"My little girl has such beautiful hair... Such lovely golden curls..."
That's what her daddy had always said, about her hair. She was a young girl, no older than ten years old. The apple of her father's eye. Although she was beautiful in her frilly little dresses and silky stockings, her long golden ringlets that fell past her bottom were her father's favorite feature.
Her mother enjoyed dressing her daughter like a little doll... the two having one of the most darling children in their neighborhood. They seemed like the perfect little family... till the day the girl's parents had a fight. She didn't know why they were fighting, as she sat huddled on the couch, peeking over it and into the kitchen. All she could understand was her daddy had been spending too much time with his secretary from work.
Before she knew it, her daddy had been kicked out of the house... Her mother was throwing his clothes out the window in their room, spouting curses and screaming every now and then. The young girl stood in the doorway, staring at her mother.
The angry woman paused, as she spotted her little girl. Her eyes lingered on those golden curls. Without a word, she grasped her daughter's hand, and pulled her on down the stairs and out to the car.
"... Mommy... where are we going?" the little girl asked quietly as she was put in the backseat. Her mother's brows were furrowed, hands still shaking with upset from her husband's affair. "We're going on an errand, Julia" she informed, voice disturbingly flat. She then got into the car, and slammed the door... then turned on the engine, and they were off.
Juila felt tense... not sure she liked what this errand would be. She was confused, and worried, and it showed on her young face. They drove from the suburbs down into the city. Her mother parked the car, and took Julia by the hand as they walked out onto the sidewalk, and went down a block. Julia looked about the streets, seeing many small shops. Her mother dragged her along, and without a word pushed open the door of a little shop with a red and white pole twirling outside of it. A small bell rang as the door opened.
Julia's chest tightened, as she spotted a few big red leather chairs, a few mirrors, and her senses were assaulted with the scent of a ... barbershop. A little quiver ran down her spine. Her mommy took her to salons to have her hair trimmed... why would she take her here? ...
Keeping a firm grip on Julia's hand, her mother looked to the barber on duty. The barber, a fellow in perhaps his early 30's, glanced up from where he sat, a newspaper in hand, and he quirked a brow. "Hello miss... what can I do for you?" he asked as he walked over.
"... My daughter needs a haircut" she informed. The barber glanced to the quivering little girl. "... I don't really do long hair ma'am. I can trim her hair if that's what you want" he informed. "I think you'll be able to give her the cut I want" her mother informed. Juila felt a cold shock flow down her spine.
The barber looked perplexed, but he said nothing more as he walked to one of the big barber chairs. He put a small booster seat into it, since the girl was so small.
Julia was unsure what to think, as her mother plopped her down into the chair. She looked up to her, eyes wide and worried. "Mommy..." she began. Her mother's finger pressed to her lips to silence her.
An unfamiliar neck strip was wrapped about her little neck, followed by a large black cape which he threw about her little body. Pulling her hair out of the way, he snapped it tight about her small neck. Julia bit her lip, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her long ringlets contrasted greatly with the black cape... which covered all of her except her head. She felt very vulnerable, and it made her stomach tighten and flutter with butterflies.
"So what cut are you wanting me to give her, Miss?" the barber asked her mother. Julia looked up to her mother, beyond worried as she waited in anticipation of what her mother had in mind.
"Give her a buzzcut... one inch all over" her mother informed flatly. A buzzcut...? ... Julia's chest tightened. She didn't like the sound of that.
The barber quirked a brow. "That's awful short for a young girl..." he murmured. The mother glared at him. "She's being punished. And..." she looked to Julia sternly. "If she gives you any fuss, we'll go shorter" she informed. Julia stared at her mother. What!? Punishment!? ... she'd done something wrong?
Her young eyes watered with tears. "Mommy....? W-Whatever I did, I'm sorry! P-please don't make him cut my hair!" she pleaded. Her mother's face was merciless, unmoved by her daughter's pleas. Her daughter would never understand, why it was she was getting rid of her curls... those mocking curls.
The barber was silent, knowing better than to fight with an angry mother. Without a word, he went to his workstation, and picked up a pair of clippers. He adjusted the guard, and oiled them up. The barber glanced over his shoulder to the little girl. As mean as it was to cut off all those pretty locks... an opportunity like this didn't come very often.
Julia was sniffling... eyes watering as she looked to the barber with impending doom in her eyes. "Please..." she whimpered once more. "Julia you'll be quiet" her mother snapped. Julia sniffed, but buttoned her lip. She saw the barber come back with the clippers in hand. He flipped them on with a loud pop followed by a low humming sound. Her eyes watered more, making her vision blurry.
Though she could easily make out the clippers being lifted, humming softly as he brought them to her forehead. Her breathing had become uneven, as little sad tremors wracked her body. Then despite it all, she pulled away, whimpering. The barber smirked faintly, and with his other hand, he grasped her chin, holding her head in place. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as the buzzing clippers were lifted to her forehead again... the longest moment of her life... as he held them there, ready to push them back into her gorgeous mane.
In what could only be described as slow motion, the little girl's eyes widened as the barber slowly began to push the clippers back. Their pitched changed, as they slowly entered her hair. She couldn't breath, as the clippers slowly pushed along the center of her head.
A long golden lock slithered into her lap. Another few followed. The clippers soon reached her crown, and he lifted them up, revealing a long strip of short blond hairs amongst the flawless curls. She sobbed quietly as she saw the strip. There was no turning back now... no way to save her hair.
He pressed the clippers to the right of the first strip, and slowly pushed them back into her hair. They were sharp... cutting through her thick golden mane like a hot knife through butter. More long curls flowed down along the cape, to pool in her lap. She shook, hands clutching the arm rests of the chair. Surely this was all a nightmare...
Her mother sat off to the side, watching as the top of her daughter's head was slowly buzzed down to about an inch in length... Finished buzzing the top, he tipped her head to the right, and soon the buzzing clippers were pressed right in front of her ear, buzzing rather loudly. Julia sniffed, watching in the mirror as he pushed the clippers up, and the lovely lock in front of her ear fell free, plopping into her lap lifelessly.
The clippers roared about her ear, buzzing away more golden locks... leaving her little ear free and bared to the world. His hand had since grabbed hold of the locks on the other side of her head, tugging as he held her head in that tilted position. She continued to cry, watching in the mirror as the clippers were pushed up the side of her head, meeting the buzzed hair at the top.
When he was finished with that side, he forced her head in the other direction, moving the buzzing clippers about her ear... ridding her of more of her golden curls. The initial shock of her drastic haircut had slowly passed... and Julia quietly sniffed as he continued to buzz her hair off, lock by lock. Her eyes slowly closed, as the rhythmic buzzing filled her senses. The nuzzle of the clippers into her head, as each lock was clipped off.
Before she knew it, the barber was pushing her head down into her chest. She looked down at the huge pile of curls in her lap, and her eyes watered once more. It would be a long time before her hair was that long again.
Having parted the last remnants of her hair in the back, the barber rested the buzzing clippers on the back of her neck, and slowly began to push them up her nape.
Julia's little eyes widened... startled as the sensation as the clippers passed her hairline and buzzed up the back of her small nape. She squirmed a little in her seat, throat tightening. The barber's warm hand sat atop her head, holding her head in place in a domineering fashion.
Golden locks fell down about the chair... and the barber stepped upon them with little consolation. More fell, as the clippers rose higher and higher, till they met the short buzzed hairs at the top of her head. A warm blush had come to the little girl's face, as he began a second pass up her nape. She bit her lip, eyes closing. The clippers... they felt... good? ... why? ...
Glancing to the little girl's face in the mirror, the barber smirked a knowing smile. He worked slowly up the back of her head, along the length of her little nape. One more strip of beautiful curls. They soon fell to the floor with the rest... and the girl was left with a one inch buzz cut all over. He then manipulated her head in various directions, nuzzling the buzzing clippers into her scalp, trimming any spots that were uneven. Including another few long slow passes up the back of her nape... illiciting little shivers from the young girl.
Turning the clippers off, he looked to the mother, to see if she was happy with his handiwork. She rose from her seat, and approached. She then tipped up her daughter's chin, and looked her in the eyes. ".. Are you sorry for misbehaving?" she spoke... even though no bad deed had been done.
Julia was quiet a moment, as she looked up at her mother's stern eyes. What in the world had come over her... as she pondered how to answer that question. Her little stomach fluttered as she clutched the armrests once more. "No" she replied, with a hint of challenge in her voice. Her mother's eyes widened, surprised the girl dared to back talk her... Grimacing, she looked to the barber. "Shave her. I want her bald" she snapped, and released her daughter's chin.
Julia felt little butterflies in her tummy, as she heard her mother's forceful words. She glanced up toward the barber. The fellow caught the child's gaze, and he couldn't hide the hint of a smile that came to his face.
"Alright ma'am... a headshave, coming up!" he informed. Julia licked her lips, watching as the barber removed the guard from the clippers. He flipped them on... and brought them to her forehead.
She watched in the mirror, eyes wide with curiosity this time. She brought this upon herself... she... wanted this... wanted to feel more of those clippers, buzzing away her hair. A warmth spread over her as the clippers were pulled back over her head. Small 1 inch blond hairs fluttered all over. And amongst the short blond hairs was now a long strip of pale skin. A small smile tweaked Julia's lips. Such a change from her crying earlier.
