The alarm went off and I rolled over on my side. The radio clicked on and as I tried to get myself out of bed, the morning dj?s voice boomed over the speakers. ?Come on, guys, these are top notch seats. Front row center. Imagine Mick singing to your favorite girl, see Keith strut his stuff. The ?Greatest Rock and Roll band of all time? is coming to Toronto to help kick-start Toronto?s economy after the SARS shock. Come on guys. What would you give to get these tickets? Let me tell you, the value of this package is $2500.00. Hotel accommodations downtown, dinner at a five-star restaurant and tickets to the show and an opportunity to meet Mick and the boys.?
I yawned as I rolled out of bed. The phone went off. I grabbed the receiver. ?Are you awake yet?? she asked.
?Hardly. Long night last night. I did not get home till after midnight,? I said.
?Well, are you coming to pick me up or should I head off without you?? she asked.
?No. Give me twenty minutes. I gotta hit the shower. I will be there to take you in,? I said.
?Fine. That will give me time to fix my hair. See you soon. I love you,? she said.
?I love you too,? I said.
The dj?s voice was still asking people what would they do for tickets to see the STONES. I yawned again and walked slowly to the shower. I got in and pulled the curtain. The hot water hit me like a shovel. ?THE STONES? They are auctioning tickets for the STONES?? I said. I pulled back the curtain and listened again to the radio. Yes, they are. The STONES! I love the STONES. Nadine loves the STONES too. And we have talked extensively about how difficult it is to get tickets to see them. They always sell out when they come to Toronto. Yet, here, an opportunity to win tickets to the show.
I grabbed the phone and called her. ?Are you listening to the radio?? I asked.
?No, don?t have time. I am fixing my hair. Why?? she asked.
?Turn it on. The station is auctioning tickets to see the STONES,? I said. She flicked on the radio and listened. ?What do you think?? I asked.
?Wow, what a tremendous package. I would give anything to be there. But we never seem to have the time. Your job always keeps you late,? she said.
?Yeah, you are right. So much to do and so little time. Look, I don?t care. I want tomorrow off. I want us to win those tickets. We have all their albums. We deserve to go. We have never been on a true fantasy date. At least these would not be tickets behind a pillar. Front row center. MICK and KEITH,? I said. ?What would you do to win tickets to see MICK, KEITH, RONNIE and CHARLIE up front and close?? I asked.
?I don?t know,? she said.
?Would you be willing to do something totally off the wall?? I asked her. I knew she would answer positively because that is the kind of girl she is. A wild and crazy girl who will try anything once. ?The dj is asking for someone to come up with a kinky plan to win the tickets. He is asking for someone to go totally overboard and do something never done before in Toronto. How about it? Are you game to win those tickets?? I asked.
?What did you have in mind?? she asked.
?Would you be willing to shave your head for those tickets?? I asked her.
?You want me to cut off my hair?? she asked. ?Are you crazy or something??
?No, not crazy. I just want those tickets. Come on, Nadine. This is a chance of a lifetime. We may never get to see these guys again,? I begged.
?What is in it for me? No! That is too much of a risk. What will my boss say if I come to work with a bald head? No. I can?t do that. It is not fair for you to ask me to do that,? she said. ?I love you, Blake but that is out of the question. I could not do that. No way; no how. Come on, Blake there is too much at sake here. What are people going to say when they walk into the corporate office and see me??
?Haven?t you been saying that you would love the opportunity to work from home? Didn?t you approach your boss some time ago? Didn?t he tell you to give him some time to work some things out? Have you asked him again to consider your request?? I asked.
?I know I am important to the staff. No one can do what I have been trained to do. I would have to ask him,? she said. ?I don?t know, Blake. I don?t want to sound pushy. I would love to be able to work from home but could I really do this? Is it that important to you??
?Come on, Nadine. Fantasy date. The STONES, a limo, hotel, fine dinner, think about it. For us. Go and see him as soon as you get into the office. Ask him. Tell him that you think you deserve the chance. See what he says,? I said. ?See you in ten minutes. Think about it, okay? That is all I ask and that you trust me. I think we could win the tickets if you are willing.?
