I left off on Thursday evening with Passion and Angie telling me that they had to do a bit of setup for their closed set on Friday. They had given me the haircut that I was promised, with Angie shaving me to the skull.
There were no real plans for Friday. I could do whatever I wanted to do and when they said I could come to the closed set, I jumped at the opportunity. I knew what the agenda was. Passion was going to get a face shave, have her muff shaved and then her legs. Angie’s hair was going to be colored wine red and she was going to get an a-line bob.
I was told not to come to the salon until 3:30pm. So I would have 6.5 hours for myself. I went back to the hotel picked up some dinner and retired to my suite.
The next morning I was up, showered and dressed by 8:00am. I had breakfast at the hotel and then jumped in a cab and told the driver to take me to the nearest bookstore. If I was going to spend 6 hours by myself, the safest place for me was in a bookstore and he driver did not disappoint me.
Time just flew by and soon it was noon. I ventured out to a beer garden, ordered some lunch and walked down the street. I stopped in a few shops, bought a few trinkets and finally at 2:30, I grabbed another cab and told the driver to take his time, drive me around for an hour but make sure I got to the salon at 3:30.
3:30 exactly, the driver pulled up in front of the salon. I paid the cab fare and got out of the cab. I walked to the front door and the bell went off as I entered. Angie was sitting and reading behind the desk. She got up, walked over and gave me a hug. We talked for a few minutes.
“Passion will not be able to have dinner with us tonight. As soon as the shoot is done, she has to take off. Her grandmother is not well and she wants to be with her. So are you okay with that?” Angie asked.
“You will at least have dinner with me, won’t you?” I asked.
“Of course. I am looking forward to it. Come on. Let’s go to the lounge. Passion is waiting for us up there,” she said. We climbed the stairs to the lounge where I had my hair cut yesterday. Passion stood by the sink. The cameras were all set up and the technicians were in place. Passion had her white smock unbuttoned at the back. Again I got to see her black panties.
Passion sat down in the chair and Angie pulled the lever back. The back of the chair went down and Passion laid back. Angie went to the sink and placed a white towel under hot water. She walked over and placed it over Passion’s face. While that opened the pores of the skin, Angie got in front of the chair and raised Passion’s smock, pulled down her black panties and removed them. I got to see what a mound of hair was on Passion’s muff. Angie got a pair of scissors and she started cutting off the brown curls. They dropped to the floor on top of a white towel. Cutting all that curly hair down to stubble was a quick task. Angie obviously had done it before. She got a second towel and placed it delicately over Passion’s love box.
As for Passion’s legs, a bottle of Nair was produced and the contents were rubbed into the skin, left on the skin for fifteen minutes and then just wiped off with wet towels. Angie took the towel off Passion’s face and lathered up her face. She grabbed a straight razor and started to shave Passion’s cheeks, around her nose, and down the sides of her face. Then under her chin and her neck. Angie got some hot water and rinsed off her face. Then a tube of skin moisturizer.
Angie now moved to the front of the chair and took away the towel from Passion’s muff. More hot lather and then Angie dropped to her knees. She began the delicate job of touching and shaving. Passion moaned a bit with touch. But she remained perfectly still. “I can already feel the cool breeze down there,” Passion said.
“You had a lot to lose, sweet lady. A lot of hair,” Angie said.
“I know. I had been meaning to do it for some time. Just too much to do,” Passion said.
“Well I am honored that you asked me to do it for you,” Angie said.
“I would not have asked for anyone else. I know the razor is your specialty,” Passion said.
“Not just mine. Icy Angel is good with it, too,” Angie said.
Angie finally finished washed off the muff area with a towel and then grabbed another towel and washed off the Nair from Passion’s legs. “There, you are done. Nice and smooth,” Angie said as she ran her fingers down Passion’s long legs. “Feels good.”
Passion got up off the chair, put her panties back on, walked over to where I was sitting. “Button me up, sir?” she asked. She took my hand and raised it to her face. “Do you approve?” I nodded my head.
Passion now turned to the chair. Angie was now seated in it. Passion looked at me. “Do you want to wash her hair while I get some color ready?” passion asked.