Her little thighs clenched under the cape, as the barber buzzed the clippers over her head, removing what was left of her hair. He took his time, cupping her chin as he tipped her head whichever direction he needed. "This is a special blade... it shaves the hair to the skin" he informed, surprisingly talking more to the little girl that to her mother. Julia quivered at his words, eyes hazy as she watched him buzz her little head in the mirror. It was such a sight, her small perfectly round head, poking out from the black cape... and littered in her once crowning glory of beautiful curls.
Soon enough, he pushed her chin down into her chest. She closed her eyes, waiting impatiently to feel the guardless clippers nuzzle into her nape. She felt him rest the buzzing blade against the center of her neck. He then slowly pushed them up, up up... into her short hair. She gasped, brows furrowing. Julia had fallen in love with the feeling... it was amazing... like nothing she'd felt before.
Cradling her head, the barber nuzzled the clipper's into Julia's scalp, buzzing her as close as possible... no hair left unclipped. The low buzzing of the clippers was the only sound in the small shop... along with the uneven breathing of the little girl. Her mother figured it was another bout of crying from the child... little did she know the feelings those clippers were bringing the little girl.
When the last of her blond hair was buzzed to the skin, he turned off the clippers... and rubbed his hand over her head. "Almost done, little miss" he mused, before heading over to prepare some shaving foam and a straight razor.
Julia fidgeted in the chair... loins tingling from all that had been going on. She'd never understand it... so instead she would just enjoy it. She glanced at her reflection, and bit her lip. At least her head wasn't misshapen... and her ears didn't stick out.
The barber placed a hot towel on her small head. To soften the hairs, he said. Though soon enough he was taking it off, and applying some warm shaving cream with a small brush. Julia closed her eyes, silent as he covered her head in the white foam. She then heard the scraping of a straight razor on a leather belt. Her eyes fluttered open, watching in the mirror as the barber brought the razor to her forehead.
Her chest tightened and her stomach twisted, a little frightened of the sharp razor... but as he began the gentle shaving motion along the top of her head, she let out a small moan. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head... the scraping feeling so relaxing.
The barber went slowly, not wanting to knick the girl. He shaved about each ear carefully. Soon her chin was pressed into her chest once more. His hands felt so foreign upon her bald head. The razor was placed at the bottom of her neck and pulled up, along her nape, following the curve of her skull. Another moan escaped her, shivering as he shaved off the short hairs at the back of her head, and on over the occipital bone.
Just when she thought he was done, much to her disappointment, he got the cream and brush, and was once more covering her head in shaving cream. "This shall get you extra smooth" he murmured. The little girl smiled to herself, and closed her eyes, as more shaving ensued... Slow, firm strokes of the sharp razor along her naked scalp... shaving her to perfection.
When the last bit of cream had been shaved away, he wiped her head down with a warm towel... then applied some talc to her head, and a little lotion. She blushed as his hands moved across her head, caressing her in such an intimate place that had never been touched before by human hands.
He then whisked the cape from her, golden locks falling to the floor. Slowly the little girl got up, her legs shaky. The place between her thighs was soaked. Her mother walked over, and looked down at her, hands on her hips. "Hope you're happy" she mumbled. "Go sit in the waiting area while I pay the barber" she added.
Julia nodded... and she took a seat... frilly dress puffing out about her. She watched as her mother got out her wallet from her purse and counted out some bills.
It was then she realized, she'd not yet felt her head. Hesitantly she lifted a hand... and brought it to her temple... Her eyes widened, smoothing her palm along her smooth silky head. A shiver passed over her, as her other hand rose... caressing her naked head tenderly. She flushed... amazed that having all her hair cut off could feel so good.
Her mother was done, and she went to take the girl by the hand. Glancing over her shoulder, Julia watched as the barber began to sweep up her hair. The grown man caught her eye, and gave her a wink. She blushed.... and smiled as her mother lead her from the barbershop.
When her father found out what had been done to his daughter's hair, he was of course beyond angry. And knew his wife had done it merely to spite him. But it was selfish... hurting their daughter like that to get at him. Little did her mother know the can of worms she'd opened by committing such an act...
It had been many years ago, when a young girl by the name of Julia had been taken to a barbershop by her angry mother. Her long golden curls had been sheared off and her head had been shaved bald. Such a harsh act, and the little girl hadn't even done anything to deserve it. Her father had adored her hair, and her mother had done it out of spite for him. Thanks to such mistreatment of their child, the two eventually went through a divorce, and her father earned full custody of her. She never heard from her mother again, and the woman became a foggy memory of her childhood years.
Distraught, Julia's father had bought her a wig to wear as her hair grew out. A year after the incident, her hair was long enough to dust her shoulders. And Julia was thankful since wearing the wig had been annoying. Her father easy fell back into the general up keep of her lovely hair. At first, the little girl had enjoyed his attentions. But as the years went on, she found herself becoming plagued with memories of that day. The feel of a strong hand on her head. A cape imprisoning her in the chair. Cold metal nibbling at her nape. And her long blond curls snaking into her lap. She'd never felt those odd tingles again since that day, unless she thought about it long and hard. But it was no where near as potent at living the moment.
As the little girl grew, she'd find herself tempted at times, to take a pair of scissors to her head. Yet whenever she was about to make a cut, she'd recall how much her father loved brushing and tending to her hair. And how upset he'd been when she'd been taken home with a bald head. She couldn't get rid of her hair. Her father loved it too much.
Childhood became a thing of the past. Julia worked through the phases of her teen year too. She did her best to ignore those memories from long ago, but some nights they were quite impossible to forget completely.
During one outing with her friends, they ended up strolling some of the small boutiques of their downtown. Her mind had been on clothes, shoes, make up and gossip. That was, until she saw the hypnotic swirling of the white and red pole. The same one she'd seen as a child. Her friends were unaffected as they approached and soon walked past the barbershop. But Julia's gait had to slow. She stopped by the window, and had to stare in. The inside looked exactly as she remembered it. There was one barber working on a young man in his chair. He in fact had a pair of clippers in hand and was busy buzzing off the shaggy hair into a high and tight for his client. Julia's chest tightened, her breath hitched, and her loins buzzed as hair tumbled down from the client's head and to the floor. She remembered the feeling so vividly. And as she saw the barber's profile, she realized it was the same man. The one who had shaved her bald.
"Julia?" one of her friends called. The teen jolted from her stupor and turned her head toward her friends who were staring at her oddly.
"Sorry!" Julia apologized as she hurried from the window. Her long blond hair, which had grown down to her hips, wafted behind her. That was a time long ago. She was almost an adult. Surely these odd feelings would go away eventually.
With her knowledge of where the shop was located, it proved both a blessing and a curse. Julia learned to drive that summer, and often times she found herself driving down that street to get a glimpse into the shop. Or she'd grab a cup of coffee from the nearby Starbucks, then sit down at one of the little tables next to the shop, so she could get a prime view of what was going on. Some days it was mere trims and tidy ups. But on the occasion, she was rewarded with some real action. Young boys taken in by their moms to remove their winter mops or young guys who had been putting off their haircuts would drop in and have themselves sheared down like sheep. Julia would squirm in her seat, as those delicious tingles would buzz between her legs. What she would give, to slide into that chair and demand to have herself shorn too. The long curls she had were terrible in the heat.
One of her many days out was even more exciting than the others. Once she'd gotten her coffee, she found herself surprised when she saw a Help Wanted sign in the window of the shop. Not for another barber, but for someone to handle cleaning up around the shop. Sweeping the floor, taking out the trash, doing the laundry for the towels that were used, and keeping the place tidy. Perfect for high schoolers, the sign said at the bottom. Well, she was a high schooler. And her father had been mentioning it'd be good for her to work a summer job.
Before she had more time to talk herself out of it, Julia was quickly getting to her feet. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, as she pushed open the door. The bell rung above her head, and the barber, who was currently finishing up and elderly man in his chair, glanced over. The barber seemed to pause in his motions, as he eyed the young woman up and down.
Julia swallowed thickly, then cleared her throat. Before she could say anything, the barber spoke. "Have a seat, shouldn't be more than five minutes," he informed. Julia deftly nodded, and sunk down on a bench in the waiting area. She watched him dust down his client with a little brush before he whisked the cape away. The elderly gentleman paid, and left. The barber finished his business at the cash register, before his eyes went back to Julia. She sat up straight as a chill ran down her spine.
Had this barber, this man, always been so attractive? Sure, he was probably in his early thirties, but he had a lovely pair of brown eyes and black hair that was kept neat, and short. Perhaps she'd been too young to remember so much about his face. The barber went to the chair he'd just been using for his previous client, and he spun it around to face Julia.
"Care to have a seat," he offered. Julia stared at the open chair, before she silently rose up. Butterflies fluttered within her stomach. Her shoes clacked quiet on the tile of the barbershop, before she slowly sat down on the warm, red leather chair.
"So, what brings a pretty young woman like yourself into my shop?" the barber asked. Julia looked up at him, as he eyed her.
"I... Um..." she stammered. I want you to buzz off all my hair, to the skin, then shave my head till it's silky smooth, just like how I remember it feeling. He'd think she was crazy! No way she could blurt those words out. Besides, she was here for a job! ... Yes, a job. "The sign... In the window," she began.
