After getting up her nerve she finally walked through the door to the barbershop and took a seat along the paneled wall. Her heart was racing and her body ever so slightly trembling. Trying to look inconspicuous in her jeans and white t shirt with just the minimum of makeup, she had no idea that the barbers were so turned on by her presence.
Funny, there were five chairs and only one was occupied. The barber giving the kid a buzz cut kept looking over at her and then looked at the other barbers and nodded. It was late in the day so she just assumed that he was telling them that he would take care of her haircut and they could go home. She should have learned never to assume. The kid was finally done getting his haircut. He ran his hands over his head a few times and gave a sigh. You could tell that this was not his idea. He paid the barber, mumbled his thanks, looked at the girl and had the look of wanting to stay in his eyes to see what would happen next - he knew what his barber was like, he knew that he was no stylist and could be brutal with the electric clippers. Disappointedly he walked out the door. She did look lovely sitting there. Thick brown hair in a bob down past her shoulders. Wonderfully cared for. Why would one think that she was here? Well, it was so hot and she needed a change. She was to get more than a change. The barber who had just finished with the kid, brushed some of his fallen hair off the chair and picked up a striped white cape. "OK sweetheart, you here for a haircut? If so, lets go". She put down the old magazine and tried to walk to the chair with some sort of grace, showing that she had no fear. If only she hadn't lost her job and could afford to go to a salon for a new haircut. She had decided that if she was going to start anew that this could be the best change she could make. Plus she couldn't afford to spend more than fifteen dollars and was afraid to cut her hair at home. Even if it wasn't really "styled" it would have some sort of flair. She sat down in the chair and gripped the arms slightly. He picked up her hair and affixed a white tissue around her neck. He knew that this was not going to be a trim, girls went to the barbershop for a serious haircut when they had hair as long as this one. With a flourish, he put the cape around her and picked up a brush and began ripping it through her head. "Ouch - that hurts!" she cried out. "Sorry sweetheart, maybe you don't need it to be brushed. How short do you want it?" She blinked in disbelief. He knew! Offhandedly she said, "Short. I want it short." Silly girl. That was the type of request you made in a salon, not the barbershop! He nodded, and continued to look her over. The other barbers came closer to watch. They knew that a young girl in a barbershop could go one or two ways. "OK dollface, short it is. Um, how short do you want it? Normal short, rather short or stylish short? After we start there is NO going back." She thought for a moment, it wasn't easy with all the eyes looking at her. Unfortunately at that moment, she felt her nipples harden. It was such a turn on. She was still not fully comprehending what he wanted to do to her. Then she made another mistake. She pulled the cape closer to her body as if she had a chill. That sent off two messages - fear was one and the other was that they could see her nipples sticking out through the capes fabric now. Because she was still thinking, she didn't notice that they were waiting with bated breath. "I think that I'll get a mix of all three - short is really in and I do want to be stylish. Do you know what I mean?" she whispered. "You got it honey. Boy are you going to get it". That was enough to raise her fear to a new level. She pushed herself back against the chair, gripped the sides and held her head up straight. She saw from how he was with the boy before that he was not going to tell her more than once to stay in a certain position and she did not want to disappoint or anger him. As in trying to show no fear, she saturated the room with the beginning senses of dread. She looked straight ahead and muttered "do it, just do it". Her barber was enchanted with her. Thinking to herself that she was so brave and trying to please him. He stroked her hair back one last time with his free hand. She hadn't noticed the look in his eyes and new awareness of her. "You got a lot of time to spend here babe? We could do it either way?". What the hell did he mean either way? She was tense enough but just ballsy enough to turn her head to look at all of them and say "I don't care how you do it, just do it. Cut it. Get rid of it - now. I just don't care". Silly girl again! She thought that she had scared him. Wrong. Before she could have any more second thoughts the huge scissors were in his hand. "I'm glad you don't care and I've got lots of time. Boy are we going to have a time of it". With that he grabbed a large chunk of hair and put the scissors around it. "You know, these scissors are usually used for dressmaking. I picked them up at a flea market. The only problem is is that they are kind of dull and its going to take a while with them for me to get the bulk of this mess off." With that, he tugged and the