“I would rather see you do it, that is if you don’t mind,” I answered.
“”No problem. I just thought you might want to have a small part,” Passion said.
As Angie had done, Passion grabbed the lever and the back of the chair slid down. Angie laid back with her head in the basin. Passion lathered up her hair twice with rich shampoo. She sat Angie up, placed a towel around her head, and went to mix some color. I watched as rich wine color red was mixed in a bowl. Angie was looking at me. “You going to mix in a little blue as well?” she asked.
“Yeah but not all over. Just at the front where the hair will hang in your face. I thought I would do a graduated a-line. Short at the back with an undercut and then moving down to long hanging at the front. What do you think?” Passion asked.
“Sounds sweet,” Angie said.
Passion picked up the color bowl and walked back to the chair. She took the towel off Angie’s head, grabbed a comb and combed out Angie’s blonde locks. She took a paint brush and started applying the color all over Angie’s head. Putting on a pair of clear latex gloves, Passion worked the color all the way through. She wrapped Angie’s head in clear plastic and let her sit for half an hour.
After half an hour, Passion washed the color out of Angie’s hair. Her hair was now dark red. Passion got some blue color and painted it in thin strips around the front of her face. No foils. Just straight paint brush. Another fifteen minutes waiting and then Passion washed the blue out.
Passion now had Angie sit up. Standing behind her, Passion threw a nylon cape around Angie’s shoulders, parted her hair at the back, combed hair up and pinned it to the crown on both sides, divided the nape, grabbed a pair of clippers and started the undercut. Wine red hair started to fall to the floor. Angie’s red hair. Passion shaved the neckline very close. It looked like fine stubble when she put the clippers down and picked up a pair of scissors and a comb. Passion combed down the hair that was pinned to the crown and starting there, she proceeded to cut the hair down on an angle as she moved slowly toward Angie’s face.
Angie’s hair at the nape was cut about half way up her neck. Piece by piece was combed up and cut on an angle. The angle graduated longer and longer as it moved toward Angie’s face. Passion also blended in the crown, cutting the crown on the short side but making sure everything blended in, the undercut, the layers and the angle going down to Angie’s cheeks. This was going to be a killer a-line bob. And Angie had the face for it. The deep blue eyes and the high cheekbones. If anyone would look stunning in a look like this, it would be Angie.
The final part of the cut was to bring all the hair to a very fine point as the wine red hair and the blue highlights hit each other in a dramatic point in front of her bangs. Angie’s bangs were then cut straight across over eye and then pulled down longer over the other eye. Passion was smiling as she picked up a blowdryer and worked the hair through, drying it with her fingers. Using a small brush to put a bit of a flip into the sides. The hair was the longest just over the ears toward the face. That is where the blue highlights were most dominate.
Passion put down the blowdryer. “I think we are done. Swing your head just a bit for me. I want to see it swing,” Passion said. Angie swung her head. It did swing.
Passion took off the cape and flicked it to the floor. Passion looked to the technicians. “Cut, boys. End of session,” she announced.
The shoot was finished. Passion looked up at Angie. “I have to get going. I can make the 8:00train. You will tell Helmut that this was an emergency?” Passion said.
“Don’t worry. I will cover your appointments next week,” Angie said.
“Where is the picture you want me to sign?” Passion said. Angie handed her a brown envelop. Passion looked at the picture. “One of my best shoots,” she said as she wrote something on the picture. She put it back in the envelop, walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I hope you enjoyed yourself while you were here. I am really sorry I cannot join you for dinner. But thank you for the invitation.” Passion went to her station, grabbed her suitcase and headed out the door.
Angie and I were in the lounge together. I stood up and asked her to do a slow turn for me. “That is an amazing cut. It looks very sexy on you. Have you ever had an extreme cut like that?” I asked.
“Not so much an extreme cut. Just extreme colors. Come on, we can let the technicians finish up. We don’t need to hang around. I have a change of clothes downstairs in my locker. Give me fifteen minutes to get cleaned up and we can go,” Angie said. As she swung her head, I could just make out the blue highlights against the deep wine red.
