(Part 1) I don?t know where the picture came from but the evening it appeared on the hair board, well, I was literally floored. It showed the most beautiful female barber I have ever seen, sitting in an old-fashioned white barber?s chair. The pump to raise and turn the chair clearly on the side of the chair. One of her legs was resting on the cast iron footrest.
She was dressed in a sexy black dress. Her black hair in curls, touching her shoulders. Her lips in a dark red lipstick.
In the picture, her legs were crossed and she wore a pair of black stockings with a fashionable print going through the nylon. She was also in very high heels.
On the wall behind her was a small microwave oven and two hat stands. One held an orange wig. She was obviously waiting to clip someone close and as I sat admiring and longing to be the one she was waiting for, I found myself wishing and wanting to be in that chair with her standing behind me, ready to sheer my head.
I will readily admit I have a hair fetish and I also love the idea of having a female barber pamper me when I go to get my hair cut. As a matter of fact, I will not let a man cut my hair. I guess it is a matter of trust and I find the majority of men who work in salons are queer anyway.
I sat looking at that picture for a solid hour before I decided to post a message on the board. My mind was flooded with the question: ?Who is she? Is she for real? Where does she cut?? So I posted a message under the first message, asking the three questions. My message read: ?Must find. Who is she? Is she for real or just someone?s model? Where does she cut??
I really did not expect to get a response, at least not anything positive. For all I knew, it was a picture of some female barber in the US or somewhere in Europe or for that matter a picture of a model for a barber?s supply company advertisement or a magazine. Sometimes, you really cannot believe some of the things that you read on some of these boards. I know I have questioned some of the posts, myself and read many other posts from people who are not always truthful.
The next day at work, a new presentation was thrown at my feet and I was told that this was going to take a lot of personal sweat and effort to get it done exactly the way management wanted it done. As a result I did not have a chance to even get near my home computer for a good month. But once the big project was over, I got a chance to sit down and recuperate from the hectic schedule. I went on-line at the earliest convenience. I went to my e-mail account and found a number of messages that I did not recognize. I clicked on the first of several to find a simple message: ?Yes, I am for real. If you want to know more, post a message on the hair board. I will respond.?
I went directly to the hair board and posted a message; simply saying: ?I am still here. I would like to meet you.?
The next evening, I got home early. I sat down at my computer and went to the hair board. A message was under my message. ?Jacqueline. Rue Bonaventure, Montreal and a phone number. Call after 8:00pm.? I looked at my watch. It was 6:00pm. Two hours to wait. Would I call or not? I decided I had nothing to lose and after eating dinner and taking a shower, I placed the phone call. I got through to a receptionist and asked to speak to Jacqueline. After a minute or two, a very soft and sexy voice came through on the opposite line. I told her who I was and that I was the one who posted the message on the hair board. I told her that I just wanted to compliment her on her sexy appearance on the picture. I asked her about the salon she worked in and she told me basically she cut men?s hair but she occasionally did women?s hair. I told her that I lived in Vancouver and that even though I would never have the chance to meet her personally, I hoped she might keep in touch with me, via Yahoo messenger.
?Who knows? Maybe one of these days you will find yourself in Montreal. If you do, look me up. I would love to meet you," she said. ?I will,? I said as I finally decided it was time to go.
The next week was very busy at work. Lots of inter-staff meetings, new projects coming to the fore, new time lines on other projects and finally as the last item on the agenda, the manager told us that four staff members were going to be asked to volunteer to be moved to our eastern office. That perked my ears up. I knew I was not senior on the ladder but the move would mean Montreal. And maybe a chance to meet the sexy Jacqueline.
The following day at work, I made an appointment to see the director. I dressed in my most professional business suit and went to wait outside his office. Being able to converse fluently in French may be a bit of an advantage for me and I was hoping it would.
