. I looked kind of stunned when she said that. ?Don?t worry. I know. You have a hair fetish, don?t you?? she said as she smiled.
?How did you know?? I asked.
?Easy. I have known for a long time. The first time I turned the chair toward your door I saw you drop your pen to the desk. You sat back in your chair and watched as I took a couple of inches off the customer?s hair. I watched the smile on your face when I dropped the clump of hair to the floor,? she said. ?Plus your door is always wide open. And I saw you playing with the hair on that dummy head. And you have been watching at every opportunity. Why do you think I moved the chair closer to the door??
I swallowed hard as I tried not to hide the truth. ?Plus, you were the first to welcome me to the building when I opened the salon. I even recall the excitement I saw on your face when I had the big red chair brought in for my male customers,? she said.
?I have seen some interesting things,? I said. ?You do give great cuts and some really short cuts but I have never seen you do what I would really like to see.?
?Which is?? she asked.
?Actually shave a female bald, right to the scalp, taking the hair off just with electric clippers. No scissors,? I said.
?I don?t think many females are into that these days but I did do it once,? she said.
We talked for a few more minutes as she was waiting for a cab to pick her up and take her home. ?So where will you be going?? I asked her. She told me that she had to close the shop so that she could be closer to her sick parents. ?Well, I am going to miss you,? I said.
Her cab finally arrived. ?Well, I am still going to be here till the end of the week. The landlord let me out of the lease but I will lose my security deposit but that is no big deal. He has been very good to me from day one,? she said. ?But you are going away, aren?t you??
I nodded my head. ?Yeah. I am going to China on business. I am leaving at the end of the week,? I said.
?Well, I want to give you something before you go. I will see you tomorrow,? she said as the cab driver came inside and asked for her. ?Bye,? she said. With that she headed out the door and I tried to get back to work.
The next morning, I got to work early as I had some final figures to put together for my presentation. I noticed that her salon was already open and she was sitting in front of a mirror brushing her long blonde hair. There was a pile of boxes on the floor. She saw me unlock the door to my office. ?Can you come in here for a moment?? she asked.
?Give me a second,? I said as I pushed the door open and placed my briefcase on the desk. I walked into the salon. She had a smile on her face and a brush in her hand.
?Please lock the door,? she said. I turned the knob and walked toward her. ?Would you help me?? she asked. She handed me the brush and she told me to brush under her ponytail. I started stroking her long hair. It was so soft and shiny. And the smell was so fragrant. Like fresh cut flowers. I must have brushed her hair out about 100 times. ?That will do,? she said. ?Now the cape.?
?What?? I asked.
?The cape,? she said. ?Throw it around my neck and pin it closed over the shoulder. You have seen me do it enough to know how to do it.?
?What is happening here?? I asked.
?Can?t you see?? she said. ?I am going to let you live out your fantasy but you will have to do it quickly before I have a chance to change my mind. Now, the cape, please.? I picked up the red candy stripped cape, flicked it open and threw it around her shoulders. I pinned it closed at the top of her right shoulder. I picked up her long blonde hair and tossed the two lengths over her shoulders and stared at it as it hung over her chest. It looked beautiful as it hung there.
?You are giving me too much time. If you don?t do it now, I will chance my mind,? she said.
?Do what? I don?t understand,? I said.
?What did you tell me you wanted to see?? she asked.
?You want me to shave your head? Bald? You must be joking! I have never done anything like this. Besides it is just a fantasy. I could not do it to you. You have beautiful hair. Why would you want me to shave it off?? I asked.
?I have been thinking about it for a long time. I have questioned whether I would find someone who would be willing to do it for me. Someone who understands the beauty of a shaved head and I think you fit the bill. So when I said to you that I knew you had a fetish and you did not try to deny it, I knew you were the right person to ask and since this is my last day here, I decided to give you your fantasy,? she said. With that she bowed her head. ?The clippers. Pick them up. Shave me now.?
I picked up her black clippers. There was no guard on the teeth. This was going to reduce her long locks to stubble in no time at all. ?Where should I start?? I asked. ?I would be a lot more comfortable if you would let me cut your hair, tied back in a ponytail and then after I have taken your pony, then, shave you,? I said.
?If that is what you want,? she said. She sat back and pointed to the comb. I combed back her hair and pulled it tight from the sides. I saw a scrunchie on the counter. I took it and wrapped it around her pony, pushed it up to where her hair was taunt and I picked up her golden scissors. ?I am ready,? she said as I pulled her hair back, holding her ponytail in one hand and looking at her reflection in the mirror. I opened the blades of the scissors.
?Say good-bye to your beautiful hair,? I said.