Now let me tell you something about Nadine. I love her very much. She is willing to try anything once. And she has a definite wild and crazy side to her personality. Sweet and sexy but she also has a dominate side, one which I really enjoy. I know. I have seen her get up on a table in a club and dance for me. Without my asking. And she has a heart of gold. She will do anything to make me happy. But some things come with a price, as I was to find out later.
We did not talk at all when I picked her up. I don?t know if she was mad at me for asking her to sacrifice her locks. Mind you, I do love her long hair. But I have a feeling she would look sexy with a bald head. How do I know? Call it intuition. I just know. And if anyone could pull it off, it would be Nadine.
I dropped her off at work and then headed to the office myself. It was a busy morning, meetings and deadlines that had to be met. I did not get a chance to settle back until close to noon. I turned on the radio and found that the lunch dj was still auctioning off the STONES tickets. God, I wish I could call in! I really want those tickets. But if Nadine won?t be a part of my ultimate fantasy concert, then I could not force her to be a part. I really had no right to ask her to make such a sacrifice for me. I listened to the radio for a couple of hours as I was doing projections for the next quarter-year sales figures. I guess I was not really paying attention to the dj but something caught my attention; a voice on the radio, a voice that made me immediately sit up and stop what I was doing. I listened and as I did, a smile came across my face.
?My boyfriend asked me this morning if I would be willing to shave my head to win tickets to see the STONES. I told him it was out of the question. I would not be willing to make such a sacrifice,? she said.
?So why are you calling in, Miss?? the dj said.
?Both of us are the biggest STONES fans in the world and we have never seen them perform. I know this would be the ultimate fantasy evening for my boyfriend. This is going to cost you, sweetheart. And the second reason why I am phoning in is because I could afford to do this. I have been wanting to work from home for the longest time and my boss agreed to my request to set up my office at home,? she said.
?So you would be willing to come down to the station and have your head shaved on air to win the tickets?? the dj said.
?Umm, no, not quite. I would be willing to go to a barbershop; about ten minutes walk from my apartment. I would be willing to sit in the chair, have my boyfriend videotape the haircut and return by 6:00pm with a bag full of hair and a videotape of the haircut,? she said.
The dj must have been sitting there with his manager because there was a pause in the talking and then the dj spoke up: ?Well, I think we have a winner. My manager agrees to your proposition. You have until 6:20PM to get to the station with a bag of human hair, your hair. And if you do, you and your boyfriend will win the ultimate STONES fantasy evening,? he said. I almost fell out of my seat. Grace was going to shave her head for us.
I must have been in space because there was a knock on my door. ?Blake, line three is for you,? the receptionist said. I looked up and then looked down at the phone. I picked up the receiver.
She was on the other line. ?Can you get off work, right now? Or are you working late tonight?? she asked. I could not answer. ?Blake, are you there? Come on, Blake. We have something important to do. We have a date for tomorrow evening. You know, the STONES,? she said. ?Shit, Blake, get with it???????.? she said with a touch of anger in her voice.
?You are going to ????????,? I said with a stutter.
?Just come and get me. We don?t have a lot of time. I want to do this fast before I regret making the call,? she said.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 2:30PM. I put my projections into my desk and locked it up. I locked my office door and walked down the hall. ?I am heading home, Brady. Take messages for me,? I said. I walked to the elevator and headed down to the garage to get my car. The drive to her office, which usually takes half an hour, I did in fifteen minutes. Traffic was very light in the downtown core. I pulled up in front of her office and she was standing there waiting for me. She got in the car. She reached over and gave a hot wet kiss full on the lips. It had so much power and sexual emotion behind it that I was left breathless for a good three moments. I just sat there looking into her sexy blue eyes, trying to speak. But I could not. I kept trying to speak but she put her finger to my lips and shook her head. She then winked at me and smiled.
I admit I was kind of confused about what was going to happen. I looked into her sparkling eyes. I opened my mouth and blurted out: ?Why? This morning??????..?
She placed her finger on my lips and she shook her head. ??Hush. There is no more to discuss. I know you want these and I want you to enjoy it. You will give me what I want later. So don?t get too worked up. You will need your energy for later,? she said.
We drove back to her apartment and as we got out of the car together, she told me she wanted to go inside and change her clothes. ?What shall I wear for you, baby? How about my short tight denim skirt, my tight halter and my spiked heels? Imagine MICK and KEITH playing for us, just for us? Are you okay, baby? You do want this, don?t you? You were saying so this morning,? she said as she smiled.