"Oh, the Help Wanted sign?" he asked. Julia nodded. The barber's gaze seemed to soften, as he folded his arms over his chest. "I'm surprised you'd want to work here. Shouldn't you be helping to stock shoes? ... Or at least working in a lady's salon?" he asked. Julia shook her head. "This place is pretty close to my house. It seems like a good fit to me," she insisted. No, not really. It was quite a drive. And considering just the smell of the shop had her legs quivering, it probably was not a good fit.
"Hm," the barber eyed her again, and looked her up and down. With that, he extended his hand for her to shake. "My name is Andrew Barnes," he introduced himself. Julia looked to his hand, then slowly lifted one of her own. She shook his hand, as a shy smile finally worked over her lips.
"Julia Wells," she responded politely. Their hands separated. Her palm felt warm from his grip. She quickly slid it back into her lap to join her first. Andrew spared her a smile, then motioned around the shop.
"If you want the job, I ask you be here every day, starting at 9 a.m. You'll be in charge of keeping my floors clean and swept. The waiting area should be tidy, with no magazines out of place. The towels I use need to be laundered on a daily basis, if not multiple times a day. My tools also sometimes need cleaning," he listed off her responsibilities. "Think you can handle all that? I close up shop at five."
"Yes, it should be no trouble!" Julia insisted. Andrew smiled at her surprising enthusiasm. "Well, consider yourself hired," he chuckled. He left her in the chair, as he went to the register and began pawing through a few binders he kept beneath the desk. There was some necessary paper work involved, after all.
Julia felt a spark of excitement hit her. She'd get to work here. She'd be paid for being here and for feeding her little obsession of watching men get their heads sheared incredibly short, all while imagining it was herself. She rose up and joined Andrew at the front desk. He handed her the papers.
"I look forward to working with you Julia," he began. "I guess I should have figured you were enquiring about the Wanted sign. Hair like yours is only taken care of in the trendiest salons, I bet," he mused. Julia took the papers in hand, then glanced back up to the barber. She brushed a lock out of her face and behind one of her small ears.
"Right..." she agreed, as she tried to laugh it off. Oh, how weird he'd think she was, if she had told him how she really felt about her hair and about his shop. He gave her a smile.
"Bring those back tomorrow, and we can put you to work," he informed. "Yessir!" Julia informed. With that, she hurried out. She hugged the papers to her chest, as she spared a glance over her shoulder at the shop.
She never thought she'd be so excited about working a job during the summer. Julia found herself thoroughly enjoying her work. Andrew was pleasant with her, funny and playful even. He was a great guy, and a joy to work with and be around. Her father told her she was lucky to have such a nice boss for her first job. She drove to the shop each morning, and would tend to sweeping up cut hair, tidying the shop, and helping to clean up at closing. All the while, she was able to steal glances of Andrew at work. Once she got home each evening, she'd have to excuse herself upstairs, for she'd typically be dripping down her thighs from the pleasant buzzing that would form in her loins at the sheer hair overload. And at night, she'd fantasize about sitting herself down in Andrew's chair, and requesting he clip off each curl one by one before shaving her bald.
The summer went on, and only seemed to get hotter as the months went by. One early July day, the air conditioner at the shop decided to die. It left the barber and his assistant to deal with the heat. Andrew seemed to take it well, but Julia had to put her long hair up to get it off her neck. The long curls constantly fell out of the clip and drove her crazy when they'd stick to her damp neck.
"When did the repair guy say he was coming?" Julia groaned as she tried to ignore the heat as she swept. Andrew, who was in the midst of his lunch break, watched the overheated young woman with a bemused smile. "Not till this Friday, I'm afraid," he admitted. Julia groaned again, as she finished depositing the newest clippings from Andrew's last client into a bin at the back of the shop.
"Bet it's times like this you wish you had your hair a bit shorter, huh?" Andrew chuckled. Julia sighed as she sunk down into the barber chair next to Andrew's. "You have no idea," she sighed without thinking. Andrew's eyes flared at her statement, and Julia's stomach tightened. "Too bad I'd look awful with short hair," she laughed off her prior statement as best she could. Andrew didn't laugh, though he smiled a bit.
"You have the features to pull off just about any hairstyle. I'm a barber, I'd know, right?" he mused. Julia's face warmed. It was about the closest thing he could get to a compliment regarding her appearance that an employer could, after all. "Thanks," she managed.
Julia pushed through the rest of the week. She took showers every night she came home to deal with the sweat and heat of the day working at Andrew's shop. Friday came after what felt like forever. Though, much to her chagrin, the repair man couldn't make it to their shop that day. He'd have to come sometime the next week. Needless to say, Julia was exasperated. At the end of the day, after the last customer had done, she sunk into one of the barber chairs without sinking and let out a tired sigh.
"I don't think I can stand another day like this. It's too hot!" she sighed. Andrew flipped the sign at the front of his shop from open to closed, then glanced over at the young attractive woman sitting in his chair. He silently pulled the blinds and locked the door before he approached the counter where he kept all his tools.
"It has been sweltering," Andrew agreed. He picked up his clippers, and popped off one of the attachments so he could clean the blade. Julia's eyes widened as he worked. Her whole body seemed to tighten, as he blew left over clippings from the blade, then turned it on and off a few times. The familiar buzz echoed through her ears, much closer now thanks to her sitting in the chair. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when he put them back on their hook. He was just cleaning them, after all.
Before she realized it, a cape was being thrown over her. She stared as the dark black nylon spilled over her body. "W-what...?" she began. Andrew handed her a wash cloth. "It's easier to clean the cape when it's spread," he informed as he handed her a cleaning rag. Julia took it, with surprise in her eyes. She'd not exactly cleaned a cape this way, but she didn't refuse. As she began to work, Andrew silently tore a neckstrip from the dispenser and he wrapped it around her slender neck, which was exposed thanks to her hair being pinned up. Julia stilled as he then fastened the cape around her neck. Just what was Andrew doing?
"You've been doing a great job here, Julia. A real help to me," he informed. His voice was low, as he was in fact speaking right into one of her ears. "You've matured into quite a sweet young woman," he added, quietly. Julia's eyes shot open wide, and she dropped the rag she'd been holding onto to clean the cape. Did Andrew actually remember her?
Andrew reached up and unpinned Julia's hair. The long golden curls spilled down her back, the tips even going past the seat of the chair. Julia stared at her reflection in the mirror. Andrew was spreading out her curls, as he let them flow over her shoulders. They contrasted so nicely with the black cape. "I never did understand why a mother would sentence her little girl to be sheared and shaved like yours did to you. But if I didn't know any better, I think you ended up enjoying having your hair severed from your head," Andrew murmured softly in her ear. Julia's wide eyes softened and about rolled into the back of her head a little quiver ran through her body. She sunk her pearly teeth into her plush lower lip as she ended up squirming beneath the cape. Andrew was totally onto her. And at this point, she wasn't so sure she could stop him, even if she wanted him to. Which, really... she did not.
Andrew smiled at her knowingly in the mirror's reflection. He said nothing more, as he went back to the counter. Julia watched him as her hands gripped to the arm rests, much as she had as a child the first time she'd been put in one of the barber chairs. Andrew plucked the Oster clippers from the hook, the pair he'd been cleaning just earlier. No attachments were added, as he adjusted the bare blade in a matter of seconds. Julia's heart jumped up into her throat. She'd been watching closely enough those past few weeks to know that setting was the shortest. A #00000. It could cut hair to 1/125th of an inch. To the skin essentially. She'd seen him use the bare clippers on a few clients who preferred to be bald. Those were some of her favorite cuts she liked to watch. Andrew turned on the clippers with a loud pop, followed by the loud buzzing hum that Julia had come to love.
His hand soon came to cup underneath her chin. And the buzzing blades were soon hovering at the center of her forehead. Julia's breathing was uneven, as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Was this really happening? She wasn't just dreaming? Andrew leaned down, near her ear. "All off?" he dared to ask, as he gave her one chance to back out. Julia, though, was way past gone. She could only nod faintly. With that, Andrew pressed the buzzing blades against the skin of her forehead, and he slowly began to draw them up over her crown. The buzzing changed it's pitch the moment the blades made contact with her thick head of hair. He kept a firm grip under her chin, as he drew the clippers all the way back along the top of her head. A multitude of golden curls spilled down to pool in her lap. He lifted the blades after his first pass, and Julia gazed at her reflection. Memories from childhood immediately resurfaced. Though she'd been a weepy eyed little girl when she'd first seen herself like this. Lovely curls were still intact everywhere, except the center of her head, where only the barest of blond stubble remained amongst her pale skull.
A low moan erupted from Julia as her eyes rolled closed and an immediate wave of arousal hit her full force. Andrew smiled at the sound that echoed from his little assistant. He brought the blades back to her forehead, to the right of the shaved strip. When Julia's eyes opened again, he plunged the clippers back into her hair and drew them across for a second pass. Julia gasped out, as her slender body arched beneath the cape. Bouts of bliss rolled deep within her, to pool in her loins. Andrew had barely begun shaving her, and already she was incredibly wet with arousal.
