I have found myself sitting in front of a local barbershop on possibly the busiest street in the city. I have found myself sitting there a lot. Why? Because of my fantasy and my desire to find one person who would be willing to fulfill my fantasy. My ultimate fantasy.
I found myself eyeing women who walked past the shop and past me. If I find or see a beautiful woman, I dare them to walk inside the barbershop and submit to a cut. I even offer to pay for the cut. But I was not having a lot of success. Of course I am very discreet when I approach them, especially if they turn an eye toward the store window. Then I approach the woman and ask her if she would be interested in making a nice sum of money. I show them a couple of hundred dollar bills and then I ask them if they would submit to a haircut of my choosing. When I tell them that the barbershop is where I want it to be done, well, then it falls apart. They give me back the money and laugh as they walk away or some have even said I am crazy and I should be ashamed of myself for asking such a disgusting question.
One woman actually looked into the store and told me: ?No normal woman would walk into a dirty place like this. Look at how dirty the floor is. Where is the hair dryer and rollers? Old men don?t know how to treat young ladies with respect. No woman would come into here and give her hair and her beauty into the hands of an old man who knows nothing about hair care. Who probably would not know how much a woman likes to be pampered when she is getting her hair done. Women do not submit to clippers.?
Let me tell you, and I will be the first to admit that I have a hair fetish. No, not a fetish for hair on the head but hair on the floor. I love seeing a woman caped and then being snipped. I have scoped out many salons and unisex shops but I have never seen a beautiful long haired female walk into an actual barbershop, asked to be caped and then tell the barber to cut off her long hair.
It is actually disappointing, sitting there, scoping out the barbershops and coming up empty. I have offered lots of money over the years that I have been doing this. But I have never had any serious takers. I did have one female walk into a shop but when the barber finally called her to take a seat in his red chair, she chickened out, got up, walked to the door, placed the money back into my hand and she took off up the street.
I have seen a couple of mothers come in, dragging young daughters into the barbershops, getting them into the chair and telling the barber to give the girls very short cuts in anticipation of the upcoming school year. But what I want to see more then anything else is a young lady 25 to 30 years old with long hair submit to a clipper cut and then have her neck shaved with hot cream. That is my ultimate fantasy.
I have considered putting ads in the local paper, seeking someone who would fulfill my fantasy; no questions asked. But I am concerned that if I do it that way, I will get lots of crazies answering the ad. I have even considered going to the fetish clubs and seeing if I could find a taker there. But then I am not into the fetish garb. I just want a normal female who will live out my fantasy. Ultimately making me a happy man.
So here I am again today, sitting on a bench infront of the barbershop, opposite the train station. The old barber has his assistant with him this morning. It is early. The only things open on the street are the restaurants and coffee shops. People are exiting the train station and walking the stairs to the main street, heading off to offices and work schedules.
The old barber is sitting in the red chair reading his newspaper. His assistant, a young female is brushing her hair after giving herself a shampoo in the shop. She picks up a blow dryer and finishes the job. Then she starts stoking her station. The old barber puts down his newspaper and gets out of his chair. He sees me sitting on the bench. He knows why I am there and he has never bothered me. I have even had a number of interesting conversations with him. But I have never seen his assistant before. He walks to the back of the store, grabs his jacket and a plastic bag. He nods to his assistant and walks to the door.
?You have an assistant today?? I said as he walks toward me.
?Yeah, getting a little too old for this. I am going to be 62 years old in two months. I can?t keep up with the pace. This young lady came in two weeks ago, looking for a job. She is pretty good. I have been keeping my eye on her. She could be the one,? he said.
?What do you mean?? I asked him.
?I am considering retiring and maybe putting half of the business up for sale. But I would want to be able to come in every once in a while and continue to work. I am thinking about making her a partner, that is if she would be interested. Well, I have to get to the bank. See you later,? he said as he walked away.
I sat back down on the bench and turned my attention to the female barber. She could not be older then 22 years old, very attractive, long brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail. She is wearing a short skirt, a nice tight white blouse and stiletto heels. She sits in the second blue chair, her legs crossed and the chair turned toward the wall. I turned my attention back to the street, watching people exit the train station but I did not see what was walking toward the train station. Ultimately toward me and my bench.
A young lady looking very hurried and rushed was walking toward the bench I was sitting on. She was carrying an attache case in her hand and she was pulling a suitcase on wheels. She had a determined look on her face. She was moving with an obvious purpose. She approached the bench and she stopped short of the window. She looked in the window.
?Oh shit! Where is the old man today?? she said to herself. But to my surprise, she said it out loud. I turned toward her. Oh, my god! My heart actually sank for a second. She looked beautiful. Long black hair to her waist in curls.
?Good morning,? I said as I looked at her.
?Are you waiting for the old man to return?? she asked.
?No,? I answered. ?But he should be back soon. I think he went to do his banking or something like that. That is his new assistant. Are you looking to get your haircut??
