It started out as a friendly game of pool. Rachel and Derek, racking and stroking balls at the local pool hall. Rachel was quite a player and Derek was always upset that he would lose so much. He did not like the idea of being beaten by a woman, let alone his girlfriend, especially when she would stick it in his face after another win. What was even more humiliating was the fact that Rachel would always bring her girlfriends and they would cheer her on and laugh when she would successfully bank the 8-ball and watch as it rolled to the side pocket and dropped. Then she would take his money, stuff it in her pocket and walk away. And he would stand there holding his head in shame. All his friends would be sitting there in disgust.
?How could you lose?? someone would say. ?That was the easiest shot. Even a baby could have made that shot.?
?You have set manhood back 1000 years,? someone else would say. ?And she took you for $500.00.?
So on a whim, he decided to get lessons without her knowing. He found the best pool shark in town and quietly behind her back, he would spend a solid hour at a second pool hall where no one knew him or his track record. Or knew that he was such a loser when it came to playing against his girlfriend. He started catching on quite quickly with the pool shark and before too long he was winning back a lot of the money he had lost to Rachel.
The time finally came and after a few weeks, Derek and Rachel were out with friends at the local pool hall. Derek stood up and walked over to the pool table. ?Come on, Rachel let?s play,? he said as he picked up a cue stick.
Rachel looked at him and shook her head. ?Don?t you think I have humiliated you enough?? she said. ?How much money have I won from you over the past few months?? She held up her finger and showed off to her friends the expensive ring and the diamond watch she had bought with the money she had won from Derek. ?When are you going to get it through you head that you just cannot beat me at pool? I am a better shooter and I have Lady Luck on my side.?
?What is wrong, Rachel? Are you afraid that I just might beat you tonight? You have to give me a chance to win back some of the money you won from me. I think you are chicken,? Derek said as he imitated the call of a chicken. He had a smile on his face. Even his friends got into the action.
Rachel?s best girlfriend looked at her. ?Are you going to let him get away with that? You can beat him. Go on. You know you want to do it. Besides I saw a really cool looking leather jacket that would look fantastic on you. Here, take a look at this,? she said as she put her hand in her pocket and took out a flyer for a classy leather salon. ?Make the bet! You win, you take his money and make him buy you the jacket.? Rachel was swooning over the jacket. The color was so right for her and the fit! What a fit!
She stood up and walked to the table. ?Okay, loser. I am going to whoop your ass,? she said as she grabbed a stick. ?Best of three. Stakes $500.00 a game. Third game if it goes to that, double or nothing plus the winner gets anything of her choice.?
Derek smiled. ?What if I win? Do I get whatever I want, regardless of what it is? Will you agree to that??
Rachel looked at him. ?What makes you think you even have a chance? But to humor you, sure. Whatever you want I will do it,? she said. They shook hands on the challenge and Rachel let Derek rack the balls and break. Derek purposely screwed the break and only hit one ball. Rachel giggled and moved in and started running the table. Derek just stood back. Ball after ball fell to Rachel?s stick and in fifteen minutes she had cleared the table just leaving the 8 ball on a position that even a child could sink. ?I am going to hit the 8 ball with my eyes closed,? she said and surprisingly, she made the shot and left the cue ball on the table. Derek bowed his head and placed $500.00 on the table.
Rachel?s friend was looking through the flyer and she called Rachel over. ?Look at this,? she said as she pointed to a pair of tan colored high boots that would go well with the jacket she had previously shown Rachel. ?You gotta have these. Raise the stakes,? she said.
Rachel swooned again and when she looked in Derek?s eyes and saw how dejected he looked, she made the challenge. ?Let?s forget this child?s play. How about we go double or nothing right now??
Derek looked up and nodded his head. ?Sure, sounds good to me. I am feeling lucky. I think I am finally finding my stroke. Rack it up,? he said. ?You can even break this time.? Rachel did break and she landed five balls before she finally missed a key shot. Derek had some hard shots on the table but he eyed the first one and landed it in the pocket. He started calling out shots and he made them all, leaving just the 8 ball behind the 14, hidden and the cue ball at the left top pocket. The 14 lay straight down the side and the 8 ball behind it.