scissors started to slowly sever her hair. The pain was horrible with the tug. Minutes passed as he kept pumping the scissors and looking at the other barbers. She finally felt the tension ease and let out a deep breath. "Didn't like that too much huh cutie? I don't blame you, I didn't like it either. Your hair is too damned thick for those. I want to make this last for you though.". He picked up a slightly less menacing pair of shears. "This will make it go a bit quicker and won't hurt you as much. Too bad that I did use those first though probably for you. No turning back now from this part". He snipped the scissors in the air with no doubt of his intent. Then he pushed them into the hair hanging down her back. She had no idea what he was doing but the snipping was continuous. Eventually she felt somewhat lighter her back. "Good, got the most of that out of the way. Now, while I have these out, let me see about the front." He stood in front of her and wet her bangs which came down past her chin. He combed through them one last time and then picked up the scissors. In no clean or certain way he chopped off her bangs to her eyebrows. "Now you can see!" Laughter abounded. "Are you going to leave it like that? I thought that you were going to give me a straight haircut and look at it!". "Darling, we've only just started, don't you worry about that. That was only so you could see. In a little bit you're going to remember when you had long bangs like this.". He looked over to the group watching and said "give me them". He was handed the biggest pair of electric clippers that she had ever seen. She knew about them from watching her friends get short haircuts but these were unbelievable. Then he was handed a smaller pair compared to the others. She knew that the smaller pair, the Osters were what barbers used to get really close - she had never seen them used with an attachment. Tears unfortunately came to her eyes and she tried to bat them away, but they noticed. "Ready honey?". There was no waiting for the reply. The large clippers turned on with a pop and a loud buzz. He came behind her and pushed her head down, harshly and without shame as to what he was going to do to her. He ran his hand through her hair one last time. She was not prepared for the torrents and sheaths of hair that fell down the cape. She tried to look up but her head was pushed down so forcefully and firmly she had no choice. She couldn't even think yet of what she was going to do. She went to try to pick up the lengths that kept coming, thinking in some way that she could fix what he was doing. Another barber grabbed her hands and told her to stay still. This gave her the chance to bring her head up and away from the clippers and begin to really cry - this wasn't what she wanted. The other barber tried to talk to her telling her that YES this is what you asked for - a short haircut, you didn't care how you got it. Her barber was getting impatient and pulled her by the top hair back and pushed her head down again but she began to rock her head back and forth, trying to avoid those clippers. The other barber then took her head in his hands and made her stay put while she was clipped to her barbers pleasure from behind. He then moved to her side - there was still so much hair there. Another barber moved to her other side and took her head from that position. The clippers again were used in any sort of manner to remove the hair from her head. It didn't seem to bother him that her hair was still about 4 inches long in some parts and shorter in others. The other side was done and those clippers turned off. "Whew! You really had a lot of hair that needed to be gone. Now, I can think of what style to give you and I know - a flat top". The men all nodded in agreement. "Um, isn't that just for men?" she stuttered through her tears. "Everythings for everyone now adays, don't you know that? Plus its in and it shows that you don't give a damn what people think and that you can do it. And I am really enjoying doing it for you. Now, hand me those other clippers and lets finish this cut.". The Oster's were turned on and he tipped her head back so he was eye to eye with her. She could not say a word to him and only blinked. The moment seemed to last forever. Finally she signed her compliance and again settled back against the chair and assumed the position. He was right - there was no turning back. He began with her sides, taking them down with the 000 blade of the clippers, making sure that every part of that side was gone. She moved when they went around her ear and let out a moan as they swooped around to the back. He pushed her head powerfully down again but this time with ease as he knew she would not fight him. She felt the clippers going up and down and up and down, digging into her head. She knew that he was taking it all and didn't care, it felt so good now. The other side of her head was then tipped to the side and he shaved her there. She could feel his hot breath as he came in close to her ear to go around it. Again, she moaned, but louder this time, giving him no choice as to believe what she was thinking and what she was going through. He looked at her nipples again which were