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I've never regarded myself as a particularly lucky person but today it felt as though I had just won the lottery.

It was a typical Friday and on the way home from work I decided to stop off and get my hair cut. I've always had a 'thing' for haircuts and I visit the barbershop every couple of weeks or so just to get a trim and to soak up the atmosphere. I've been using the same barbershop for over 10 years - a traditional one-chair shop where the old barber - George - knows all of his customers by name.

It was about 5.30 when I made it to the shop, and it looked as though I'd be in and out fairly quickly as the kid in the chair was getting an all over crewcut, and there was only one couple sitting in the waiting area - the guy's hair was already quite short, so his haircut was unlikely to take too long.

I nodded at him and grabbed a seat a couple of chairs away from them. I assumed the girl was his partner or girlfriend as they were very obviously together. I had to make a real effort to stop myself staring at her as she was very attractive in what I can only describe as a 'sluttish' sort of way. She was dressed in a white crop top, a very short denim mini skirt and a pair of white knee high boots. Her hair looked well groomed - shoulder length brown with some tinted blonde highlights, set off by some large hoop earrings and makeup which looked as though it had been applied using a trowel. As I say, it was hard to stop staring - particularly at her legs disappearing into that short mini skirt.

I could see that the kid in the chair was almost done. Old George was brushing him down and he was now sporting a #1 all over. As he stepped down from the chair, George glanced over at the waiting area and asked 'Who's next?'

I sat back in my chair waiting for the other guy to move, but to my complete astonishment it was the girl who stood up and slowly made her way towards the chair. I almost had to pinch myself to ensure that this wasn't a dream or some fantasy that I was playing out in my head. As I've said, I've had a 'thing' for haircuts ever since I could remember and my ultimate fantasy has always been to see a woman have her hair cut short in a barber's shop. This has been my fantasy for more than 20 years, but despite visiting the barbers every few weeks, it has never been remotely close to happening - until now that is.

My eyes bulged as I watched her tentatively take the chair, running her hands through her shoulder length hair. She seemed nervous - scared even, and the reason why was about to become obvious. George had her caped up in no time and had begun brushing out her hair when the guy stood up and moved over to the left hand side of the chair. As George looked up to acknowledge him, the guy stated in a firm clear voice "take it all off George - bald as a cue ball."

I almost fell out of my chair and still couldn't believe that this was really happening. For so long, I'd dreamed of something like this, though ultimately never believing that it would actually happen. My cock was stiff and I could feel it bulging against my boxer shorts. Stuff like this just didn't happen to guys like me.

Surprisingly there was no protest from the girl in the chair - though she did look terrified and on the verge of tears. It was clear that the guy was in control and it seemed as though she was being punished for something. Still, none of this mattered to Old George who looked as though he was about to enjoy this. The #1 guard was still attached to the clippers from the previous haircut, and he wasted no time in firing the clippers into life. I was sure I heard a small sob from the girl as George brought the clippers up and ran them over the top of her head. She had no defence against that brutal machine and her well groomed hair began to cascade around her and slide down the cape. My cock felt hugh and I could sense it pushing against my trousers - there was no doubt in my mind that I would come before this haircut was over, but I didn't care as I'd waited all my life to experience something as erotic as this. The clippers continued to buzz all of her hair off, as she sat there, and I could see she was beginning to cry. The guy was smiling, and was clearly enjoying the punishment he was inflicting on her. Most of her hair was now collected on the cape though some had fallen to the floor and over the tops of her white boots. The #1 buzz was almost complete but I knew that this haircut was nowhere near finished yet and I settled back to enjoy it. I was experiencing a weird mix of emotions - excited and horny - but also sympathy towards the girl.

George was wasting no time. Having completed the #1 buzz, he quickly removed the guard and once more ran the clippers over the girl's head. A bald white stripe appeared down the centre of her head and I could see her physically recoil in shock as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. George seemed to just want this over and done with in the shortest time possible and he worked quickly to remove her remaining hair, making pass after pass with the shortest setting on the clippers. Seeing a bald head emerge from her original brown hair was too much for me to take and I shuddered as I felt my cock let go, pumping out warm sticky juices for what seemed and extraordinary amount of time. I was embarrassed but ultimately wouldn't have passed up this opportunity for the world.

And still this haircut wasn't over. Her denuded head was now wrapped in a warm towel whilst George prepared some warm shaving gel in a small white bowl. Removing the towel , he quickly rubbed the gel into her head and began shaving. As the razor glided over her head, pale white skin appeared in its wake. The girl was still crying though as yet she hadn't uttered a single word . This was clearly distressing her, though she seemed powerless to prevent it happening. George continued shaving, revealing more of her smooth white scalp and moving from the top of her head to the left hand side, around the back and finally the right hand side. It seemed that George was a perfectionist because having shaved her once, he lathered her up again and repeated the process. Soft, slow methodical strokes removing any last traces of stubble and ensuring the complete smoothness of her head. He finished her off by rubbing her head with another warm towel and massaging some scented oil into her scalp - rubbing and rubbing her now smooth head for a good few minutes at least.

"Looks good George" stated the guy in the same firm voice, "think she might learn her lesson this time."

George only nodded, as he removed the cape from the girl and began brushing any loose strands of hair from around her neck and shoulders. She stepped gingerly from the chair, almost in a state of shock, staring at her new image in the mirror. Her bald head was striking - contrasting sharply with the thick brown makeup on her face and giving her a strange alien look. Her head positively gleamed - an almost unnatural brilliant white, which to me seemed strangely attractive. For a good five minutes she continued to stare at herself in the mirror, tentatively rubbing at her head, exploring every inch of her newly discovered baldness, only stopping when the guy grabbed her arm and snarled at her "time to go."

As the guy paid for the haircut, she began rubbing her head once more and suddenly she glanced over at me, as if seeking a reaction. I wondered if she was aware of what a turn on this had been for me and I could feel my face grow even redder. I gave her an embarrassed smile and a slight nod, which I hoped would signal that her haircut didn't look that bad on her. I could feel my cock begin to throb again as she moved towards me to collect her purse from the waiting area. As she bent down to collect her purse it was all I could do to stop myself from reaching out and stroking her baldness. She looked incredibly sexy - in a weird sort of way and I knew I'd be playing this scene out in my mind over and over again for many years to come.

As she left the shop with the guy - still rubbing her head, Old George looked over and said "Guess you're next Jack."

Hoping that some memory of the girl would still be there, I made my way towards the chair.

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