I was issued into his office and told to sit down. I presented my case and after I showed him some of my projects and sales records, he promised he would consider my request. He told me that he would be offering the move to my immediate senior and if he did not accept it, then it was mine. I smiled as I shook his hand. I knew it was in the bag because when the manager made the announcement, my partner sneered and expressed displeasure at the idea of the move. So there was a good chance that it might turn in my favor.
One week later, the manager called the four senior staff to his office where they were given the chance to volunteer to move to Montreal. To my dismay, my senior accepted the move and he returned to his desk and started packing. I looked at him and said: ?I thought you did not want to move.?
?I don?t. But I will do anything to get out of here and this office. Maybe the people there will be more co-operative and listen when they are told to do things,? he said. I could not believe that he was taking a position to spit in our faces.
The manager came to my desk over lunch. ?I am sorry but it did not work out,? he told me.
?He is only going because he thinks we are not doing our share. I pull my weight and do much more then he does,? I said.
?I know. I have seen your reports and your attendance is outstanding,? he replied. ?I wish there was some way I could send you.?
?Well, thanks anyway,? I said. I turned back to my computer.
?Wait, would you go even if it meant you would be in another department?? he asked.
?I don?t know. It depends,? I said.
?Don?t worry. It would not mean a drop in pay. In fact it would mean an increase and more responsibility. Of course you would need some training and you would need to leave for Montreal as soon as possible,? he said.
?I would have to make some arrangements with my apartment and furniture. How soon do you need an answer?? I asked.
?Think about it over the weekend. I need an answer by Tuesday and don?t worry about housing. I think we can help you on this end,? he said. I clocked out at noon and went home. I talked to my apartment manager and asked if I could get out of my lease. He was very understanding and agreed to refund my security deposit and my last month?s rent. I called a storage firm and they agreed to pick up my furniture and put it in storage for a month. I had other things to do including packing clothes and transferring bank accounts so I got busy with that. Canceling my cable, my phone, hydro was easy. That took a couple of phone calls and it was done.
Monday morning I gave the director an answer, telling him I was ready to go. He shook my hand and told me that I was to leave for Montreal on Friday. I had one week to receive what training head office could give me before I moved into my new position, in Montreal.
The week went fast and Thursday evening I found myself checking last minute things to make sure everything was taken care of. Friday morning I was at the airport and at 8:30am I was in the air on the way to my new life.
My first order of business after getting settled into my new place, to go and check out Jacqueline. I am hoping she is waiting to clip me close. (Part 2)
I arrived in Montreal at 12:00 noon Vancouver time, 4:00pm Montreal time. The flight had been comfortable and quiet. I was met at the airport by someone from the eastern office and I was taken to a home where I would be allowed to stay for a month until I was able to find my own place. I threw my things down on the bed and went to freshen up. I was sure I would be somewhat tired but surprisingly I was not. I had saved the phone number of the salon where Jacqueline worked and I decided to go and check it out. I called for a cab and gladly paid $20.00 to be taken downtown and dropped off on the corner. I got out of the cab and walked a short distance up the street to a salon called ?The Golden Clipper Salon & Barber Shop.?
I looked in the window. There she was, just as she was in the picture that had caught my eye. I looked for a few more minutes, hoping she would turn around and looked toward me but she did not. I gathered my courage and walked into the shop.
In French I asked if I could get a haircut. ?I do not have an appointment,? I said, ?but I just got into the city. I am starting a new job and I would like a new look.?
?I am sorry, Miss. All our stylists are booked solid. I can give you an appointment for Monday?? she said.
I looked at Jacqueline. ?What about ???????????? I asked.
?Oh no. You don?t want her to cut your hair. Besides she is a barber, cutting men?s hair. Although she will occasionally cut the hair of a female.
But she only does short cuts. You are not looking to go short, are you?? the receptionist said.
?Well, I don?t know. What is the summer like here?? I asked.
?It can be somewhat sticky and dry,? she answered. ?But you have such nice hair. It would be a sin to subject it to a pair of clippers. Please, come back on Monday and let me give you an appointment with our senior stylist. He will take good care of you.?
