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We sat there infront of the barbershop, looking in the window and occasionally in the direction of people walking down the street. We were not really paying attention but I saw her take a seat in the waiting area. Where did she come from, I wondered.

?Hey,? I poked my friend. ?Look!? I said.

?What?? he asked.

?There! In the barbershop,? I exclaimed. ?I did not even see her come in.?

?Nothing really spectacular,? he said.

Nothing spectacular? Where have you been? Look at her, she is beautiful. Full head of long hair, nice and curly, good looking hooters, long legs. What more do you want? I wonder if she is on our team. I watched her and I noticed she was keeping an eye fixed on the old barber. I wonder what she is thinking.

?Do you think she is on our team?? I asked my friend.

?Who?? he answered.

?Her, the female in the barbershop. Do you think she is on our team?? I asked.

?She is probably just waiting for her boyfriend to come in. She is not here to get a haircut. I know her and her boyfriend. He likes her hair long. You know him? He owns the motorcycle shop on the main street,? my friend said as he bit into his sandwich.

?That is his girlfriend? Wow! What a lucky guy,? I said.

?And on top of that, Old Mac is the oldest barber in the city. He is never going to change,? my friend said. ?I don?t think Old Mac would even be willing to cut a woman?s head of hair; let alone anyone on his staff. All he does is men?s cuts and shaves with hot lather.?

?But she looks really worried. She is watching old Mac, like she is praying he does not finish for awhile,? I said. Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed she was also watching the female barber. She was interested in her direction.

?Look, I have to get back to work and you should be continuing your job search. Do you have that list I gave you?? my friend told me.

?Look, it is not like I need a job. I am well taken care of,? I answered.

?Suit yourself. But I am telling you, you are going to get called into the office one day and you will have to account for your day and what you do with your time,? he said to me.

?When that happens I am ready,? I said. ?Besides, I have three interviews scheduled for tomorrow. So it is not like I am sitting on my ass all day.?

?Okay, don?t say I did not warn you,? he said. ?I gotta go or my boss is going to have my head on the chopping block.?

?Okay. Thanks again for lunch,? I said.

With that he got up and walked down the street. ?Drop over later tonight if you want. I got some new tapes and we can watch them together. I know one of them you have expressed an interest in,? he said.

?Okay, I will spring for the suds,? I said.

?Yeah and not the cheap stuff,? he said.

?I know. Corona or Heineken,? I said. ?I guess it will be the latter since I can?t stand Corona.?

I continued sitting on the bench, finishing my sandwich. I looked up every once in awhile and looked at the young lady; wondering what was going through her mind. I also started rubbing the back of my neck. If I was going to start job searching again, I too would need a haircut, a more professional look. As I was here, I might as well go inside. I finished my lunch, wiped my face and threw my garbage into the garbage can. I walked to the door and pushed it open. Mac looked at me as I walked to the waiting area. I sat down beside the young lady. The young lady continued to focus on the barberette.

Old Mac finally finished with his client. He walked the customer to the cash register and after accepting the customer?s money, he turned to the waiting area. ?Alright, who is next?? he said.

The young lady looked at me. We were the only two in the store. ?Oh shit,? she whispered. ?I don?t want that old man.?

?Miss, I think you are next,? I said as I pointed to the chair.

She turned to me. ?Listen, I will pay for your haircut and shave if you let me have the lady barber,? she said. ?It took enough courage for me scope this place out and find a lady barber. I finally found her. There aren?t many female barbers in the city. I used to get cut by a female barber when I lived in the country. Please, would you go first??

?Are you one of us?? I asked her.

?What?? she said.

?Are you one of us?? I said as I opened my wallet and showed her a picture that I cherished.

?Wow, that is fantastic,? she said as she studied the picture.

?Yeah, it is. Listen it is not often I see a figure of beauty in a barbershop,? I said.

?Yeah, well, my boyfriend has been avoiding me a lot these days. He spends all his time on his motorcycles. That picture? Is it someone you know??