?No way you are going to make that shot,? Rachel said.
?Probably not,? Derek said. ?But then, neither can you. As a matter of fact, I have $1500 in my pocket that says you would not make it. Care to go for it?? Rachel was starting to feel greedy and she did go for the kill but she scratched and lost the game. Derek lapped his hands. ?I guess you owe me $1500.00, babe. Pay up.? Rachel took out her wallet and placed the money on the pool table. ?One more babe, best two out of three?? Rachel was dejected now and somewhat angry because he had beaten her fairly. ?Shall we go for the kill??
Rachel looked at him. ?What did you have in mind?? she asked.
Derek reached into his pocket and took out his cheque book. He wrote out a cheque for $5000.00 and placed it on the table. ?And I will pay for whatever it was that your girlfriend was showing you,? he said, ?but if you lose, you owe me $5000.00 and anything I want, no questions asked. He walked over and rubbed the nape of her hair. He also lowered his head and inhaled the smell of her shampooed hair. He liked her brown hair but it was always his wish to get her in a barber?s chair and have it shorn off, bare to the skin. She had no idea of his fantasy. ?So are you a betting woman or not??
??The jacket, the boots and a purse to go with it?? she asked as she showed him the flyer. He nodded his head. ?Okay, you are on.? She looked at her friend and smiled. ?I think we should put this on paper and both sign it so that there is no misunderstanding when I take you to the salon and have you buy this for me,? she said.
?No problem. You write it up while I rack the ball,? he said. She walked over to the table and wrote down the agreement. She brought it to him and he signed his name and she signed hers. She folded it up and gave it to her best friend to hold. ?Would you like to break?? he asked.
She nodded her head and she stepped into the cue stick, landing three balls off the hard break. Balls scattered everywhere and she went right to work. She landed two more in the pocket before she missed a shot. Derek walked up to the table doing a strut and he took command of the table. Balls were falling everywhere, on singles and in combinations. Rachel could not believe his luck. He was on his way to cleaning the table. She decided she had to try and distract him and she walked up and ran her fingers through his brown hair but in spite of that, he still made his shot. He made the next two shots and left himself with a bank shot to land the 8 ball. ?Well, too bad, babe. I guess you finally met your match,? he said and just to rub it it, he turned and faced her on the side and he landed the last ball without even looking at the shot.
?How????????????? she said. ?You ????????????????
?You what? Could never play that good? Have been cheating? Have been using a loaded stick? Just admit it babe, you met your match. ?Now, I will take this,? he said as he took her $5000.00 and his cheque.
?How did you learn to make some of those shots?? she said.
?What is it that you always say? ?Lady Luck? is on my said? Well surprise, I found out that Lady Luck is actually a man and ??????????? he said.
?Forget it. I don?t want to hear it,? she said as she slumped down into her chair.
?You?re not going to be a sore loser, now, are you?? he asked.
?No. I will honor my agreement,? Rachel said. They sat around for another hour before Rachel finally said that she wanted to go home. So Derek and Rachel said good-night to their friends and they walked to the car. She sat back in the car as Derek came around and sat in the driver?s seat. ?I don?t know how you did it but there is no way you could have made half those shots. I lost to a better player tonight. So what is it that you are going to want from me??
?No, you cannot ask. I will tell you when and you will do exactly what I want you to do and if you are a good girl, maybe I will erase your part and treat you to what you want. Besides, I think it would look really good on you. But until I decide that it is time, you are not allowed to ask for any information. Do I make myself clear?? Derek said. She nodded her head. ?Good.? They drove home
She did keep her word and he continued to just sit tight until he was ready. Every evening while he was at work, he would skip over to his favorite web pages and he would look at pictures of women who would be willing to submit to a shaved head. ?Soon she is going to be one of those,? he told himself. ?Very soon. Her head will be as smooth as a cue ball.?
