She looked up from the magazine to see who had just walked in. A man
in his late thirties, probably. Well-dressed, prosperous. Attractive.
There was a woman with him. Similar age, summer dress, good figure. His
wife? Girlfriend? Mistress?
'Good morning' she said, looking at the man first as she stood up.
'Good morning' he replied with a smile. He had seen the woman barberette when they had walked past the shop earlier and she was what had tipped him over the edge. He had been saying how hot he was for the past couple of days and his wife had suggested that he would be cooler if he had his hair cut. Shorter than usual. Then he had glimpsed this delightful creature as the two of them walked past on the way to get a coffee. Slim, long legs, great tits. Her brown hair was short, which made a change from his wife's long blonde hair. He had suggested several times that she cut it or dye it or something, just for a change, but she had never done anything about it.
The barberette smiled at the woman who looked around her before taking a seat. The newcomer started to flick through the pile of magazines on the table. A mixture of car magazines, Sunday newspaper magazines and the occasional lifestyle-type thing.
'What can I do for you today?' she asked.
'Tidy me up a bit, isn't that right darling?' he said, looking at the barberette and then his companion. The companion nodded her agreement.
'Okay. Take a seat and let's see' the barberette said. 'Lovely weather, isn't it?' she added as the man sat down.
'A bit too warm for me, that's why I thought I'd pop in here' the man commented, taking the time to appreciate the woman's body from closer quarters. Nice. He would like to get closer.
'It is a bit much at the minute, isn't it?' the companion replied, thinking about her own hair and how she too had thought about going shorter over the past couple of days. She looked at the stylist's short brown hair, thinking how it must be lovely to have a hairstyle that was so easy to look after, one that lets the breeze caress your neck.
The barberette covered the man with a gown, checking to see what the woman was doing. Flicking through a magazine without paying too much attention to what was in front of her by the look of it.
'So how much cooler do you want to feel?' the barberette asked him.
'I know what I'd love to do, but I'm not sure whether it would suit me or not' he replied. He wondered whether he should shave his head. Was that being stupid? Just because she had nice tits. Fiona was right there. She would be watching this woman with her hands all over him, well, his head at least.
'What's that?' the barberette asked, wanting to make quite sure what he meant.
'Just to take the lot off' he replied. There, he'd said it.
'Why do you think it wouldn't suit you?' she asked.
'I don't know. It's a big step. You can't put it back on if you don't like it, can you?' he smiled. She liked him. Her game of "guess the profession" suggested that he was a man who probably ran his own company, was doing very well and didn't have a boss to worry about. It was a game that she liked to play, just to make the day that little bit more interesting.
'What does your lady wife think about it?' the woman asked, looking across at the companion. She had stopped reading and was looking at the two of them, pensive.
'Are you ready for a short-haired man?' the barberette asked, distracting the woman from the magazine that she had been looking at.
'Definitely ready for him to be short, we're just toying with the idea of him shaving it all' the companion said. She smiled uncertainly.
'Would you like me to shave it?' the barberette asked the companion, looking at the way that the woman's dress had ridden up her thigh slightly. Her legs were tanned. Probably not a "back-yard" tan either. It was deep, even. She sensed something about this couple. There was something in the air.
'It's like Alan said, you can't put it back on if you don't like it. What do you think he should do?' the companion asked.
'You don't know until you've done it' the barberette replied, deciding that she was going to shave his head for him whatever he asked for. She looked across at the companion again as she sat forward. The dress moved just that little bit higher. The tanned swell of her cleavage was on view as she leaned to look at her husband more closely, as if that would help her decide.
The barberette turned away and took the clippers from the large hook on the left of her work-station. She looked at the man's dark, wavy hair. Looked at the way that it covered his ears and hid his collar. She turned them on.
'Wait' the man said. 'Can we do this in stages, so that I can see how it's going?' he added.
'It's so much more exciting just to go for it' the barberette replied, looking at the woman. 'Wouldn't you love to see that?' the barberette asked. The companion appeared to think about it, but the man had other ideas.
'Can we start with a three, or something?' he asked.
'Of course' the barberette replied, eager to conceal her disappointment, but knowing that she would get him there one way or the other.
'Isn't that still a bit long Alan?' If you're going to do it, just do it. It'll grow back' the companion said, thinking that there was something erotic in watching Alan get shorn, although she wasn't quite sure why it should give her that tingling feeling.
The barberette smiled, liking what she was hearing. She waited. She reached over and picked up an attachment. A number three, just as he had requested. She fitted it to the clippers and turned them on. She placed them at the man's neck and ran them up behind his ear, almost to his crown. She loved the way that the severed hair fell to his shoulder and then to the floor.
'That's a number three' she said.
The man reached out from under the cape and felt the area silently. Not as short as he thought it would be. He could definitely take it shorter. He sneaked a peek at the barberette woman. Even better close up. He would love to get in amongst those tits. He bet that she had big nipples, ready for him to tease with his teeth.