More of her long golden hair slithered down the front of the cape. A few pieces rolled further, to land on the tile floor that Julia swept every day. Andrew lifted the clippers once more, and he put them to the left of the large swatch he'd cleared over the top of her head. Slowly, he drew the Oster's back over her scalp. Julia's eyes were barely open, as Andrew tipped her head back with his hand. She gazed up at him, and he smiled down at her. Her face was quite adorable and pink from embarrassment. The top of her head was soon clear of hair. With that, he forcibly tipped her head to the left.
The loud clippers rose in front of her ear, and touched down on her cheek. He pushed them up, up, up. Her sideburn trickled into her lap lifelessly. Golden curls around her little pink ear were cleared away. He folded the little shell of her ear down, to finish shearing away all the hairs around it. Nothing but short stubble was left, with pale skin beneath. Julia's eyes had begun to glaze over from the pleasurable sensations that were radiating over her body. She gazed at herself in the mirror, with the bare top of her head, and one ear blithely exposed. The other side of her head was still covered in long blond curls. Though it wouldn't be for long.
Andrew continued moving the blade along the right side of her head. He'd start at the bottom and buzz them up toward the bare top of her head. More blond curls fell down like rain. Many curls spilled to the floor, and a lot piled up in her lap. The right side of her head was entirely bare down. So, Andrew drew her head to the right, by pressing his warm palm on the bare side of her head. Julia quivered from the intense sensation of Andrew's hand against her sensitive scalp. She recalled the days right after her shearing as a little girl, how she'd rub her hands over her head. At the time, she didn't know why it made her squirm and feel so good. But now, she'd come to realize she'd been giving herself orgasms by rubbing her bald head with her hands. She looked forward to doing that once this was all through.
Like on the other side, he brought the clippers to her cheek and drew them up. He buzzed her sideburn clear off, then began shaving around her folded ear once more. The buzzing was so loud when it was right near her ear. Over and over, he drew the Osters along the left side of her head. Each pass caused another downpour of gold to fall along her shoulder and join other curls along the floor. She had quite a mountain in her lap by this time. And she still had all the hair on the back of her head. Both of her ears were now fully exposed, and the sides of her head were as short as the top. Andrew smiled at the dazed reflection of Julia in the mirror.
"I always thought those ears of yours were adorable," he hummed thoughtfully. Julia flushed profusely, the blush even going right up to her bare ears. Judging by her reflection, she had a good idea of how she'd look like once she left the shop that afternoon. Her perfectly round head seemed so small compared to when it had hair upon it. Her ears were sweet and round. And her eyes looked beautiful and bigger than before. She didn't get to gaze at her reflection much longer, for Andrew rested his hand on top of her head and pushed her chin down into her chest.
Julia stared down at the large pile of golden locks in her lap. It was so much hair. All gone. Years of growth, gone in seconds. But it felt so good. She let out another low moan as she realized just how hairless she was going to be once Andrew was done. It had been years, after all, since her last shaving.
Andrew went about parting the long hair along the back of her head and neck. With his hand still on her head to keep it in place, he nuzzled the clippers into the bottom of her neck. The blades were running warm now, after buzzing the rest of her head down to the skin. He smiled to himself, as he began to slowly push the humming clippers up Julia's nape. An immediate gasp echoed from her lips, as her flesh prickled with sensitivity. The smile on Andrew's lips widened, as his memories regarding Julia's most sensitive spot on her head remained quite precise. Her neck had gotten the strongest response. He took his time with that first pass up the back. Up her neck and nape and finally to the top of her head. He watched the long shower of gold spill down the back of the chair.
Julia was quivering in the chair, as he brought the clippers back down to the bottom of her neck and began on a second pass. Her lips fell open, as the tingling between her legs intensified. Her thighs clenched, as one of her hands slid down between her legs beneath the cape.
Andrew drew out the last few passes of the clippers, as he pressed the blades firmly into Julia's skin. The last long locks were soon sheared away, and Julia was nearly bald. He tipped her head this way and that, as he went about cleaning up any strays that he missed. With that, he turned the clippers off with another loud pop, then tipped her head back toward him again, as he saw her blushing face, and furrowed brows. She was panting profusely. Andrew couldn't help but eye the suspicious movement beneath the cape over her lap. He ran a hand along her head, as the faint bristle of stubble rasped against his palm.
"It's not perfect yet, is it?" he whispered to her. Julia shook her head. "You need a smooth shave, don't you?" Andrew purred in her ear. Julia felt herself nearly climax with his words. "Yes!" she pleaded. Andrew rushed into action as soon as she gave him the go ahead. A warm towel was wrapped around her head. The familiar damp, warm heat brought back more memories for Julia. Andrew quickly whisked the towel away and soon went about applying a thick layer of shaving cream all over her bare head with a brush. After a few strops of the straight razor, he gently took her head in his hand, and positioned the blade at her cheek. He drew it up and it rasped against the skin in a way that sent chills of pleasure down Julia's flesh. He shaved delicately around her right ear, as the foam was removed by the blade. Only hairless, pale flesh was left in it's wake. Strokes around her ears extended to the side of her head. Long slow, leisurely strokes were taken, from in front of her ear to the top of her head. Her other side and ear were shaved smooth in a similar slow fashion.
It wasn't long till the straight razor was lifted to the front of her forehead. He drew it back along her head, in long careful strokes. He'd wipe the foam off the blade every couple of passes. The last bits of stubble of her former crowning glory went with the foam. The top of her head was soon rendered bare. All that left was her nape. Andrew pushed her chin back into her chest. Julia's uneven breaths were so prominent and needy. Andrew found he enjoyed the sound.
The razor was placed at the back of her crown, and drawn down the length of her neck. Julia moaned out loudly with each long swipe of the blade. Her hand was working overtime between her thighs. She tried not to think about what kind of mess she'd made of her jeans.
Andrew cleaned the last bit of foam from her head. Julia quivered, as her hand kept working. Her eyes opened barely to gaze at her reflection. And, just as he'd done for her as a child, Andrew went about lathering her head once more. A gasp left Julia's pretty lips when she knew what was coming. Her eyes closed then, as she prepared to relish the second shaving she was about to have. Andrew was so thorough. He'd make sure she didn't have any sign of hair on her head by the time he was done. And that knowledge caused her loins to throb hotly.
Andrew worked faster the second time around, though no less careful. Each flick of the razor seemed to illicit a moan from Julia. Her sounds grew louder and louder. After he'd cleared away all the lather, Andrew went about wiping down her head with a towel. Some talc was administered to her bare head. And then, his palms came to rest on her bald scalp. He stroked along her crown and up and down her smooth sexy nape. With those touches to her sensitive head, Julia let out a loud cry. She climaxed right there in the chair, as Andrew stroked her bare head and teased her exposed ears. Her hips writhed beneath the cape as she rode out what had to be the best orgasm of her life.
Beyond embarrassed to have lost herself so badly in his presence, Julia bit her lip shamefully when her eyes finally opened. "I..." she tried to begin, but her voice was airy and unable to form complete words. Andrew said nothing, though he smiled reassuringly down at her. He leaned down then, as his mouth dared to brush lightly against her own. Surprised at the kiss, Julia's eyes fluttered closed.
"You're welcome in my chair any time," he murmured against her mouth. Julia's eyes opened again, to meet his. She gave a shy little nod. "... I think I will definitely be getting in it quite often," she whispered. Their lips pressed together once more, as Julia's arms lifted from behind the cape and lifted up to wrap around his neck.
When she got home that evening, her father was appalled at what she had done to her hair. But after a lot of reassuring that she'd done it of her own free will, her father calmed down. She was even kind enough to bring him a few of the better intact curls from her shearing, for him to keep. Although he didn't seem to fully understand her reasoning, he didn't forbid her from returning to the barbershop. She was nearly an adult, after all. And it was her head and her hair to do with as she pleased.
The rest of the summer went by like a breeze. Julia was never too hot thanks to her shaved head. And whenever her hair got too long (and by long, more than a few centimeters!), she would hop back into Andrew's chair at the end of the day and let him shave her clean once more. Her friends all thought she was mad for shaving her head, but she also eventually got used to the look on her. She was still the same old Julia, after all. Just with a lot less hair.
Her budding attraction for Andrew remained a little secret between the two of them. After all, she was barely eighteen, and he was already in his thirties. The summer came to an end, and Julia had to take a hiatus from her job, much to her chagrin. Andrew also talked her into growing her hair out a little longer for the winter. By the time the following summer rolled around, her hair had grown out past her ears. Though on the first day of summer vacation, she waltzed right into his shop, sat down, and had him shave her bald once more. By the time she got to college, she found herself missing Andrew terribly, but she got to see him every summer when she came home from school. And of course, every summer, she sported her favorite bald hairstyle. After graduation, she grew her hair long enough for her wedding day, married Andrew, and moved in with him. And, quite frankly, never had hair on her head again. They spent their first night together shaving off every last hair on her head, then making love in ways they'd been dying to for years. Each morning and evening, Andrew would shave her head for her, leaving her smooth nearly 24/7. More love making typically followed whenever Andrew shaved her down. She couldn't help it, this was what did it for her. And Andrew seemed more than happy to comply. Julia never would have guessed the vile actions of her mother would affect her life like this. But she'd never been happier.