?I am in a hurry. I am off to Arizona on a business trip and I know it is humid there. I wanted to get a really short haircut and I have seen how the old man uses his clippers. He is really fast. I don?t want to be talked out of a short cut. I am not too sure about the female,? she said.
?I will go in and ask her if you would like me to,? I said. ?I don?t think she would try and talk you out of what you want done. By the way, how short are we talking?? In my heart I was praying to hear the words ?CLIPPER CUT and a HOT SHAVE.? And to my surprise she did not disappoint me. She said the words. My heart actually fluttered when she said it.
I got up and walked into the shop. I approached the young lady barber and pointed to the window. She nodded as I told her what the young lady wanted and she continued to nod her head as I told her the words she had spoken. I even placed my hand in my pocket and took out my billfold. I opened it and gave the barberette three twenty-dollar bills, telling her I wanted to pay for the haircut. For what the young lady had told me, it would amount to a $6.00 haircut. Here the barberette was getting a $54.00 tip. She followed me to the door and pushed the door open. She stepped out and approached the young lady.
?I understand you are looking for John. He is not going to be back until noon. Is there something I can do for you? My name is Amanda. I am John?s new assistant,? she said as she extended her hand.
The young lady explained what she wanted. ?I am going to Arizona for a business conference. I don?t have time for all the humidity. I have decided to cut this all off. Nice and short. No nonsense style. Can you do that? Nice and short, clippered all over and then I want you to shave my neck??
?Why don?t you come inside and we can talk?? Amanda said. The young lady nodded as they entered the shop together.
INSIDE THE SHOP (the conversation takes place between client and barber)
?How short are we talking?? Amanda asked. She turned the chair around and pointed to it. The client pulled her suitcase to the wall and then walked to the chair. She sat down confidently and crossed her legs. Amanda grabbed a red vinyl cape and threw it over her shoulders. She left it open as she grabbed a sheet of tissue paper and wrapped it around the customer?s neck. She then pulled the ends of the cape together and secured it. She jacked the chair up a bit and then grabbed a brush and stroked the customer?s long black hair.
?I was in Arizona two years ago to open three stores and this year I am going to open three more and then I am going to New Mexico to open three more. I own an internet company. When I was in Arizona before, I found I was washing my hair at least three times a day because it was so sticky. My hair was almost glued to my head and it felt so heavy. Don?t get me wrong. I love my long hair but it is time for a change. Besides since I own my own business, I am the business. And I know I am good. So I decided it was time for a serious change,? the customer said. ?I don?t want to spend all that money on shampoo. I have been thinking about going short for some time but never had the courage to do it. But I saw barber John some time ago. He was shaving a man with long hair and he did the cut in ten minutes. He was so good. Literally, I was spell-bound. So I decided if I was ever going to do it, I would ask him to perform the act.?
?Well, I can help you. I have never shaved a female but I have cut long hair before. If you will give me a chance, I would be more then willing to help you,? Amanda said. ?I think what we could do is cut down your crown with scissors and once we drop all that length to the cape, we can place the clippers at your forehead and then, bang!!!!!!!!!!! We would be done. What do you think??
?Sounds good to me,? the client said. ?By the way, what is with the man outside??
?Don?t worry about him. I have seen him before at my last job. He is harmless. But I can tell him to leave if you want me to. Does he make you uncomfortable?? Amanda asked.
?No, he seems harmless. I was just curious. That is all,? the client said.
?Why don?t we give him a show he will NEVER forget?? Amanda said, as she turned the chair around so that the customer was facing the large window. ?Let?s see what he is made of. Oh by the way, he has paid for the haircut. Are you okay with that??
?He did what?? the client said. ?He does not even know me.?
?He paid for it and gave me a nice tip,? Amanda said.
?Look, I pay my own way. Whatever he gave you, you can put in your pocket. I will pay for my own haircut and I will tip you, okay?? the client said.
?Whatever you wish. I will not argue with you,? Amanda said. Amanda turned to the counter and picked up a comb and a pair of gold scissors. ?I am going to make the first cut and I want you to tell me what his reaction is, okay?? The client nodded her head.
Amanda combed up a huge section of hair and pulled it tight. It included all the hair at her hairline. ?Are you ready?? Amanda said. It was indeed a huge swatch of black hair that hung over the client?s face. The client nodded her head. ?Okay, here we go,? Amanda said as she opened the blades of the scissors. She took the first cut and a huge swatch of black hair fell to the client?s lap. Outside I looked up and the picture on my face told it all. A huge open mouth and a sigh as I watched the hair fall.
?Oh, my god! He is into this,? the client said as she raised her eyes.
?I thought so. He has a fetish for haircuts. I bet if we took out the clippers right now, his legs would turn to rubber,? Amanda said as she combed up a second swatch of hair. She took the second cut and the swatch dropped to the client?s lap. ?Look, I know you are on a tight schedule but do you want to have some fun?? The client nodded her head. ?Would it upset you if I invited him inside to watch? I will scissor down all your crown and I will willing to bet that once I pull out the clippers and touch your temple area, he will get so nervous, his legs will be like rubber and he will stagger out of her to claim his seat on the bench. What do you think? If he does it, the haircut is on the house.?