?You are going to go through with this?? I said.
?It is going to cost you, stud,? she said. We walked to the front door of her apartment building and took the elevator to the penthouse suite, her pad. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. I followed. It took her fifteen minutes to change and as she came out of her bedroom, I must admit she looked stunning. I took her hand and kissed her again. My hands were down around her thighs and I tried to pull up her skirt but she drew back and slapped my wrist. ?You are going to have to wait, stud. I will tell you when and I get to have my way.?
We headed back down the elevator and we decided we would walk to the barbershop. She had me get my video camera from the trunk of my car and I obediently followed her as she walked with confidence down the street. We got to the barbershop and I stepped up to the door. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. She followed behind me. The barber had the radio on and he was listening to the radio station that Nadine had called into. He looked at us. ?Imagine that,? he said. ?Some lady is going to shave her head for STONES tickets for the show tomorrow. Some lucky barber is going to run his clippers over her head. I wonder how long her hair is.? He looked at me but I surprised him as I took out my video camera.
I looked at the barber and pointed to Nadine. ?Is that long enough?? I said. Grace got into the red chair and sat back.
?You? You are going to be the one to shave her head for the tickets and I am going to be the one to do it?? he said. He flicked open his cape and tossed it around Nadine?s neck. He grabbed a sheet of tissue paper and wrapped it around her neck. Then he pulled the ends of the cape together; pinning it in place with a hair clip. He picked up his comb and stroked it through her long hair. He pulled it back off her sides and from her crown. He twisted it tight and put an elastic band around the mass of brown hair. He picked up a pair of scissors. He stood behind the chair and placed his hand on her shoulder. Nadine lowered her head slightly. I stood up and stood behind the barber. He opened the blades of his scissors and cut right into her long ponytail. It took him a good five minutes to cut through that mass of hair but it was worth watching. With one last snip to make before Nadine?s ponytail would be in his hand, he stepped aside and handed me the scissors. ?Go ahead and take the last snip,? he said. I handed him the camera and he focused on my hand as I snipped off the last remains of Nadine?s brown ponytail. I held it up. It was amazingly heavy, why not considering how thick her hair was and how long it had been since she last had her hair cut. I handed the ponytail to Nadine and she sniffled a bit. The barber was concerned a bit. ?Are you okay, Miss?? he asked.
I walked over to her and gave her a hug. She really was sniffling but she looked up into my eyes. They gave her reassurance. She looked back at me and smiled, knowing that I loved her for who she was and would always love her. Nothing would change that. I admit I was getting turned on at this time and I think she could sense that. ?Everything is going to be okay,? I said. ?I love you for doing this for us. I will cherish this evening forever.?
She whispered out to me: ?I know it is going to be okay. I now have the courage to go all the way because I am doing this for the man I love.? But I also knew that in her wicked, perverted, sexy mind, somewhere deep inside, she had the wheels turning, planning what she was going to do to me as payback. I knew I was going to be doing a lot of begging and she was going to make me hot and bothered to the extreme.
She looked up at the barber. She nodded her head. ?Shall I proceed with the clippers?? he asked.
He picked up a pair of electric clippers, took the guard off and flicked on the switch. ?I will try and get everything on the cape so it will be easy for you to collect it all,? he said. ?Head down, please.? Nadine lowered her head and he placed the clippers at her neckline. He made the first pass up her neck and with the flick of his wrist, he directed the clump of hair to topple down over her shoulder and drop into her lap. He directed each clump to hand right in the middle. He had her neck and nape done in five minutes, high to the back of the crown. Then he walked around and did one ear, shaving up the side and around the ear. There was a lot of hair falling into Nadine?s lap. I walked around to her front and captured her smile on the video camera.
?I plan to collect, big time, tomorrow evening. So you better be ready,? she said. As I said earlier, it usually ends up costing me something but I had no idea what; although I sure could guess that it was going to be a hell of a night of hot steamy sex after hearing MICK sing.