She came out of the washroom, wearing her high boots, a short black miniskirt, a white blouse and a red blazer. “Wow, that looks good on you. You look amazing and sexy,” I said. She grabbed my hand.
“Come on. I know exactly where I want you to take me. You do know how to dance, don’t you” she asked.
Of course I knew how to dance. And that is what we did. Danced the night away at a premier disco, surprisingly not too far from the hotel. We stayed until the dj shut down. It was 2:00am, Saturday morning. “I don’t think I should go home in this condition,” she said. “I might smash up my car.”
“The hotel is just down the street. If you don’t want to go home,” I said.
“I don’t want to impose,” Angie said.
“I promise. I will be a perfect gentleman. Helmut told me I am not allowed to touch unless…….. and I will honor that,” I said. “Besides, the suite has two beds.
We hailed a cab and we were at the hotel in ten minutes. We went to the elevator and rode quietly to the suite. I could tell she was tired. I opened the door and she stepped inside. In five minutes she had taken off her clothes and she was out like a light.
She woke up around 4:30am to go to the washroom. She was in there for a good five minutes. She came out and she walked to my bed. She pulled the blanket aside and got in close to me. “I am cold,” she said. Her hand was on my thigh. I placed my arms around her and pulled her into my chest. “Are Canadians good lovers?”
“I would think we are,” I answered.
“You had a boner while we were dancing and while Passion was cutting my hair. I saw it,” she said. Her hand went down my leg. She touched. “I am giving you permission. I want you to make love to me.”
I laid on my back as she pulled at my member. She made it hard and then gave me an amazing blowjob. She took my member all the way to the back of her throat. She sucked and pulled. And I shot my load down her throat. She did not choke or gag. She licked the side of her mouth. “Now, inside me, please. I want to look into your blue eyes,” Angie said. She straddled my member and rode it, up and down. I felt the urge and she felt hers. “Oh my god! You are there. I am going to explode!” I made one last thrust deep inside her and she came hard and fast.
She dropped her head to my chest and rolled into my side. I removed my member and she licked It off. “Oh god. I have never felt it that good before. You are good,” she said.
She finally closed her eyes and left her hand on my thigh. My hand was on her breast. We slept until 9:00am. When we woke up, we got out of bed together. She kissed me on the lips. I walked to the shower and she followed. She took the bar of soap and she lathered me up, all over. I took it from her and I lathered her. I then got a bottle of shampoo and washed her hair. We toweled each other off. We went back to the bed. I packed up my travel bag and my suitcase. I put on my good black jeans, a white shirt and my jacket. We went down to the lobby and checked out. I was able to get the hotel to send my travel bag ahead to the airport so all I had to carry was my carry-on bag.
Angie looked really cute in the red blazer and the short skirt. We went and had a cup of coffee and a pastry and then grabbed a cab back to the salon. We walked in together. The receptionist looked at Angie’s new cut. “Really cute, Angie. Looks good on you.”
Angie smiled. The receptionist handed her a small plastic bag. Angie smiled. “They just finished it an hour ago,” the receptionist said.
“Can I have the key to the storage room? Angie said. The receptionist handed her a set of keys. “I just need to pick up a few things. You might as well just sit at my station. It is going to be a few minutes.”
Angie took the brown envelop and approached the other two barberettes. They signed the pictures. Angie then went upstairs and she returned after fifteen minutes. She looked at me. “Okay we can leave now,” Angie said.
She looked at the receptionist. “If Helmut calls, tell him that Passion had to leave for a week. Her grandmother is sick. I will cover her appointments next week. But you better cancel any bookings for her today. I am off today but I will be on my cellular if you need me. I am taking our promotion winner to the airport to catch his flight,” Angie said.
We walked to the door together. I opened it and stepped out. Angie stopped for a minute. She handed a slip of paper to the receptionist. “Can you check on this and see if it has reached its destination?” Angie said.
“Do you want me to call you?” the receptionist said.
“No, text message me around 2:30pm,” Angie said.
Angie and I drove around for awhile. We got to the airport at noon. We did a bit of shopping and I bought two bottles of Gucci perfume while Angie was not looking. We had lunch together at the airport.