still hard. Taking the clippers around her ear again, and making sure not one hair remained he whispered "I'd really like to fuck you after this is done". She heard, and she knew that she was going to submit to him. She knew that she couldn't whisper back to him without everyone knowing and that drove her wild. Then her sides were done. "Only a few more things left to do now girl and you'll be all set". He pushed her head back against the chair and picked up another set and put a guard on them this time. "How long - 2, 3 or 4?". "Three - right in between". "Good. Now we're on the same wavelength." The flat top was started The remainder of her bangs was (surprise!) cut uniformly and hung in an ever so feminine fringe at the top of her forehead. He ran the clippers back through what was left on top, leaving it consistent in length with what he wanted. Finally the clippers were turned off. He took out a brush and whisked away the hair off that was cut from her head and took a warm towel to wash her face where the tears had come before. "Just a bit with the straight razor to clean up this line and we're all done". The warm shaving cream was applied and he sharpened the razor. Quickly, her shaving was done and her flat top was complete. It was spectacular. Her eyes glowed and she was even more exquisite. She could only look at him. The other barbers got the message and said their good nights and left and locked the door. He looked down at her. "Now, for the rest". He closed the blinds and turned the chair around to face him. She still sat there with the cape wrapped around her neck, hair everywhere. She had never been more turned on or needing in her life. She kicked off her sandals and reached under the cape to undo her jeans. He saw. He reached for her jeans and pulled them off. Then he raised the cape and saw she still wore her panties. Looking at her he again reached for the scissors and cut them off of her. She was so wet she wanted him so badly. But not yet. "Now, for the rest". Her pussy had to be shaved to his specifications. Again came out the clippers. She spread her legs wide and let him take her hair from her again. When he was done with the clippers again came out the shaving cream and straight razor. Her pussy was as bald as the parts of her head where he had so ruthlessly began to shave her before she had given in to him. As she sat there, legs up, the cape thrown off now waiting for him she could only think of him entering her and then maybe having him finish cutting off her hair. And then have him cut it again and again and again.... He entered her with a groan and thrust that made her take in her breath. He looked at her and smiled and finally whispered "I'm so glad that you came back to me". THE END
Funny, there were five chairs and only one was occupied. The barber giving the kid a buzz cut kept looking over at her and then looked at the other barbers and nodded. It was late in the day so she just assumed that he was telling them that he would take care of her haircut and they could go home. She should have learned never to assume. The kid was finally done getting his haircut. He ran his hands over his head a few times and gave a sigh. You could tell that this was not his idea. He paid the barber, mumbled his thanks, looked at the girl and had the look of wanting to stay in his eyes to see what would happen next - he knew what his barber was like, he knew that he was no stylist and could be brutal with the electric clippers. Disappointedly he walked out the door. She did look lovely sitting there. Thick brown hair in a bob down past her shoulders. Wonderfully cared for. Why would one think that she was here? Well, it was so hot and she needed a change. She was to get more than a change. The barber who had just finished with the kid, brushed some of his fallen hair off the chair and picked up a striped white cape. "OK sweetheart, you here for a haircut? If so, lets go". She put down the old magazine and tried to walk to the chair with some sort of grace, showing that she had no fear. If only she hadn't lost her job and could afford to go to a salon for a new haircut. She had decided that if she was going to start anew that this could be the best change she could make. Plus she couldn't afford to spend more than fifteen dollars and was afraid to cut her hair at home. Even if it wasn't really "styled" it would have some sort of flair. She sat down in the chair and gripped the arms slightly. He picked up her hair and affixed a white tissue around her neck. He knew that this was not going to be a trim, girls went to the barbershop for a serious haircut when they had hair as long as this one. With a flourish, he put the cape around her and picked up a brush and began ripping it through her head. "Ouch - that hurts!" she cried out. "Sorry sweetheart, maybe you don't need it to be brushed. How short do you want it?" She blinked in disbelief. He knew! Offhandedly she said, "Short. I want it short." Silly girl. That was the type of request you made in a salon, not the barbershop! He nodded, and continued to look her over. The other barbers came closer to watch. They knew that a young girl in a barbershop could go one or two ways. "OK