?No. It is actually hello to a new and more exciting life,? she said. With that she lowered her head slightly and I cut into her long pony. It took a number of crunches to severe her pony but after a few minutes, I was holding her long golden pony in my hand. I stood beside her and held t up for her to see. ?Wow. That was all mine at one time,? she said as she smiled.
I placed it on the counter in front of her. I combed back her hair and then picked up the clippers. I stood behind her and raised the hair at her bangs. I flicked on the switch and placed the teeth at her hairline. I pulled back the clippers and left behind a one and a half-inch strip down the center of her head. She looked up and saw her reflection. ?Keep going,? she said. ?Don?t stop now.?
I continued pulling the clippers back to the back of her crown. Then I turned to the area around her ears as I clipped her around the temples. Then to the back as I placed my hand on her shoulder. I pushed her head down so that she was looking at the pile of blonde locks in her lap. I placed the clippers under her neckline and pushed up to the back of her crown. I flicked my wrist and watched as a clump of hair dropped to the floor in front of my feet. I admit I was getting excited and I was hoping I could restrain myself from running to the washroom and relieving myself. But as she said ?Do it quickly. Don?t give me a chance to change my mind.?, I did not want to leave her feeling anxious. So I kept going, plowing through her blonde locks.
Before too long, she was shaved down to stubble. She looked up and pointed to a smaller pair of clippers. ?Now, those,? she said as she pointed to them. ?Run them all over my head and remove the stubble.? I did as I was told, cutting down the stubble till there was nothing left. All that was left was an 8 o?clock shadow. I stood back to admire my work. ?You are not finished yet,? she declared. ?Now, the cream and the razor.?
I found a towel in the closet. I took it out and soaked it in hot water, taking it out and draping it over her head. I rubbed it into her head, making the hair folicles open. I wet the towel again before I squirted a glob of white shaving cream into the palm of my hand. I started at the ears and spread the cream all around and finally a second glob all over the top of her crown. I broke open a bag of disposable razors and started at the ears, pulling the razor down her sideburns, shaking the cream off into a sink half full of hot water. I pulled close and with care, so as not to cut her skin. I shaved the sides and then the neck area, leaving the crown for last. That was just a matter of starting at the hairline and pulling straight back, going over the area once or twice more to make sure I had gotten everything.
I finished and wiped her head down with the wet towel. I ran my fingers over her head and found a few places that needed extra attention so I lathered up her crown a second time. She moaned as I rubbed the cream into her crown and she closed her eyes. I shaved her a second time, this time applying a little more pressure to the razor.
Finally finished with my work, I wiped her down again. I powdered her head with some talc and wiped down her neck. I undid the cape, pulled it way from her torso, watched as the blonde locks fell to the floor and folded it up, placing it over the arm of the chair. She sat there looking at her reflection. She raised her hands to her head as she rubbed her bald scalp. ?Wow. That is some fine work. I never knew you had such a talent,? she said. ?I am impressed. You could easily do this if you ever decided to change your career. Your hand was very steady.?
?I felt I was on rubber legs,? I said as I stood beside her.
She turned to me and looked me in the eye. ?Well, what do you think? Was it everything you thought it was?? she asked. ?Has your fantasy been lived??
?It was a lot more then that,? I said. ?You really look stunning. Very beautiful.?
?With or without the hair?? she asked.
?I don?t think it would really matter. Either way, you are beautiful,? I said. She walked over and gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. ?What was that for??
?For doing it for me and telling me that I am beautiful either way. It took a lot of time to decide to do this and I am glad you did not try to stop me or change my mind,? she said.
?Well, I really should get to my office. I have clients at 9:00. Will I see you before you leave?? I asked her.
?Yeah. I will be here until 4:00 or so. My driver should be here to start loading some of the equipment for me. I hope he can do it all in one trip,? she said. ?I can still use your storage area if I need it??
?Of course. No problem there,? I said. ?Are you taking everything with you??
?No. I have advertised in the local paper for a buyer for the big red barber?s chair,? she said.
?Have you had any inquiries?? I asked as my ears perked up. I smiled.
?Make me an offer, hairman and it is yours. I am sure you even have a place to put it,? she said. I wrote a number on a sheet of paper and handed it to her. She looked at it and smiled. ?Consider it yours and I will even throw in one of my dummy heads. Your choice of hair color and length.?
?What about your pony?? I asked. She smiled again. ?May I have that too??
She nodded her head as I picked it up and stroked it. ?You did such a great job. I might as well give it to my favorite barber. On one condition, hairman.? She wrote something on a sheet of paper. ?I am moving about two hours drive from here. I want your phone number and when I call you, you must come and cut it again for me. You are the only one who I will allow to cut my hair from now on,? she said. I nodded my head as I wrote down my phone number. ?I will be in touch, hairman.?
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