Finally the day came when he had decided it was time. He woke her up and told her to get dressed. ?Wear your little black dress. You know the one I like? The nice tight one and your high heels. We are going for a drive.?
?Where are we going?? she asked.
?Oh, nowhere special. You will like this. It is something different but it is time for you to make good on your agreement.? he said.
She rolled out of bed and went to the shower. She washed her brown hair, not knowing that it would be the last time for awhile. She came out of the shower and got dressed. She came downstairs into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around her hair. She sat down and ate breakfast. He stood up and walked over, picking up a brush from the table. He stroked back her hair and ran his fingers through her wet head. He loved the feel of her hair and the smell of the shampoo she used. It was intoxicating.
They finished breakfast and by that time, her hair was already dry. They walked out to the car and off they went. They made a stop along the way and he held her hand as they walked into the leather salon. He pointed to the jacket, the boots and the purse and he asked the sales person if she could try them on. ?I think you need a nice pair of leather pants to go with that. What do you think?? he said as he held up a pair for her to try on. ?Go and try them on,? he said as he took a seat in the waiting area.
As she was changing, he walked up to the sales person and handed over his Visa card. ?She is not to know that it has been purchased at this time,? Derek said. Quickly he signed the receipt and pushed his copy in his pocket. He went back to the waiting area and sat down, waiting for her to come out. She came out after ten minutes and she looked stunning in the tan leather jacket, black leather pants, a tight cotton top and a tan colored purse. She modeled for him in front of the mirror. ?Do you like it?? he asked.
She cooed and purred as she strutted her stuff. ?Are you going to forgive my debt?? she asked.
?Oh, no! A debt is a debt and I am ready to collect,? he said.
?So this was just a tease?? she asked.
?If you do exactly what I want you to do, maybe not but if you so much as complain or resist me, then you can forget it,? he said. ?Do we have an agreement??
?You are not going to hurt me or anything like that, are you?? she asked. ?No tattoo parlor??
?No. You will see soon. Come on. We have to get a move on,? he said. ?Go and change.? She turned and walked back to the dressing room. She did look good in the outfit and he was pleased with it. What would she look like in it after her head was shorn? Only time would tell. She came back out from the dressing room and he said that?s to the sales person. They walked to the door hand in hand. He opened the door for her as she got into the car.
They drove off outside of the city to a small town. He drove down the main street and before long he made a turn on to a small side street. He parked the car and got out. He walked over to her door and opened it for her. ?Come on. Let?s go. We have a couple of things to do here,? he said. He took her by the hand and closed the car door.
They walked up the small street to the main drag. A short five minute walk down the road and he saw what he was looking for, a revolving barber?s pole over top of a storefront door. He held her hand tight and they walked toward the shop. He looked in the window and smiled at what he saw. ?Come on,? he said as he opened the door. They stepped in. The barber was behind his chair shaving a farmer. The barber smiled as Derek and Rachel walked over to the waiting area. They sat down together.
?Why have we come so far for you to get your haircut?? she asked but Derek did not answer. He looked at her and pulled her face to his as he kissed her. ?What was that for?? she asked.
The barber finished with his customer. The customer reached into his pocket and paid his bill. The barber nodded his head as the customer left the shop. The barber dusted off the huge red chair and he spun it around. ?I think you are next,? he said to Derek. Derek got up and took Rachel?s hand as he pulled her up.
?Come on, babe, the chair is waiting for you,? he said as he led Rachel to the waiting chair. He pointed to the chair. Rachel looked shocked as he face dropped. ?The agreement was anything I wanted at any time. You promised you would not resist nor would you complain. I want to see you as bald as that white cue ball we use at the club.?
?You?ve gotta be kidding,? she said. ?My head shaved?? He nodded his head. ?In a barber shop?? He nodded his head again. ?With those?? she said as she pointed to the electric clippers. He nodded a third time.