The barber had finished both sides and was now ready to do the top. ?I want to go from back to front,? he said. ?That way everything will fall down over your face and just land in your lap.? He flicked the switch again and placed the teeth at the back of her crown. He pushed them slowly down the middle of her head to her bangs. Hair fell over her face, spilling down into her lap. He directed Nadine?s head where he wanted it to be. The pressure on her head was gentle but firm. Finally before I knew it, he placed his big black brut on the counter, grabbed a white plastic bag, caught the ends of the cape together and took the cape off. He told me to open the bag and he carefully dumped the hair into the bag. ?For the radio station,? he said. He threw the cape back around Nadine?s neck and I walked over to rub my hand over the stubble that was left behind. He stepped forward again with a smaller pair of clippers and he ran them all over her head, reducing the stubble to bare skin.
?How far did Miss want to go?? he asked.
?I did say I would shave my head, so go all the way. I guess hot lather,? she said. The barber nodded his head. He walked to the side of the counter and opened a small door. A blast of steam came out as he opened a pair of tongs and grabbed a hot towel. He walked over to the sink and dropped it into the sink, allowing it to cool slightly before he unfolded it and placed it on Nadine?s head. He rubbed it in and let it sit for a minute. Then the hot lather which he spread all over her head and around her ears. He spread it like thick butter all over the place. ?Straight razor or disposable?? he asked.
I looked at her with a pleading look in my eyes. ?You want to get in on this, don?t you?? she said as she winked at me. I nodded my head. ?I bet you do! Disposable and let him do it,? she said.
?Whatever the young lady desires,? the barber said. He stepped aside as I handed him the camera. I took a razor and pulled it right down the middle of her head, removing a blob of thick cream. I flicked the cream to the towel which now sat on her shoulder. I must say for a man who was nervous, I did a perfect job, stroking through the cream, removing the stubble from her head. The barber finished up a few spots with his straight razor but soon, Nadine sat in the chair, totally bald. The barber got some sweet oil and spread it over her head to cool down the burning sensation.
He wiped the remains of the cream from around her ears and her neck. Then he undid the cape and helped her get off the barber?s chair. Nadine stood in front of the mirror and ran her fingers all over her beautiful head, her now shiny bald head. ?This is so cool,? she said as she smiled. ?Wow, I look fantastic. I never thought I would have the courage to do this,? she said as she giggled.
I went to pay the barber but he refused to take my money. ?No, I thank you for coming,? he said as he shook my hand. I looked at my watch. It was 4:00 and we had to get to the radio station but we had some time. We walked back to Nadine?s apartment and she went to change again. This time she came out wearing her black leather pants, her open-toe shoes with metal heels and a white sexy blouse which showed off her breasts. I caught her around the waist but she shook her head. ?Not until tomorrow night,? she said. ?I want you good and ready for what I have planned. And I want to see you begging for it.?
We drove to the radio station and we were issued into the dj?s booth. I handed the dj the tape and showed him the bag of hair, courtesy of the barber who had just given Nadine her perfect style. The dj clapped his hands, interviewed us for a few minutes and then introduced us to the station manager who gave us the fantasy package. Nadine was holding the ponytail in her hand as she held it up for publicity shots and I rubbed her bald head. Even the dj planted a kiss on the top of her head. The dj took the bag of clippings and placed it beside the chair.
I asked what he would do with them. ?Nothing,? he said.
?Does that mean we can keep the ponytail?? I asked. He nodded his head. ?And the tape?? I asked again. Again he nodded.
Nadine was finally finished with the publicity shots and we were ready to go. The dj told us again what our fantasy night would be and thanked us for coming it. I wanted to get my hands on Nadine and rub her bald head some more but she looked at me with a stern look. ?No way, partner. Not until tomorrow. You can just drive me home and get ready for the night of your dreams,? she said.
THE NEXT EVENING:
As Mick and Keith played to the crowd, I placed my arm around Nadine?s sexy waist. I pulled her close to me and she did not resist. My hand went up and I rubbed her beautiful bald head. Mick looked down at us as he sang the words: ?I can?t get no, no satisfaction?, I knew deep inside I was satisfied. I was having a dream come true. I was front row center listening to the ?GREATEST ROCK and ROLL BAND of all time. I had witnessed the most amazing transformation of all time. And I had a beautiful bald princess beside me. And Nadine would indeed get her satisfaction later that evening, at my expense, when we retired to the hotel. I could count on it and I knew she would not finish until she was fully satisfied.
Author; hairman001Copyright protected ? 2003Copyright legal and registered to author.
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