Jacqueline looked up finally and walked into the receptionist area. She picked up the appointment book and opened it. I decided to put her to the test. I asked: ?Excuse me, Miss? You work here? Do you think I would look good in short hair??
Jacqueline looked at me as I smiled. She smiled back. She reached over and touched my hair. ?Nice and fine, baby fine. Virgin hair. Never been colored or processed. Yeah, I think you could go short without any trouble,? she answered. ?But it would be very dramatic. It would really open up your eyes, a lot,? she said. ?I would be happy to cut it for you but I have an appointment in ten minutes,? she said as she looked at her wrist. She turned and walked back to her chair.
?Can I come back later? Say in half an hour?? I asked politely.
?Okay. I should be finished. Give your name to the receptionist,? she said.
I nodded and did as she asked. I walked to the door. ?I?ll be back in half an hour,? I said as I walked out the door. I walked a little further up the street and found a pay phone. I called the shop and in English, I asked to speak to Jacqueline.
She was happy to hear from me and when I told her that I had been transferred to Montreal and a new job, she was happy for me. ?You must come and visit me at the shop. I would love to show you the city,? she said.
?How about tonight?? I asked her.
?I have someone in my chair right now and then I am here for another half an hour but I might be held up for a bit. I have one last client coming in and then I am supposed to be off. But someone came in about ten minutes ago asking for a short haircut. A female customer. So I might be here for another hour. This is kind of short notice but yes, come to the shop in an hour, say. Do you know where it is?? she asked.
?I will find it,? I said.
?Good, I look forward to meeting you,? she said.
I walked around for half an hour and then returned to the salon. I walked inside and took a seat. Jacqueline was with a client. I smiled as she looked at me. ?Hello. You must be Jacqueline,? I said as I giggled. She looked confused. ?I am Amber, from Vancouver.
?You are my next customer?? she said as she smiled. I nodded my head.
?And the one who spoke to you half an hour ago,? I said.
?You are the one who wrote about the picture on the net?? she said as her eyes opened wide. She smiled again and whispered something to herself. She came over and gave me a hug. I giggled as I hugged her back.
?You are as beautiful as you are in the picture,? I said. ?I am so glad you are dressed this way. You look so stunning.?
?Why didn?t you tell me who you were when you walked in?? she said.
?I wanted to check you out first and see if you would be the one to cut my hair and if you would try to get me to change my mind,? I said.
?Were you kidding when you asked about your hair?? Jacqueline asked.
?No, not at all,? I said. ?Totally serious about it.?
?Well?????????????,? she said as she stepped into her element. I followed her to the chair. ?Then I think I have your name written down in the appointment book. Shall we?? she asked as she spun her chair around to face me. As I looked at her my heart fluttered. She was indeed sexy. Very professional looking and what grabbed me was her long legs.
?Yes, let?s do it,? I said. I got into the chair and settled back.
She flicked open a black vinyl cape and let it float down over my shoulders. She folded in the collar of my blouse, wrapped my neck with a neck strip and taped the ends of the cape together. I sat there with my legs crossed and she straightened out the cape so that it covered me. I took a deep breath and settled in to be sheered.
I heard the flick of the clippers and she placed her hand on the back of my crown but I noticed she was standing at the side. Her hand was in front of my face. She told me to lower my head and as I looked down into my lap, she pushed the clippers into my locks. The first clump of hair tumbled down into my lap and dropped to the floor.
This was looking to be a day of fascination as she pushed the clippers slowly over my head. The buzzing brought a smile to my face. Even she smiled as she pushed the clippers along.
?I am so glad I found you,? I said as she lifted my head up by the chin.
?And you will return to me from now on because of the feelings you have,? she said as she gave me a sweet kiss on the lips.
Author: hairman001 Copyright protected ? 2003 Copyright legal and registered
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