That's what her daddy had always said, about her hair. She was a young girl, no older than ten years old. The apple of her father's eye. Although she was beautiful in her frilly little dresses and silky stockings, her long golden ringlets that fell past her bottom were her father's favorite feature.
Her mother enjoyed dressing her daughter like a little doll... the two having one of the most darling children in their neighborhood. They seemed like the perfect little family... till the day the girl's parents had a fight. She didn't know why they were fighting, as she sat huddled on the couch, peeking over it and into the kitchen. All she could understand was her daddy had been spending too much time with his secretary from work.
Before she knew it, her daddy had been kicked out of the house... Her mother was throwing his clothes out the window in their room, spouting curses and screaming every now and then. The young girl stood in the doorway, staring at her mother.
The angry woman paused, as she spotted her little girl. Her eyes lingered on those golden curls. Without a word, she grasped her daughter's hand, and pulled her on down the stairs and out to the car.
"... Mommy... where are we going?" the little girl asked quietly as she was put in the backseat. Her mother's brows were furrowed, hands still shaking with upset from her husband's affair. "We're going on an errand, Julia" she informed, voice disturbingly flat. She then got into the car, and slammed the door... then turned on the engine, and they were off.
Juila felt tense... not sure she liked what this errand would be. She was confused, and worried, and it showed on her young face. They drove from the suburbs down into the city. Her mother parked the car, and took Julia by the hand as they walked out onto the sidewalk, and went down a block. Julia looked about the streets, seeing many small shops. Her mother dragged her along, and without a word pushed open the door of a little shop with a red and white pole twirling outside of it. A small bell rang as the door opened.
Julia's chest tightened, as she spotted a few big red leather chairs, a few mirrors, and her senses were assaulted with the scent of a ... barbershop. A little quiver ran down her spine. Her mommy took her to salons to have her hair trimmed... why would she take her here? ...
Keeping a firm grip on Julia's hand, her mother looked to the barber on duty. The barber, a fellow in perhaps his early 30's, glanced up from where he sat, a newspaper in hand, and he quirked a brow. "Hello miss... what can I do for you?" he asked as he walked over.
"... My daughter needs a haircut" she informed. The barber glanced to the quivering little girl. "... I don't really do long hair ma'am. I can trim her hair if that's what you want" he informed. "I think you'll be able to give her the cut I want" her mother informed. Juila felt a cold shock flow down her spine.
The barber looked perplexed, but he said nothing more as he walked to one of the big barber chairs. He put a small booster seat into it, since the girl was so small.
Julia was unsure what to think, as her mother plopped her down into the chair. She looked up to her, eyes wide and worried. "Mommy..." she began. Her mother's finger pressed to her lips to silence her.
An unfamiliar neck strip was wrapped about her little neck, followed by a large black cape which he threw about her little body. Pulling her hair out of the way, he snapped it tight about her small neck. Julia bit her lip, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her long ringlets contrasted greatly with the black cape... which covered all of her except her head. She felt very vulnerable, and it made her stomach tighten and flutter with butterflies.
"So what cut are you wanting me to give her, Miss?" the barber asked her mother. Julia looked up to her mother, beyond worried as she waited in anticipation of what her mother had in mind.
"Give her a buzzcut... one inch all over" her mother informed flatly. A buzzcut...? ... Julia's chest tightened. She didn't like the sound of that.
The barber quirked a brow. "That's awful short for a young girl..." he murmured. The mother glared at him. "She's being punished. And..." she looked to Julia sternly. "If she gives you any fuss, we'll go shorter" she informed. Julia stared at her mother. What!? Punishment!? ... she'd done something wrong?
Her young eyes watered with tears. "Mommy....? W-Whatever I did, I'm sorry! P-please don't make him cut my hair!" she pleaded. Her mother's face was merciless, unmoved by her daughter's pleas. Her daughter would never understand, why it was she was getting rid of her curls... those mocking curls.
The barber was silent, knowing better than to fight with an angry mother. Without a word, he went to his workstation, and picked up a pair of clippers. He adjusted the guard, and oiled them up. The barber glanced over his shoulder to the little girl. As mean as it was to cut off all those pretty locks... an opportunity like this didn't come very often.
Julia was sniffling... eyes watering as she looked to the barber with impending doom in her eyes. "Please..." she whimpered once more. "Julia you'll be quiet" her mother snapped. Julia sniffed, but buttoned her lip. She saw the barber come back with the clippers in hand. He flipped them on with a loud pop followed by a low humming sound. Her eyes watered more, making her vision blurry.
Though she could easily make out the clippers being lifted, humming softly as he brought them to her forehead. Her breathing had become uneven, as little sad tremors wracked her body. Then despite it all, she pulled away, whimpering. The barber smirked faintly, and with his other hand, he grasped her chin, holding her head in place. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as the buzzing clippers were lifted to her forehead again... the longest moment of her life... as he held them there, ready to push them back into her gorgeous mane.
In what could only be described as slow motion, the little girl's eyes widened as the barber slowly began to push the clippers back. Their pitched changed, as they slowly entered her hair. She couldn't breath, as the clippers slowly pushed along the center of her head.
A long golden lock slithered into her lap. Another few followed. The clippers soon reached her crown, and he lifted them up, revealing a long strip of short blond hairs amongst the flawless curls. She sobbed quietly as she saw the strip. There was no turning back now... no way to save her hair.
He pressed the clippers to the right of the first strip, and slowly pushed them back into her hair. They were sharp... cutting through her thick golden mane like a hot knife through butter. More long curls flowed down along the cape, to pool in her lap. She shook, hands clutching the arm rests of the chair. Surely this was all a nightmare...
Her mother sat off to the side, watching as the top of her daughter's head was slowly buzzed down to about an inch in length... Finished buzzing the top, he tipped her head to the right, and soon the buzzing clippers were pressed right in front of her ear, buzzing rather loudly. Julia sniffed, watching in the mirror as he pushed the clippers up, and the lovely lock in front of her ear fell free, plopping into her lap lifelessly.
The clippers roared about her ear, buzzing away more golden locks... leaving her little ear free and bared to the world. His hand had since grabbed hold of the locks on the other side of her head, tugging as he held her head in that tilted position. She continued to cry, watching in the mirror as the clippers were pushed up the side of her head, meeting the buzzed hair at the top.
When he was finished with that side, he forced her head in the other direction, moving the buzzing clippers about her ear... ridding her of more of her golden curls. The initial shock of her drastic haircut had slowly passed... and Julia quietly sniffed as he continued to buzz her hair off, lock by lock. Her eyes slowly closed, as the rhythmic buzzing filled her senses. The nuzzle of the clippers into her head, as each lock was clipped off.
Before she knew it, the barber was pushing her head down into her chest. She looked down at the huge pile of curls in her lap, and her eyes watered once more. It would be a long time before her hair was that long again.
Having parted the last remnants of her hair in the back, the barber rested the buzzing clippers on the back of her neck, and slowly began to push them up her nape.
Julia's little eyes widened... startled as the sensation as the clippers passed her hairline and buzzed up the back of her small nape. She squirmed a little in her seat, throat tightening. The barber's warm hand sat atop her head, holding her head in place in a domineering fashion.
Golden locks fell down about the chair... and the barber stepped upon them with little consolation. More fell, as the clippers rose higher and higher, till they met the short buzzed hairs at the top of her head. A warm blush had come to the little girl's face, as he began a second pass up her nape. She bit her lip, eyes closing. The clippers... they felt... good? ... why? ...
Glancing to the little girl's face in the mirror, the barber smirked a knowing smile. He worked slowly up the back of her head, along the length of her little nape. One more strip of beautiful curls. They soon fell to the floor with the rest... and the girl was left with a one inch buzz cut all over. He then manipulated her head in various directions, nuzzling the buzzing clippers into her scalp, trimming any spots that were uneven. Including another few long slow passes up the back of her nape... illiciting little shivers from the young girl.
Turning the clippers off, he looked to the mother, to see if she was happy with his handiwork. She rose from her seat, and approached. She then tipped up her daughter's chin, and looked her in the eyes. ".. Are you sorry for misbehaving?" she spoke... even though no bad deed had been done.
Julia was quiet a moment, as she looked up at her mother's stern eyes. What in the world had come over her... as she pondered how to answer that question. Her little stomach fluttered as she clutched the armrests once more. "No" she replied, with a hint of challenge in her voice. Her mother's eyes widened, surprised the girl dared to back talk her... Grimacing, she looked to the barber. "Shave her. I want her bald" she snapped, and released her daughter's chin.
Julia felt little butterflies in her tummy, as she heard her mother's forceful words. She glanced up toward the barber. The fellow caught the child's gaze, and he couldn't hide the hint of a smile that came to his face.
"Alright ma'am... a headshave, coming up!" he informed. Julia licked her lips, watching as the barber removed the guard from the clippers. He flipped them on... and brought them to her forehead.
She watched in the mirror, eyes wide with curiosity this time. She brought this upon herself... she... wanted this... wanted to feel more of those clippers, buzzing away her hair. A warmth spread over her as the clippers were pulled back over her head. Small 1 inch blond hairs fluttered all over. And amongst the short blond hairs was now a long strip of pale skin. A small smile tweaked Julia's lips. Such a change from her crying earlier.