dollface, short it is. Um, how short do you want it? Normal short, rather short or stylish short? After we start there is NO going back." She thought for a moment, it wasn't easy with all the eyes looking at her. Unfortunately at that moment, she felt her nipples harden. It was such a turn on. She was still not fully comprehending what he wanted to do to her. Then she made another mistake. She pulled the cape closer to her body as if she had a chill. That sent off two messages - fear was one and the other was that they could see her nipples sticking out through the capes fabric now. Because she was still thinking, she didn't notice that they were waiting with bated breath. "I think that I'll get a mix of all three - short is really in and I do want to be stylish. Do you know what I mean?" she whispered. "You got it honey. Boy are you going to get it". That was enough to raise her fear to a new level. She pushed herself back against the chair, gripped the sides and held her head up straight. She saw from how he was with the boy before that he was not going to tell her more than once to stay in a certain position and she did not want to disappoint or anger him. As in trying to show no fear, she saturated the room with the beginning senses of dread. She looked straight ahead and muttered "do it, just do it". Her barber was enchanted with her. Thinking to herself that she was so brave and trying to please him. He stroked her hair back one last time with his free hand. She hadn't noticed the look in his eyes and new awareness of her. "You got a lot of time to spend here babe? We could do it either way?". What the hell did he mean either way? She was tense enough but just ballsy enough to turn her head to look at all of them and say "I don't care how you do it, just do it. Cut it. Get rid of it - now. I just don't care". Silly girl again! She thought that she had scared him. Wrong. Before she could have any more second thoughts the huge scissors were in his hand. "I'm glad you don't care and I've got lots of time. Boy are we going to have a time of it". With that he grabbed a large chunk of hair and put the scissors around it. "You know, these scissors are usually used for dressmaking. I picked them up at a flea market. The only problem is is that they are kind of dull and its going to take a while with them for me to get the bulk of this mess off." With that, he tugged and the scissors started to slowly sever her hair. The pain was horrible with the tug. Minutes passed as he kept pumping the scissors and looking at the other barbers. She finally felt the tension ease and let out a deep breath. "Didn't like that too much huh cutie? I don't blame you, I didn't like it either. Your hair is too damned thick for those. I want to make this last for you though.". He picked up a slightly less menacing pair of shears. "This will make it go a bit quicker and won't hurt you as much. Too bad that I did use those first though probably for you. No turning back now from this part". He snipped the scissors in the air with no doubt of his intent. Then he pushed them into the hair hanging down her back. She had no idea what he was doing but the snipping was continuous. Eventually she felt somewhat lighter her back. "Good, got the most of that out of the way. Now, while I have these out, let me see about the front." He stood in front of her and wet her bangs which came down past her chin. He combed through them one last time and then picked up the scissors. In no clean or certain way he chopped off her bangs to her eyebrows. "Now you can see!" Laughter abounded. "Are you going to leave it like that? I thought that you were going to give me a straight haircut and look at it!". "Darling, we've only just started, don't you worry about that. That was only so you could see. In a little bit you're going to remember when you had long bangs like this.". He looked over to the group watching and said "give me them". He was handed the biggest pair of electric clippers that she had ever seen. She knew about them from watching her friends get short haircuts but these were unbelievable. Then he was handed a smaller pair compared to the others. She knew that the smaller pair, the Osters were what barbers used to get really close - she had never seen them used with an attachment. Tears unfortunately came to her eyes and she tried to bat them away, but they noticed. "Ready honey?". There was no waiting for the reply. The large clippers turned on with a pop and a loud buzz. He came behind her and pushed her head down, harshly and without shame as to what he was going to do to her. He ran his hand through her hair one last time. She was not prepared for the torrents and sheaths of hair that fell down the cape. She tried to look up but her head was pushed down so forcefully and firmly she had no choice. She couldn't even think yet of what she was going to do. She went to try to pick up the lengths that kept coming, thinking in some way that she could fix what he was doing. Another barber grabbed her hands and told her to stay still. This gave her the chance to bring her head up and away from the clippers and begin to really cry - this wasn't what she wanted. The other barber tried