?No, not really. Just something I saw on the internet,? I said.

?You mean there are places on the internet that deal with this kind of thing,? she said.

Old Mac walked up to us. ?Excuse me, I don?t have all day. This is a place of business. Who is next?? he said.

I looked at her and then I looked at the barberette. I walked over to her and spoke to her quietly. ?Is there any chance you might be closing this evening??

She looked at me as I pointed to the young lady and myself. ?She wants you to cut her hair and I also want you to cut my hair,? I said. ?She doesn?t want Old Mac. Possibly issue of trust.?

The barberette looked at me and nodded. ?Yeah, he leaves at 5:00. We are open till 7:00. If you want to come back, I can do you both,? she answered.

I walked over to the young lady. ?She can take us both between 5:00 and 7:00pm,? I said.

She looked at her watch. ?Three and a half hours. Okay, I can come back,? she said.

With that we walked to the door together. ?We?ll be back at 5:00 or around then,? we said together.

I headed off up the street but she called me back. ?Can I buy you a coffee?? she asked.

?Sure! I don?t have anywhere to go right now,? I said.

?There is a caf? around the corner,? she said. We walked off together.

The caf? ended up being an ?internet caf? with computers set out for people who wanted to use them but did not have access to a terminal at home. We walked in together and she pointed to a private booth at the back. ?Down there,? she said. ?I will get the coffee.?

I walked to the back of the caf? and sat down at the booth. She came back with two coffees and two muffins. She sat down. She pushed a button beside the table and a screen and keyboard showed up from under the table. ?You asked me ?are you one of us?? What did you mean?? she asked.

I cleared my throat. ?Is this going to get me in trouble with your boyfriend?? I asked.

?No,? she said.

?Then may I ask you a question? What is a beautiful woman like you doing in a barbershop? If you were my girlfriend, well, I don?t think I could imagine you going to a barber,? I said.

?But you do like women with short hair. If you didn?t, you would not be carrying around that picture,? she said.

?I have a fetish when it comes to short hair. The shorter; the better, when it comes to my fetish. But for a beautiful woman like you, short hair would not be appropriate,? I said.

?Well, my boyfriend has not been spending enough time with me these days. So I decided if I cut it off, maybe he will look at me again. I know he likes my long hair. He always tells me to wash it when we go out and he likes playing with it but like you, he has a secret when it comes to short hair. I have seen him looking when we go to motorcycle rallies. We see some dramatic cuts. We went to a rally last year and there was a fashion show. Three women were clippered at the closing party. He was so turned on,? she said. ?We had the greatest sex that night.?

She continued talking. ?I asked him if he liked short hair and he admitted that he had a secret fantasy when it came to things like this but he warned me that I was never to cut my long hair. He loves my long hair,? she said.

?What do you think he would do if you???ummmmm????..?? I asked.

?If I shaved my head or cut it really short?? she answered. I nodded my head. ?I don?t know. I know he would be unhappy at first but I think he would eventually get to liking it.?

?You would be losing a lot of hair,? I said. ?And it would be very dramatic. It would be six months to a year before you would have any noticeable length again and then it would only be a couple of inches. How long has it been since you last had a short haircut??

?Oh well, let?s see. I have not cut my hair short for six years. He has never seen me with short hair and besides the rallies, he never talks about it with me but I do know of his secret. I see him looking at women with short hair and I have let him rub the necks of women at the rallies,? she said.

She put her coffee cup down and she flicked a button on the computer terminal. She typed in a password and the screen came to life. ?My boyfriend co-owns this caf? with his best friend. He put in this special terminal just for me,? she said. The screen came to life.

?The picture?? she said. ?You said you found it on the internet. Can you show me where?? She turned the keyboard toward me. ?Just type in the keywords. The search engine will take us where we want to go.?