Her little thighs clenched under the cape, as the barber buzzed the clippers over her head, removing what was left of her hair. He took his time, cupping her chin as he tipped her head whichever direction he needed. "This is a special blade... it shaves the hair to the skin" he informed, surprisingly talking more to the little girl that to her mother. Julia quivered at his words, eyes hazy as she watched him buzz her little head in the mirror. It was such a sight, her small perfectly round head, poking out from the black cape... and littered in her once crowning glory of beautiful curls.
Soon enough, he pushed her chin down into her chest. She closed her eyes, waiting impatiently to feel the guardless clippers nuzzle into her nape. She felt him rest the buzzing blade against the center of her neck. He then slowly pushed them up, up up... into her short hair. She gasped, brows furrowing. Julia had fallen in love with the feeling... it was amazing... like nothing she'd felt before.
Cradling her head, the barber nuzzled the clipper's into Julia's scalp, buzzing her as close as possible... no hair left unclipped. The low buzzing of the clippers was the only sound in the small shop... along with the uneven breathing of the little girl. Her mother figured it was another bout of crying from the child... little did she know the feelings those clippers were bringing the little girl.
When the last of her blond hair was buzzed to the skin, he turned off the clippers... and rubbed his hand over her head. "Almost done, little miss" he mused, before heading over to prepare some shaving foam and a straight razor.
Julia fidgeted in the chair... loins tingling from all that had been going on. She'd never understand it... so instead she would just enjoy it. She glanced at her reflection, and bit her lip. At least her head wasn't misshapen... and her ears didn't stick out.
The barber placed a hot towel on her small head. To soften the hairs, he said. Though soon enough he was taking it off, and applying some warm shaving cream with a small brush. Julia closed her eyes, silent as he covered her head in the white foam. She then heard the scraping of a straight razor on a leather belt. Her eyes fluttered open, watching in the mirror as the barber brought the razor to her forehead.
Her chest tightened and her stomach twisted, a little frightened of the sharp razor... but as he began the gentle shaving motion along the top of her head, she let out a small moan. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head... the scraping feeling so relaxing.
The barber went slowly, not wanting to knick the girl. He shaved about each ear carefully. Soon her chin was pressed into her chest once more. His hands felt so foreign upon her bald head. The razor was placed at the bottom of her neck and pulled up, along her nape, following the curve of her skull. Another moan escaped her, shivering as he shaved off the short hairs at the back of her head, and on over the occipital bone.
Just when she thought he was done, much to her disappointment, he got the cream and brush, and was once more covering her head in shaving cream. "This shall get you extra smooth" he murmured. The little girl smiled to herself, and closed her eyes, as more shaving ensued... Slow, firm strokes of the sharp razor along her naked scalp... shaving her to perfection.
When the last bit of cream had been shaved away, he wiped her head down with a warm towel... then applied some talc to her head, and a little lotion. She blushed as his hands moved across her head, caressing her in such an intimate place that had never been touched before by human hands.
He then whisked the cape from her, golden locks falling to the floor. Slowly the little girl got up, her legs shaky. The place between her thighs was soaked. Her mother walked over, and looked down at her, hands on her hips. "Hope you're happy" she mumbled. "Go sit in the waiting area while I pay the barber" she added.
Julia nodded... and she took a seat... frilly dress puffing out about her. She watched as her mother got out her wallet from her purse and counted out some bills.
It was then she realized, she'd not yet felt her head. Hesitantly she lifted a hand... and brought it to her temple... Her eyes widened, smoothing her palm along her smooth silky head. A shiver passed over her, as her other hand rose... caressing her naked head tenderly. She flushed... amazed that having all her hair cut off could feel so good.
Her mother was done, and she went to take the girl by the hand. Glancing over her shoulder, Julia watched as the barber began to sweep up her hair. The grown man caught her eye, and gave her a wink. She blushed.... and smiled as her mother lead her from the barbershop.
When her father found out what had been done to his daughter's hair, he was of course beyond angry. And knew his wife had done it merely to spite him. But it was selfish... hurting their daughter like that to get at him. Little did her mother know the can of worms she'd opened by committing such an act...
It had been many years ago, when a young girl by the name of Julia had been taken to a barbershop by her angry mother. Her long golden curls had been sheared off and her head had been shaved bald. Such a harsh act, and the little girl hadn't even done anything to deserve it. Her father had adored her hair, and her mother had done it out of spite for him. Thanks to such mistreatment of their child, the two eventually went through a divorce, and her father earned full custody of her. She never heard from her mother again, and the woman became a foggy memory of her childhood years.
Distraught, Julia's father had bought her a wig to wear as her hair grew out. A year after the incident, her hair was long enough to dust her shoulders. And Julia was thankful since wearing the wig had been annoying. Her father easy fell back into the general up keep of her lovely hair. At first, the little girl had enjoyed his attentions. But as the years went on, she found herself becoming plagued with memories of that day. The feel of a strong hand on her head. A cape imprisoning her in the chair. Cold metal nibbling at her nape. And her long blond curls snaking into her lap. She'd never felt those odd tingles again since that day, unless she thought about it long and hard. But it was no where near as potent at living the moment.
As the little girl grew, she'd find herself tempted at times, to take a pair of scissors to her head. Yet whenever she was about to make a cut, she'd recall how much her father loved brushing and tending to her hair. And how upset he'd been when she'd been taken home with a bald head. She couldn't get rid of her hair. Her father loved it too much.
Childhood became a thing of the past. Julia worked through the phases of her teen year too. She did her best to ignore those memories from long ago, but some nights they were quite impossible to forget completely.
During one outing with her friends, they ended up strolling some of the small boutiques of their downtown. Her mind had been on clothes, shoes, make up and gossip. That was, until she saw the hypnotic swirling of the white and red pole. The same one she'd seen as a child. Her friends were unaffected as they approached and soon walked past the barbershop. But Julia's gait had to slow. She stopped by the window, and had to stare in. The inside looked exactly as she remembered it. There was one barber working on a young man in his chair. He in fact had a pair of clippers in hand and was busy buzzing off the shaggy hair into a high and tight for his client. Julia's chest tightened, her breath hitched, and her loins buzzed as hair tumbled down from the client's head and to the floor. She remembered the feeling so vividly. And as she saw the barber's profile, she realized it was the same man. The one who had shaved her bald.
"Julia?" one of her friends called. The teen jolted from her stupor and turned her head toward her friends who were staring at her oddly.
"Sorry!" Julia apologized as she hurried from the window. Her long blond hair, which had grown down to her hips, wafted behind her. That was a time long ago. She was almost an adult. Surely these odd feelings would go away eventually.
With her knowledge of where the shop was located, it proved both a blessing and a curse. Julia learned to drive that summer, and often times she found herself driving down that street to get a glimpse into the shop. Or she'd grab a cup of coffee from the nearby Starbucks, then sit down at one of the little tables next to the shop, so she could get a prime view of what was going on. Some days it was mere trims and tidy ups. But on the occasion, she was rewarded with some real action. Young boys taken in by their moms to remove their winter mops or young guys who had been putting off their haircuts would drop in and have themselves sheared down like sheep. Julia would squirm in her seat, as those delicious tingles would buzz between her legs. What she would give, to slide into that chair and demand to have herself shorn too. The long curls she had were terrible in the heat.
One of her many days out was even more exciting than the others. Once she'd gotten her coffee, she found herself surprised when she saw a Help Wanted sign in the window of the shop. Not for another barber, but for someone to handle cleaning up around the shop. Sweeping the floor, taking out the trash, doing the laundry for the towels that were used, and keeping the place tidy. Perfect for high schoolers, the sign said at the bottom. Well, she was a high schooler. And her father had been mentioning it'd be good for her to work a summer job.
Before she had more time to talk herself out of it, Julia was quickly getting to her feet. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, as she pushed open the door. The bell rung above her head, and the barber, who was currently finishing up and elderly man in his chair, glanced over. The barber seemed to pause in his motions, as he eyed the young woman up and down.
Julia swallowed thickly, then cleared her throat. Before she could say anything, the barber spoke. "Have a seat, shouldn't be more than five minutes," he informed. Julia deftly nodded, and sunk down on a bench in the waiting area. She watched him dust down his client with a little brush before he whisked the cape away. The elderly gentleman paid, and left. The barber finished his business at the cash register, before his eyes went back to Julia. She sat up straight as a chill ran down her spine.
Had this barber, this man, always been so attractive? Sure, he was probably in his early thirties, but he had a lovely pair of brown eyes and black hair that was kept neat, and short. Perhaps she'd been too young to remember so much about his face. The barber went to the chair he'd just been using for his previous client, and he spun it around to face Julia.
"Care to have a seat," he offered. Julia stared at the open chair, before she silently rose up. Butterflies fluttered within her stomach. Her shoes clacked quiet on the tile of the barbershop, before she slowly sat down on the warm, red leather chair.
"So, what brings a pretty young woman like yourself into my shop?" the barber asked. Julia looked up at him, as he eyed her.
"I... Um..." she stammered. I want you to buzz off all my hair, to the skin, then shave my head till it's silky smooth, just like how I remember it feeling. He'd think she was crazy! No way she could blurt those words out. Besides, she was here for a job! ... Yes, a job. "The sign... In the window," she began.