to talk to her telling her that YES this is what you asked for - a short haircut, you didn't care how you got it. Her barber was getting impatient and pulled her by the top hair back and pushed her head down again but she began to rock her head back and forth, trying to avoid those clippers. The other barber then took her head in his hands and made her stay put while she was clipped to her barbers pleasure from behind. He then moved to her side - there was still so much hair there. Another barber moved to her other side and took her head from that position. The clippers again were used in any sort of manner to remove the hair from her head. It didn't seem to bother him that her hair was still about 4 inches long in some parts and shorter in others. The other side was done and those clippers turned off. "Whew! You really had a lot of hair that needed to be gone. Now, I can think of what style to give you and I know - a flat top". The men all nodded in agreement. "Um, isn't that just for men?" she stuttered through her tears. "Everythings for everyone now adays, don't you know that? Plus its in and it shows that you don't give a damn what people think and that you can do it. And I am really enjoying doing it for you. Now, hand me those other clippers and lets finish this cut.". The Oster's were turned on and he tipped her head back so he was eye to eye with her. She could not say a word to him and only blinked. The moment seemed to last forever. Finally she signed her compliance and again settled back against the chair and assumed the position. He was right - there was no turning back. He began with her sides, taking them down with the 000 blade of the clippers, making sure that every part of that side was gone. She moved when they went around her ear and let out a moan as they swooped around to the back. He pushed her head powerfully down again but this time with ease as he knew she would not fight him. She felt the clippers going up and down and up and down, digging into her head. She knew that he was taking it all and didn't care, it felt so good now. The other side of her head was then tipped to the side and he shaved her there. She could feel his hot breath as he came in close to her ear to go around it. Again, she moaned, but louder this time, giving him no choice as to believe what she was thinking and what she was going through. He looked at her nipples again which were still hard. Taking the clippers around her ear again, and making sure not one hair remained he whispered "I'd really like to fuck you after this is done". She heard, and she knew that she was going to submit to him. She knew that she couldn't whisper back to him without everyone knowing and that drove her wild. Then her sides were done. "Only a few more things left to do now girl and you'll be all set". He pushed her head back against the chair and picked up another set and put a guard on them this time. "How long - 2, 3 or 4?". "Three - right in between". "Good. Now we're on the same wavelength." The flat top was started The remainder of her bangs was (surprise!) cut uniformly and hung in an ever so feminine fringe at the top of her forehead. He ran the clippers back through what was left on top, leaving it consistent in length with what he wanted. Finally the clippers were turned off. He took out a brush and whisked away the hair off that was cut from her head and took a warm towel to wash her face where the tears had come before. "Just a bit with the straight razor to clean up this line and we're all done". The warm shaving cream was applied and he sharpened the razor. Quickly, her shaving was done and her flat top was complete. It was spectacular. Her eyes glowed and she was even more exquisite. She could only look at him. The other barbers got the message and said their good nights and left and locked the door. He looked down at her. "Now, for the rest". He closed the blinds and turned the chair around to face him. She still sat there with the cape wrapped around her neck, hair everywhere. She had never been more turned on or needing in her life. She kicked off her sandals and reached under the cape to undo her jeans. He saw. He reached for her jeans and pulled them off. Then he raised the cape and saw she still wore her panties. Looking at her he again reached for the scissors and cut them off of her. She was so wet she wanted him so badly. But not yet. "Now, for the rest". Her pussy had to be shaved to his specifications. Again came out the clippers. She spread her legs wide and let him take her hair from her again. When he was done with the clippers again came out the shaving cream and straight razor. Her pussy was as bald as the parts of her head where he had so ruthlessly began to shave her before she had given in to him. As she sat there, legs up, the cape thrown off now waiting for him she could only think of him entering her and then maybe having him finish cutting off her hair. And then have him cut it again and again and again.... He entered her with a groan and thrust that made her take in her breath. He looked at her and smiled and finally whispered "I'm so glad that you came back to me". THE END
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