'What do you think?' the barberette asked the woman, sensing that she had an ally.
'I can't see properly' she said, getting up. A little more cleavage was revealed as she stood, the dress settling down to cover her thighs as she moved. She reached out to touch the short hair, glancing at the clump that lay on the floor. Her husband's hair. She touched the back of his head, stroked it with the back of her fingers and then ruffled the hair on his crown.
'It's still too long. Don't be a big baby, Alan' she said. She wanted to see the barber woman run the clippers all over his head.
The barberette looked at the woman, aware of her perfume. She was close. Very close. Close enough to touch and yet make it seem like an accident.
'I can take it right down around here and then we can decide what to do about the top, if you like' the barberette suggested to the woman.
'What do you think Alan? You'd be like a soldier' the woman suggested, intrigued at the idea of her husband look a bit less corporate and a bit more rugged.
'I'm not sure that I want to look like a soldier, Fiona' he replied.
'Do you want to see what it would look like, that short, while you're here?' the barberette asked the woman.
'Will there still be hair there?' Fiona asked, sounding interested. She was fairly sure that she wanted to see Alan bald, to have his bald head between her legs as he licked her.
'There can be. Or not' the barberette replied.
Fiona put her hand on Alan's shoulder.
'What do you say, love?' she asked, a hopeful tone in her voice.
'You seem to be the one deciding what to do, I'm just sitting here' he replied. Do it to me, I dare you, he thought.
Fiona looked at the barberette and smiled. The barberette slid the guard off the clippers and went over the patch that she had just cut, not quite as high as she had with the number three. She looked at Fiona to see her reaction.
Fiona looked at the patch of bare skin. She was excited at what this woman had just done to Alan, but ever so slightly worried that he would kill her for it. She hadn't expected the clippers to be quite so efficient. She expected some stubble at least, to give her the chance to call a halt if she needed to. But there was nothing. Nothing at all. She reached forward and stroked it. It was so strange. She liked it, but would he? Dare she ask this woman to do that all over. Would Alan look good without hair? She was sure that he would and was also sure that he would like it once the shock wore off. She was aware that the hairdresser was waiting for her, and thought that she had just caught the woman looking down her dress. Must be the tan. Barbados had been so wonderful. Lucky that Alan didn't do this before he went as it would have been too risky for him. He would have had to wear a hat all the time. May just as well have had his hair as wear a hat. It was different now that they were back home. It was hot, but not unbearably hot. Fiona nodded.
The barberette didn't need to be told twice. She positioned the clippers and then fixed the wife's gaze as she slid the blades across the man's scalp. She wanted to watch the woman's reaction as she saw the consequences of her decision. Her husband's hair was falling away. The barberette smiled at her. Fiona found it a little unnerving, difficult to concentrate on her husband while the other woman was looking at her. Thankfully the woman turned her attention to what she was doing.
The barberette worked quickly, wanting to get this part of it over with. The end result was decided, it was just a matter of getting there as quickly as possible. She stole another glance at the wife, watching proceedings intently. Still standing, but not quite as close as she was. The barberette switched the clippers off after a couple of minutes, their work done. The wife looked at the floor, following the trail of destruction from her husband's shoulders.
'That should be a bit cooler' the barberette said.
'I'll say!' the wife exclaimed, moving closer to touch her husband's scalp. She reached forward carefully, as if she was ready to recoil at the touch. She didn't.
'That is so weird!' she said, smiling nervously at the barberette.
'I can shave it properly, or I can use some oil. What do you fancy?' the barberette asked, looking straight at the woman.
'What will the oil do?' she asked.
'Give him a nice shine, make him feel softer to the touch' the barberette answered.
'I like the sound of that' the wife said.
Alan didn't get a vote, but was relieved in a way not to be clean-shaven. It would give him time to get used to his new haircut before deciding if he was going to go all the way.
The barberette tipped some oil into the palms of her hands and rubbed them together vigorously before applying them to his scalp. She rubbed him quickly and then more slowly, spreading the oil across his skin. She saw him in the mirror, closing his eyes.
Alan loved the feeling. It reminded him of his recent business trip. Reminded him of the Oriental girl in the massage parlour and the way that she oiled him and slid her entire body across his, time and again. He smiled at the thought of trying to hold on to her slippery body as he fucked her from behind, the way that he could easily enclose her small, pointy tits with his hands.
The barberette smiled at the woman. Looked at her tanned skin. Imagined slipping the dress off her shoulders and rubbing oil into her boobs. She wondered whether the woman would let her cut her hair.
'You'll have to do this for him when you get home' the barberette said.
'There's another job for me to do!' she said jokingly. The barberette liked the way that she smiled. She slid her hands over the guy's scalp again, her only pleasure coming from the thought of doing the same to the woman.