"Oh, the Help Wanted sign?" he asked. Julia nodded. The barber's gaze seemed to soften, as he folded his arms over his chest. "I'm surprised you'd want to work here. Shouldn't you be helping to stock shoes? ... Or at least working in a lady's salon?" he asked. Julia shook her head. "This place is pretty close to my house. It seems like a good fit to me," she insisted. No, not really. It was quite a drive. And considering just the smell of the shop had her legs quivering, it probably was not a good fit.
"Hm," the barber eyed her again, and looked her up and down. With that, he extended his hand for her to shake. "My name is Andrew Barnes," he introduced himself. Julia looked to his hand, then slowly lifted one of her own. She shook his hand, as a shy smile finally worked over her lips.
"Julia Wells," she responded politely. Their hands separated. Her palm felt warm from his grip. She quickly slid it back into her lap to join her first. Andrew spared her a smile, then motioned around the shop.
"If you want the job, I ask you be here every day, starting at 9 a.m. You'll be in charge of keeping my floors clean and swept. The waiting area should be tidy, with no magazines out of place. The towels I use need to be laundered on a daily basis, if not multiple times a day. My tools also sometimes need cleaning," he listed off her responsibilities. "Think you can handle all that? I close up shop at five."
"Yes, it should be no trouble!" Julia insisted. Andrew smiled at her surprising enthusiasm. "Well, consider yourself hired," he chuckled. He left her in the chair, as he went to the register and began pawing through a few binders he kept beneath the desk. There was some necessary paper work involved, after all.
Julia felt a spark of excitement hit her. She'd get to work here. She'd be paid for being here and for feeding her little obsession of watching men get their heads sheared incredibly short, all while imagining it was herself. She rose up and joined Andrew at the front desk. He handed her the papers.
"I look forward to working with you Julia," he began. "I guess I should have figured you were enquiring about the Wanted sign. Hair like yours is only taken care of in the trendiest salons, I bet," he mused. Julia took the papers in hand, then glanced back up to the barber. She brushed a lock out of her face and behind one of her small ears.
"Right..." she agreed, as she tried to laugh it off. Oh, how weird he'd think she was, if she had told him how she really felt about her hair and about his shop. He gave her a smile.
"Bring those back tomorrow, and we can put you to work," he informed. "Yessir!" Julia informed. With that, she hurried out. She hugged the papers to her chest, as she spared a glance over her shoulder at the shop.
She never thought she'd be so excited about working a job during the summer. Julia found herself thoroughly enjoying her work. Andrew was pleasant with her, funny and playful even. He was a great guy, and a joy to work with and be around. Her father told her she was lucky to have such a nice boss for her first job. She drove to the shop each morning, and would tend to sweeping up cut hair, tidying the shop, and helping to clean up at closing. All the while, she was able to steal glances of Andrew at work. Once she got home each evening, she'd have to excuse herself upstairs, for she'd typically be dripping down her thighs from the pleasant buzzing that would form in her loins at the sheer hair overload. And at night, she'd fantasize about sitting herself down in Andrew's chair, and requesting he clip off each curl one by one before shaving her bald.
The summer went on, and only seemed to get hotter as the months went by. One early July day, the air conditioner at the shop decided to die. It left the barber and his assistant to deal with the heat. Andrew seemed to take it well, but Julia had to put her long hair up to get it off her neck. The long curls constantly fell out of the clip and drove her crazy when they'd stick to her damp neck.
"When did the repair guy say he was coming?" Julia groaned as she tried to ignore the heat as she swept. Andrew, who was in the midst of his lunch break, watched the overheated young woman with a bemused smile. "Not till this Friday, I'm afraid," he admitted. Julia groaned again, as she finished depositing the newest clippings from Andrew's last client into a bin at the back of the shop.
"Bet it's times like this you wish you had your hair a bit shorter, huh?" Andrew chuckled. Julia sighed as she sunk down into the barber chair next to Andrew's. "You have no idea," she sighed without thinking. Andrew's eyes flared at her statement, and Julia's stomach tightened. "Too bad I'd look awful with short hair," she laughed off her prior statement as best she could. Andrew didn't laugh, though he smiled a bit.
"You have the features to pull off just about any hairstyle. I'm a barber, I'd know, right?" he mused. Julia's face warmed. It was about the closest thing he could get to a compliment regarding her appearance that an employer could, after all. "Thanks," she managed.
Julia pushed through the rest of the week. She took showers every night she came home to deal with the sweat and heat of the day working at Andrew's shop. Friday came after what felt like forever. Though, much to her chagrin, the repair man couldn't make it to their shop that day. He'd have to come sometime the next week. Needless to say, Julia was exasperated. At the end of the day, after the last customer had done, she sunk into one of the barber chairs without sinking and let out a tired sigh.
"I don't think I can stand another day like this. It's too hot!" she sighed. Andrew flipped the sign at the front of his shop from open to closed, then glanced over at the young attractive woman sitting in his chair. He silently pulled the blinds and locked the door before he approached the counter where he kept all his tools.
"It has been sweltering," Andrew agreed. He picked up his clippers, and popped off one of the attachments so he could clean the blade. Julia's eyes widened as he worked. Her whole body seemed to tighten, as he blew left over clippings from the blade, then turned it on and off a few times. The familiar buzz echoed through her ears, much closer now thanks to her sitting in the chair. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when he put them back on their hook. He was just cleaning them, after all.
Before she realized it, a cape was being thrown over her. She stared as the dark black nylon spilled over her body. "W-what...?" she began. Andrew handed her a wash cloth. "It's easier to clean the cape when it's spread," he informed as he handed her a cleaning rag. Julia took it, with surprise in her eyes. She'd not exactly cleaned a cape this way, but she didn't refuse. As she began to work, Andrew silently tore a neckstrip from the dispenser and he wrapped it around her slender neck, which was exposed thanks to her hair being pinned up. Julia stilled as he then fastened the cape around her neck. Just what was Andrew doing?
"You've been doing a great job here, Julia. A real help to me," he informed. His voice was low, as he was in fact speaking right into one of her ears. "You've matured into quite a sweet young woman," he added, quietly. Julia's eyes shot open wide, and she dropped the rag she'd been holding onto to clean the cape. Did Andrew actually remember her?
Andrew reached up and unpinned Julia's hair. The long golden curls spilled down her back, the tips even going past the seat of the chair. Julia stared at her reflection in the mirror. Andrew was spreading out her curls, as he let them flow over her shoulders. They contrasted so nicely with the black cape. "I never did understand why a mother would sentence her little girl to be sheared and shaved like yours did to you. But if I didn't know any better, I think you ended up enjoying having your hair severed from your head," Andrew murmured softly in her ear. Julia's wide eyes softened and about rolled into the back of her head a little quiver ran through her body. She sunk her pearly teeth into her plush lower lip as she ended up squirming beneath the cape. Andrew was totally onto her. And at this point, she wasn't so sure she could stop him, even if she wanted him to. Which, really... she did not.
Andrew smiled at her knowingly in the mirror's reflection. He said nothing more, as he went back to the counter. Julia watched him as her hands gripped to the arm rests, much as she had as a child the first time she'd been put in one of the barber chairs. Andrew plucked the Oster clippers from the hook, the pair he'd been cleaning just earlier. No attachments were added, as he adjusted the bare blade in a matter of seconds. Julia's heart jumped up into her throat. She'd been watching closely enough those past few weeks to know that setting was the shortest. A #00000. It could cut hair to 1/125th of an inch. To the skin essentially. She'd seen him use the bare clippers on a few clients who preferred to be bald. Those were some of her favorite cuts she liked to watch. Andrew turned on the clippers with a loud pop, followed by the loud buzzing hum that Julia had come to love.
His hand soon came to cup underneath her chin. And the buzzing blades were soon hovering at the center of her forehead. Julia's breathing was uneven, as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Was this really happening? She wasn't just dreaming? Andrew leaned down, near her ear. "All off?" he dared to ask, as he gave her one chance to back out. Julia, though, was way past gone. She could only nod faintly. With that, Andrew pressed the buzzing blades against the skin of her forehead, and he slowly began to draw them up over her crown. The buzzing changed it's pitch the moment the blades made contact with her thick head of hair. He kept a firm grip under her chin, as he drew the clippers all the way back along the top of her head. A multitude of golden curls spilled down to pool in her lap. He lifted the blades after his first pass, and Julia gazed at her reflection. Memories from childhood immediately resurfaced. Though she'd been a weepy eyed little girl when she'd first seen herself like this. Lovely curls were still intact everywhere, except the center of her head, where only the barest of blond stubble remained amongst her pale skull.
A low moan erupted from Julia as her eyes rolled closed and an immediate wave of arousal hit her full force. Andrew smiled at the sound that echoed from his little assistant. He brought the blades back to her forehead, to the right of the shaved strip. When Julia's eyes opened again, he plunged the clippers back into her hair and drew them across for a second pass. Julia gasped out, as her slender body arched beneath the cape. Bouts of bliss rolled deep within her, to pool in her loins. Andrew had barely begun shaving her, and already she was incredibly wet with arousal.