?You promised,? he said, ?and now it is time for you to deliver. You would not want me to tell all your friends that you are not a woman of your word, would you?? She shook her head. ?So you will do it?? he asked as he stopped in front of the chair. She drew in a huge sigh and nodded her head. ?Right to a straight razor and hot lather?? he asked. She nodded her head again. She walked over and got in the chair. She crossed her legs and bowed her head as the barber picked up a white cape but Derek stopped him. ?Please, no cape. I want to see the hair on her bare shoulders.?
?Okay, you are the boss,? the barber said. ?So what are we doing today, Miss??
?Whatever he asks for,? she said.
The barber looked at Derek. ?Clippers over her head. Take it all off and then a hot lather shave,? Derek said as he sat back in the chair.
The barber combed out Rachel?s already short style. ?Well that will be sometime different for you, I guess,? he said to Rachel. ?Something new for me as well. I have never shaved a woman?s head before. But it can?t be that hard. Do you want me to scissor-cut any of it?? he asked as he looked at Derek.
?No, just you clippers. Start at the sides,? Derek said. The barber nodded his head and he turned to the counter. He picked up his clippers, removed the guard, and turned back to stand behind Rachel. He combed up a section of hair just over her ear and pulled it out while holding it between his fingers, ready to cut it off.
?Wait, one minute,? Rachel said. ?I have one question before I agree to do this. I need to know. Some of those shots, I never dreamed you would be able to make. For awhile, I thought I had it in the bag but you played really well, almost like a professional. How were you able to make those shots??
?You won?t be mad at me if I tell you?? Derek said.
?No,? she answered.
?I went to another club and found a pool shark who was willing to give me lessons. That is why we did not go out for two months, because I was taking lessons behind your back,? he said.
?Well, I give you credit. I did not think you had it in you to really challenge me,? she said. She looked at the barber and smiled. ?You can go ahead now.? She sat back in the chair, crossed her legs and relaxed as the barber brought his clippers up to her ear and he sheared off the first tuff of hair that he had been holding between his fingers. Derek smiled as the first tuff of hair toppled down and landed on Rachel?s bare shoulder. Rachel did not even move as the barber combed back another section of brown hair and sheared it off. Cutting down the bulk of her hair to a stage where it would be relatively easy to proceed to a clean shave, was quick and Rachel smiled through the entire process. The barber finally put his large brown clippers down on the counter. Rachel?s hair had been cut down to a feathered clipper job. The curl at her neck had been cut off and the bulk around her ears was a lot shorter. He picked up a second pair of clippers, removed the guard, oiled the teeth and flicked the switch, allowing the oil to penetrate between the teeth and lubricate the machine.
?Are you ready?? the barber said. Rachel looked at Derek and she nodded her head. He stood at the side with the clippers in his hand. ?I need you to look to the corner,? he said as he pointed to the corner of the shop. ?Keep your eyes focused and it will be over sooner then you can expect.? Rachel turned her head ever so slightly and the barber raised his hand to her hairline. He placed the teeth of his clippers into what was left of her bangs. Starting at the center of her head, he pushed back the clippers, through her crown. A long section of hair fell to her shoulder and settled there. Derek swallowed hard as he watched Rachel?s hair being peeled away exposing her soon to be bald head. She was so calm as she sat in the chair. Allowing the barber to direct her movement as he told her what he needed her to do. Before she knew it, her head was half bald, clippered down to less then a 1/16th of an inch of hair. All the length had managed to stay on her shoulder. The barber wanted to sweep it off but Derek shook his head.
The barber now walked around to the other side of Rachel?s head. ?Are you ready?? he said as he looked at Rachel. He placed his hand on her crown and he pushed it gently to the side. He flicked the switch on his clippers and he placed the teeth at her ear. He pushed the clippers up over her sides and up to the crown. A flick of the wrist and a clump of hair fell down over her shoulder and stayed still on her shoulder. The pile continued to grow as he continued to shave her head from the ear up to the crown. Then he pushed her head down and he sheared her neckline, pushing the clippers up to the top of the crown before he let the hair fall over her other shoulder. Some of her brown hair finally fell down and landed in her lap. The barber continued shearing and before long, he had Rachel void of hair except for the stubble on her crown and at her sideburns.