I typed in ?female short hair and head shaving?. The search engine came to life, listing a number of queries. I pointed out a couple of sites. "This is my personal favorite,? I said as I highlighted ?Catwalk Hair?. It came to life and I showed her a number of pictures with the stylist and how she handled her gold clippers.

?Wow, this is fantastic,? she said.

?Literally there is a whole community of short-haired enthusiasts. Some of them contribute links and new sites but the majority of us are silent, like me. We don?t dare talk about our fantasies because we are afraid it will destroy relationships,? I said.

?So do you contribute anything at all?? she asked.

?Yeah, I write fantasy stories,? I said. I exited ?Catwalk Hair? and keyed into ?Haircutting Stories?. I showed her the links and showed her the list of authors.

?Which one is you?? she asked. I pointed and clicked on my name ?hairman001?. My list of stories came to life. ?You don?t have much to offer.?

?This is a fairly new site. It has only been opened for a month or so. I have other stories at home. I used to have over 150 stories on another board but I took them off because someone did not respect my copyright license and was caught downloading my personal work. So I took all the stories off because the owner of the site could not protect my work. So any stories I write, I write for basically for certain special friends, who send me story lines and pictures, and myself. But someone told me about this site and begged me to come out of hibernation,? I said.

?Do you mind if I read one of them?? she said. She clicked on my first entry and it came up on her screen. It took her half an hour to read the entry and to study the picture that was attached to the story. ?Wow! This is excellent work. You have a very vivid imagination.?

I looked at my watch. Time was getting close to 5:00. ?Well, I should head back. I am job searching and I have three interviews scheduled for tomorrow,? I said.

?Do you think you could write a story about me?? she asked. I did not want to say so but I was already formulating something in my mind.

?Would you like me to write one?? I asked.

?What would you call it if I said ?yes??? she said.

?Well, that depends on how far you are going to go or if you are only pulling my leg,? I answered.

?Well, I think I am going to do it. No, I am going to do it! It is time for him to wake up and realize that I am more important then his bikes. Yes, I am going to cut my hair just like this,? she said. She turned the terminal toward me again. ?What do you think of this?? she said. She had reentered the ?Catwalk Hair? site and clicked on one of the links. Another site popped into view and the picture on the front page left her breathing hard and moaning with pleasure. I looked at the picture.

?On Our Team,? I said. ?That is what I would name the story.?

?What would the story focus on, the actually shearing?? she asked.

?No, not at all. I would focus on the events: starting with my seeing you in the waiting area, my entering the barbershop, Old Mac finishing with his client, my asking the female barber if she would be closing the shop and how you had decided to do this and why. I would finish with us returning to the barbershop, you getting in the chair, the barberette caping you and you telling her what you wanted done,? I said.

I stood up. She looked up at me. ?Are you going to join me?? I asked.

She pushed herself out from behind the booth. She turned off the terminal and followed me out the door. We walked ten minutes down the street. She walked up the stairs and pushed the door open to the barbershop. Old Mac was sweeping the floor around his chair. The female barberette was sitting in her chair, reading the newspaper. She looked at us as we took off our jackets. ?Okay, who wants to go first?? she asked as she got off the chair and turned the huge red barber?s chair around to face us. I pointed to the chair.

She stepped forward and her heels clicked as she walked to the huge red chair. She stepped on the iron footrest. She looked very confident as she placed her hands on the armrests. She sat down in the chair, crossed her legs, flicked her long black hair back over her shoulders and smiled as the barberette secured a neck strip. The barberette threw a pin-stripped cape around her shoulders. ?So miss, you have beautiful hair. What would you like me to do today??

?I want my boyfriend to look at me again. Shave off my hair. I want a crewcut,? she said.

?Do you want to watch it or do you want the chair to face the waiting area?? the barberette asked.

?Let him enjoy it. I don?t need to see it,? she said. ?I trust you.?

?Okay, then,? the barberette said. She gathered her long hair into a ponytail, tied it together and picked up her scissors. ?One crewcut for the beautiful lady.?

Author: hairman001

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