More of her long golden hair slithered down the front of the cape. A few pieces rolled further, to land on the tile floor that Julia swept every day. Andrew lifted the clippers once more, and he put them to the left of the large swatch he'd cleared over the top of her head. Slowly, he drew the Oster's back over her scalp. Julia's eyes were barely open, as Andrew tipped her head back with his hand. She gazed up at him, and he smiled down at her. Her face was quite adorable and pink from embarrassment. The top of her head was soon clear of hair. With that, he forcibly tipped her head to the left.
The loud clippers rose in front of her ear, and touched down on her cheek. He pushed them up, up, up. Her sideburn trickled into her lap lifelessly. Golden curls around her little pink ear were cleared away. He folded the little shell of her ear down, to finish shearing away all the hairs around it. Nothing but short stubble was left, with pale skin beneath. Julia's eyes had begun to glaze over from the pleasurable sensations that were radiating over her body. She gazed at herself in the mirror, with the bare top of her head, and one ear blithely exposed. The other side of her head was still covered in long blond curls. Though it wouldn't be for long.
Andrew continued moving the blade along the right side of her head. He'd start at the bottom and buzz them up toward the bare top of her head. More blond curls fell down like rain. Many curls spilled to the floor, and a lot piled up in her lap. The right side of her head was entirely bare down. So, Andrew drew her head to the right, by pressing his warm palm on the bare side of her head. Julia quivered from the intense sensation of Andrew's hand against her sensitive scalp. She recalled the days right after her shearing as a little girl, how she'd rub her hands over her head. At the time, she didn't know why it made her squirm and feel so good. But now, she'd come to realize she'd been giving herself orgasms by rubbing her bald head with her hands. She looked forward to doing that once this was all through.
Like on the other side, he brought the clippers to her cheek and drew them up. He buzzed her sideburn clear off, then began shaving around her folded ear once more. The buzzing was so loud when it was right near her ear. Over and over, he drew the Osters along the left side of her head. Each pass caused another downpour of gold to fall along her shoulder and join other curls along the floor. She had quite a mountain in her lap by this time. And she still had all the hair on the back of her head. Both of her ears were now fully exposed, and the sides of her head were as short as the top. Andrew smiled at the dazed reflection of Julia in the mirror.
"I always thought those ears of yours were adorable," he hummed thoughtfully. Julia flushed profusely, the blush even going right up to her bare ears. Judging by her reflection, she had a good idea of how she'd look like once she left the shop that afternoon. Her perfectly round head seemed so small compared to when it had hair upon it. Her ears were sweet and round. And her eyes looked beautiful and bigger than before. She didn't get to gaze at her reflection much longer, for Andrew rested his hand on top of her head and pushed her chin down into her chest.
Julia stared down at the large pile of golden locks in her lap. It was so much hair. All gone. Years of growth, gone in seconds. But it felt so good. She let out another low moan as she realized just how hairless she was going to be once Andrew was done. It had been years, after all, since her last shaving.
Andrew went about parting the long hair along the back of her head and neck. With his hand still on her head to keep it in place, he nuzzled the clippers into the bottom of her neck. The blades were running warm now, after buzzing the rest of her head down to the skin. He smiled to himself, as he began to slowly push the humming clippers up Julia's nape. An immediate gasp echoed from her lips, as her flesh prickled with sensitivity. The smile on Andrew's lips widened, as his memories regarding Julia's most sensitive spot on her head remained quite precise. Her neck had gotten the strongest response. He took his time with that first pass up the back. Up her neck and nape and finally to the top of her head. He watched the long shower of gold spill down the back of the chair.
Julia was quivering in the chair, as he brought the clippers back down to the bottom of her neck and began on a second pass. Her lips fell open, as the tingling between her legs intensified. Her thighs clenched, as one of her hands slid down between her legs beneath the cape.
Andrew drew out the last few passes of the clippers, as he pressed the blades firmly into Julia's skin. The last long locks were soon sheared away, and Julia was nearly bald. He tipped her head this way and that, as he went about cleaning up any strays that he missed. With that, he turned the clippers off with another loud pop, then tipped her head back toward him again, as he saw her blushing face, and furrowed brows. She was panting profusely. Andrew couldn't help but eye the suspicious movement beneath the cape over her lap. He ran a hand along her head, as the faint bristle of stubble rasped against his palm.
"It's not perfect yet, is it?" he whispered to her. Julia shook her head. "You need a smooth shave, don't you?" Andrew purred in her ear. Julia felt herself nearly climax with his words. "Yes!" she pleaded. Andrew rushed into action as soon as she gave him the go ahead. A warm towel was wrapped around her head. The familiar damp, warm heat brought back more memories for Julia. Andrew quickly whisked the towel away and soon went about applying a thick layer of shaving cream all over her bare head with a brush. After a few strops of the straight razor, he gently took her head in his hand, and positioned the blade at her cheek. He drew it up and it rasped against the skin in a way that sent chills of pleasure down Julia's flesh. He shaved delicately around her right ear, as the foam was removed by the blade. Only hairless, pale flesh was left in it's wake. Strokes around her ears extended to the side of her head. Long slow, leisurely strokes were taken, from in front of her ear to the top of her head. Her other side and ear were shaved smooth in a similar slow fashion.
It wasn't long till the straight razor was lifted to the front of her forehead. He drew it back along her head, in long careful strokes. He'd wipe the foam off the blade every couple of passes. The last bits of stubble of her former crowning glory went with the foam. The top of her head was soon rendered bare. All that left was her nape. Andrew pushed her chin back into her chest. Julia's uneven breaths were so prominent and needy. Andrew found he enjoyed the sound.
The razor was placed at the back of her crown, and drawn down the length of her neck. Julia moaned out loudly with each long swipe of the blade. Her hand was working overtime between her thighs. She tried not to think about what kind of mess she'd made of her jeans.
Andrew cleaned the last bit of foam from her head. Julia quivered, as her hand kept working. Her eyes opened barely to gaze at her reflection. And, just as he'd done for her as a child, Andrew went about lathering her head once more. A gasp left Julia's pretty lips when she knew what was coming. Her eyes closed then, as she prepared to relish the second shaving she was about to have. Andrew was so thorough. He'd make sure she didn't have any sign of hair on her head by the time he was done. And that knowledge caused her loins to throb hotly.
Andrew worked faster the second time around, though no less careful. Each flick of the razor seemed to illicit a moan from Julia. Her sounds grew louder and louder. After he'd cleared away all the lather, Andrew went about wiping down her head with a towel. Some talc was administered to her bare head. And then, his palms came to rest on her bald scalp. He stroked along her crown and up and down her smooth sexy nape. With those touches to her sensitive head, Julia let out a loud cry. She climaxed right there in the chair, as Andrew stroked her bare head and teased her exposed ears. Her hips writhed beneath the cape as she rode out what had to be the best orgasm of her life.
Beyond embarrassed to have lost herself so badly in his presence, Julia bit her lip shamefully when her eyes finally opened. "I..." she tried to begin, but her voice was airy and unable to form complete words. Andrew said nothing, though he smiled reassuringly down at her. He leaned down then, as his mouth dared to brush lightly against her own. Surprised at the kiss, Julia's eyes fluttered closed.
"You're welcome in my chair any time," he murmured against her mouth. Julia's eyes opened again, to meet his. She gave a shy little nod. "... I think I will definitely be getting in it quite often," she whispered. Their lips pressed together once more, as Julia's arms lifted from behind the cape and lifted up to wrap around his neck.
When she got home that evening, her father was appalled at what she had done to her hair. But after a lot of reassuring that she'd done it of her own free will, her father calmed down. She was even kind enough to bring him a few of the better intact curls from her shearing, for him to keep. Although he didn't seem to fully understand her reasoning, he didn't forbid her from returning to the barbershop. She was nearly an adult, after all. And it was her head and her hair to do with as she pleased.
The rest of the summer went by like a breeze. Julia was never too hot thanks to her shaved head. And whenever her hair got too long (and by long, more than a few centimeters!), she would hop back into Andrew's chair at the end of the day and let him shave her clean once more. Her friends all thought she was mad for shaving her head, but she also eventually got used to the look on her. She was still the same old Julia, after all. Just with a lot less hair.
Her budding attraction for Andrew remained a little secret between the two of them. After all, she was barely eighteen, and he was already in his thirties. The summer came to an end, and Julia had to take a hiatus from her job, much to her chagrin. Andrew also talked her into growing her hair out a little longer for the winter. By the time the following summer rolled around, her hair had grown out past her ears. Though on the first day of summer vacation, she waltzed right into his shop, sat down, and had him shave her bald once more. By the time she got to college, she found herself missing Andrew terribly, but she got to see him every summer when she came home from school. And of course, every summer, she sported her favorite bald hairstyle. After graduation, she grew her hair long enough for her wedding day, married Andrew, and moved in with him. And, quite frankly, never had hair on her head again. They spent their first night together shaving off every last hair on her head, then making love in ways they'd been dying to for years. Each morning and evening, Andrew would shave her head for her, leaving her smooth nearly 24/7. More love making typically followed whenever Andrew shaved her down. She couldn't help it, this was what did it for her. And Andrew seemed more than happy to comply. Julia never would have guessed the vile actions of her mother would affect her life like this. But she'd never been happier.
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