He put the clippers down and took out a smaller pair. He ran those over her head, reducing the stubble a Bit but it would still take a hot lather shave to finish the work. He put the second pair of clippers down on the counter and he walked to the sink. Derek got up and approached Rachel. He ran his fingers over her shaved dome. ?That feels so good. But imagine how much nicer it will be when it is finished,? he said.
?Why did you bring me here?? she asked.
?If I told you, you would think I was some sort of a pervert,? he said.
?What gives you that idea? I have always listened to whatever you had to say,? she said.
?Well, at first there was an element of revenge. I was hurt when your girlfriends laughed at me for losing and I was somewhat angry that I was losing all the money. For a while I even thought that the only reason you loved me was because of my money. But I know that of all the money you have won from me, you have only spent $500.00. You could have done so much with all that spare cash. And I am glad that you have put it away. That told me that you were a classy woman. But then, I have always considered you to be a classy woman. When I bet you the last time we played, you did not create a scene. You took it all in stride. And I wanted something to remember our game. So I wondered what you would look like with a shaved head. I loved it when you went short the last time you went to the salon. But I even wished you would have gone even shorter. I have always believed that a woman should shave her head atleast once. When you were looking at those pictures, well, that is when I decided I was going to see how much you really loved me. You did not make many mistakes. You left me with a number of difficult shots but you took the loss like a real pro. When you showed me the pictures of what you wanted if you bet me, well, I decided I wanted something too. So here we are. Are you mad?? Derek asked.
?No, I guess I am not. It feels like of kinky, actually,? Rachel said as he raised her hand and rubbed her head. ?Almost like sandpaper.?
?Well, it is going to be a lot smoother,? Derek said. The barber returned with a hot towel that he had soaked in the basin. He wrapped it around Rachel?s head and rubbed the wet towel into her head. He then got a can of shaving cr?me, squirted a blob of cr?me on his open palm and rubbed it into her near bare scalp. He grabbed a straight razor, stroked it against a leather belt and pushed Rachel?s head to the side. ?Perfectly still,? he said as he drew a line down through the white cr?me, leaving behind a section of bare skin. It took him seven minutes to shave her head bare and then do a few touchups. Then he turned the chair around so that she could see her reflection in the mirror. Derek got up and clapped as the barber applied some cooling cr?me to her head and dusted her neck and around her ears. He grabbed his barber?s brush and he swept Rachel?s hair off her shoulders. He extended his hand and helped Rachel out of the chair. Rachel walked over and ran both hands over her barren head. She looked at Derek as he stood there with both hands behind his back. She walked over and planted a kiss on his lips.
?Are you okay with this?? he asked.
?This is so cool. I like it. I wonder how our friends are going to react when we see them again?? Rachel said.
?There is one more thing I want to you to do for me, please?? he asked. He turned to the barber, handed him $20.00 and then he asked: ?Is there some place in town where people shoot pool?? The barber told him how to get to the local club and Rachel and Derek walked down the main street and entered the club. Derek got Rachel a pool stick and he picked up a cue ball. ?I want to remember this,? he said as he reached into his pocket and took out a small digital camera. ?Hold the cue ball to your face and the pool stick in the other hand. Then I want one picture of your shiny head breaking the balls.? Rachel complied and then they were on their way back to the city. Derek as he drove home could not keep his free hand off the top of Rachel?s bare head as he rubbed and petted her bare head.
They arrived back in the city and they drove to the mall. ?I want to get you home right now but we have one last stop to make before we can go home,? he said. He parked the car and he got out of the car. He walked around to her door and he opened it. He took her hand and helped her out of the car. ?Come on. We have one last place to go. Since you gave me what I wanted and you did not complain or resist, I am going to give you what you wanted,? he said as they walked through the mall on the way to the leather salon. ?Then we can go home. I can?t wait to see how you look as a hot shaved babe. Thanks babe for giving me what I have wanted for a long time.?
Author: hairman001 Copyright protected ? 2003 Copyright legal and registered to the author. Not to be copied or downloaded without personal permission of the author.
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