“So, Mr. Ploeg, did you enjoy yourself while you were here?” she asked as she placed her hand on my hand.
I nodded my head. “I had a blast,” I said.
“What was your favorite thing?” she asked.
“Hands down? No questions asked? Last night at the hotel,” I said. “Second place, watching you get your hair colored and then cut.” She reached into the plastic bag she was carrying. She handed me a small bundle.
“Passion and I want you to have theses. Two from each of us of our personal favorite DVDs from our shop. This one is your shave by Passion and your haircut by me and this one has not been released yet. It was just finished this morning. Our shoot yesterday,” she said. She reached into the bag again and took out the brown envelop. “I put some more pictures inside that I think you might like<” Angie said.
“Wow. I did not expect that,” I said.
She gave me a hug. “You were a perfect gentleman last night. You touched me in a place I have not been touched in for some time. Thank you for that,” she said.
She took my hand and stared into each others eyes. I looked away and read the boards. I looked at my watch. “It was 1:55. “I guess I should go over and check-in at the counter,” I said.
I took out my wallet and called the waiter over. I paid for lunch. I reached into another compartment and pulled out a business card. I gave it to Angie. “I know there is no way you would even be headed for Canada but would you at least stay in touch with me, via e-mail?” I asked. She nodded her head.
“Who knows? Maybe one day you will find yourself back in Europe. And if you do, you will look me up?” Angie said.
“Definitely,” I said.
We walked over to the KLM counter together. My travel bag had definitely arrived from the hotel and it was in the back waiting to go on the plane. I presented my ticket. The agent checked me through and stamped my passport. I opened my little carry-on bag and I fished around for the two bottles of perfume. I took the bag out. "One of these is for you. The other one is for Passion when she gets back,” I said.
Angie giggled. “My favorite. Thank you,” she said. She reached up and placed her arms around my neck. She pulled my head down and she planted a wet one right on my lips.
“If I go through there, you will not be able to follow me and the agent did take my ticket and gave me a boarding pass. God, Angie, this is hard. I don’t want to go,” I said.
She gave me a hug. “It is okay. I had a great week and if it is to be, we will see each other again,” she said.
I walked to the gate and walked through, down the long hall that led to the departure gate. I was able to pick up a few fetish magazines and a couple of hairstyle magazines before I entered the departure area. Angie turned around and headed for her car. Once she got to her car, she just sat inside. I do not know for how long but I know she was there because when we were finally cleared for departure, the plane taxied in front of the gates and I saw her waving as the plane picked up speed and headed for the skies, back to Toronto.
I arrived in Toronto at 10:20am Saturday morning. I went through customs and immigration, got my affairs in order. I had no sooner picked up my travel bag when I heard an announcement: “Would Mr. Ploeg, that is Mr. J Ploeg, travelling with KLM airlines from Munich, Germany to Toronto, Canada on KLM flight 643 please report to the KLM desk? Thank you.”
I grabbed my travel bag and walked over to the KLM agent. “I am Mr. Ploeg. You asked for me?” I said.
“Yes, Mr. Ploeg. We have been asked to give this to you. It arrived here today on an earlier flight from Germany. We were told by the sender that you were returning today and we were asked to hold it for you. If you can just show us your driver’s license and sign for it, it is yours,” the agent said.
I showed my identification and walked to the area where I could get the shuttle to the Park and Fly. I paid for the rental space for me car and drove home. I actually had to make two trips to my car because the package was quite large. I got into my home and went downstairs to my lounge. I opened the small fridge, took out a bottle of cold beer and opened the package. To my amazement and content, Angie had taken the picture of herself in her yellow smock and her thigh high black boots and had it enlarged to a 20 x 24 picture. She had it framed and she had signed it. She also had the picture of Passion with her white smock unbuttoned and showing her black panties and enlarged that one too. Passion has also signed it. Also inside the package was a blue cape, exactly like the cape she had used on me when she shaved my head. There was a card inside. It read: “To help you remember. I hope you have some place where you can display these. With all my love, Angie.”
(Is there a part 3? Maybe. Stay tuned. Our character still has 21 days of personal time, paid time, that he has to use or he will lose it at the fiscal year.)
Author: hairman001
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