?Yeah! Why not? Let?s play with his head. Invite him in,? the client said. ?Turn the chair so that I am looking right at him.?
Amanda put down her scissors and comb and she walked to the door. She opened the door and called to me. ?You might as well come inside and watch. You will have a better view then from there,? she said. I could not believe what she said but I got up and followed her inside the shop. Amanda pointed to a chair and I sat down. She picked up the scissors and comb a second time and she continued cutting down the crown of her client. I could not get over how much hair was falling into the client?s lap. And Amanda was surely taking her time about the cut. I seem to recall that the client said she had a tight schedule. But I did not care. My fantasy was happening right in front of me and I had a front seat.
Amanda finally told the client that she was finished with the crown and now she was going to get the clippers out. The crown had been cut down to about an inch. That would make it a lot more manageable for the clippers. She put the scissors and comb on the counter and she undid the cape and let all the black hair drop to the floor. Wow. Really a lot of hair.
Amanda grabbed the biggest pair of clippers she had. She took off the guard and oiled the teeth. She flicked the switch, raised the clippers to the temple of her client?s ear. And true to her word to her client, as soon as I saw the clippers touch her face, my legs went to rubber. I almost fell off the chair as the clippers peeled away a huge swatch of black hair and it fell over the client?s should and hit the floor. Amanda peeled away a pelt of hair from the side of her face. I found myself gasping for air and I did get up to head for the door to get outside. And Amanda had said that I would be staggering and sure as hell, I did. I claimed my bench again as I took in as much air into my lungs as I could.
Inside the shop both Amanda and her client were laughing. ?I told you so,? Amanda said, ?But what I said is true. He does have a fetish.?
With that Amanda went to work and buzzed her client down to a very short clipper cut. All her long black hair eventually fell to the floor or into her lap. The large clippers took her hair down to about a half inch. Amanda picked up a second pair of clippers with a finer blade and she took the haircut even shorted, down to a fine stubble. When Amanda was finally finished and she put the clippers down, her client had very little hair on her head. All she had was stubble. Amanda then lathered her neck and shaved her neckline and around her ears. ?There you go,? Amanda finally said as she spun the chair around for her client to see.
?Wow, that is amazing. You did a great job, Amanda. Thanks so much,? her client said. ?I am never going to let it go long again. This is me.?
?I am glad you like it. It looks stunning on you,? Amanda said as she undid the cape and shook it out. The client got off the chair and reached into her wallet. But Amanda stopped her. ?No, this is on the house. Remember what I said about him? Just promise me you will come back and visit me when you get back.?
?Okay, I will but you have to let me give you something, even if you say it is on the house. Please take this and add it to what he already gave you,? the client said as she handed Amanda a twenty-dollar bill. ?What is going to happen to all this?? the client said as she pointed to all the hair that was on the floor.
?Why? Do you want it?? Amanda asked.
The client looked to the window. ?No but I think I know someone who would take very good care of it if we gathered it up and gave him as a ponytail,? she said.
?I?ll take care of it,? Amanda said. Her client grabbed her suitcase and attach? case and walked to the door.
?Thanks Amanda. I will see you again,? she said as she walked out of the shop. Amanda waved as she walked to the cupboard and grabbed a broom.
OUTSIDE OF THE BARBERSHOP (the client and myself talking)
The client finally made her way to the door of the shop. She had an enormous smile on her face as she came out of the shop. She looked at me and nodded her head. ?You enjoyed the show, didn?t you?? she said. ?Don?t deny it. I saw the smile on your face as she ran the clippers up the side of my face and around my ear.?
?I am sorry. I did not mean?????????? I said.
?Hush. I have never had anyone as interested as you were. I have been wanting to do this for a long time but I never had the courage. Maybe I was afraid of how people would react,? she said.
?I have been looking for someone like you for a long time who would do something like this. Someone with long hair like yours who was willingly get into the barber?s chair and submit to a clipper cut. It has been a fantasy of mine,? I said as I lowered my head.
?Well, I guess you got your wish today. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Look, if you go inside right now, Amanda will give you what is in that plastic bag. I told her to give it to you. That is the least thing I can do, to give my hair to someone who will cherish it. I have a feeling that you will keep this for a long time. Consider it my thanks for doing what you did. I have to go. I have a train to catch. But thanks so much,? she said.
I nodded my head as she walked off, heading down the street. She looked very confident. I got up and walked to the door of the barbershop. I opened it and Amanda looked up at me. ?Ummmmmmm???????., she said???????..? I said.
Amanda smiled as she pointed to the plastic bag. ?You take care of it,? she said. I nodded my head as I walked inside and grabbed my prize.
?Thank you so much,? I said as I walked out. I walked down the street with my prize in hand. My fantasy had finally been fulfilled.
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