She massaged, the woman watched. The barberette watched the woman. Smiled at the woman. The woman wondered whether her husband was getting turned on, sitting there, with his cock hard while getting stroked liked that. The man wondered how he was going to be able to stand up without betraying himself. It was erotic, getting stroked like that. Was she dragging it out? Was she turned on? What about Fiona? He was afraid to open his eyes in case she gave him that accusing look of hers.
The barberette stopped the massage, moving to a basin to wash her hands. She went over to the man and took the gown off him, telling him that he was done. She left him to look at himself in the mirror, left the tanned woman to make appreciative noises as she touched his shiny dome.
The barberette picked up the clippers again and attracted the woman's attention.
'These work on women too, you know' she said.
The tanned woman looked at her.
'You'd be a lot cooler as well' the barberette said.
The tanned woman carried on looking at her.
'What do you think?' the barberette asked the man. 'Your wife would really suit short hair, don't you think? It would bring out her eyes and show off that lovely long neck of hers.'
'She's right you know Fiona, you should get rid of all that hair' he said. A brave man.
'If only it was as easy as that' the wife answered.
'It's not that hard' the man replied, thinking to himself that it was actually very hard indeed, just not the way that the barberette woman thought! It was starting to be uncomfortable, but he was reluctant to try to adjust himself with both women watching him. He would have to wait for the right moment.
'You know what I mean. It's alright for you, you're a man, but women just aren't expected to have such short hair' the wife replied, still without actually saying "no".
'I don't know about that. As soon as my colleague comes back from her errand, I'll be sitting in that chair myself. I've had enough of this' she said, running her hand through her hair. She looked at the woman while she played with her hair.
'Really? How short are you going?' the wife asked, interested.
'A two and a one. Bit shorter than usual' she said.
The wife's eyes lit up. That interested her. Here was another woman, attractive, hair short already, saying that she was going to get it cut even shorter. She didn't know if she could do it herself though. She watched as the barberette woman took her hand down, looking back at her as she did. The barberette woman seemed to smile at her again. This unnerved the wife a little. The barberette woman had been paying a little too much attention to her. Even when Alan was having his scalp massaged, the barberette woman seemed to spend more time looking in her direction.
'Not today' the wife said.
'What better time could there be?' the husband asked. He was starting to wonder why he was still so hard. Was it still because of the massage or was it the thought of watching his wife get her hair cut off? Hair that she spent too much time and money on. Hair that made them late when they went out. Hair that he delighted in pulling when he fucked her. He knew that she didn't like that.
'Tell you what, why don't you go and have a coffee and a chat. See what you want to do' the barberette said as she saw her colleague walk back in to the shop. 'Hi Anna' she said.
'Hi Kay' the newcomer said, holding a cardboard tray with two coffees on. She breezed past the group and headed for the backroom.
The man reached for his wallet, not commenting on the barberette's suggestion at first.
'Come on, Fiona, a coffee sounds good' he said after a moment.
The barberette took the money and watched as the pair left the shop.
'See you later' she called after them, watching the woman's backside as she walked. She was pleased with the way that she was able to get some pleasure out of that guy's visit. If he had been on his own he may have been a little overpowering. She got the feeling that he would have been after more than a haircut. The barberette went into the backroom to find Anna and her coffee.
'You couldn't do something about this for me could you Anna, before anyone else comes in?' she asked, running her hand through her hair. She was really regretting not getting it cut before.
Anna smiled and got up. She liked cutting Kay's hair. It was so easy to just run the clippers over, rather than having to concentrate too much, the way that Kay had to when she trimmed Anna's own shoulder length hair. She handed Kay a coffee and the two of them headed back into the salon. Kay set her cup on the worktop and picked up a gown. She sat down and made herself comfortable, letting Anna make the final adjustments to the gown for her. This was when she was at her happiest at work, caped and waiting for the clippers. Even though Anna wasn't gay, Kay thought that she got some pleasure out of cutting her hair. If only Anna knew what Kay would like to do to her when she was in the chair. She thought about the guy who had smiled while she massaged his scalp. She wondered what was going through his head at that moment. Was he hard while she did it? She suspected that he was and smiled again at how disappointed he would have been if only he had known. The clippers came on. Kay thought about the guy's wife. Thought about her in the chair. Would she come back? What did she look like naked? What did she feel like? What would she taste like?
Kay felt the clippers on her head. She felt the tell-tale wetness in her pussy. She closed her eyes. Her hair was coming off. She was happy.
Anna looked at the way Kay's eyes closed as soon as she felt the clippers. It was so obvious that Kay got off on having her hair cut, but the strange thing was, Anna didn't mind. She wasn't gay herself, but she was open-minded enough to live and let live. She liked to see Kay happy and doing this certainly seemed to do it, whatever else was going on in her personal life. Anna wondered whether she would feel the same way if she let Kay clipper her hair like this. It could never happen. Not while she was with Dave anyway. He was a resolutely "long-haired" person. She liked the way that he wrapped her hair around his cock and tugged himself before he screwed her. Every time. Perhaps he had a hair-thing too. She hadn't thought about that before. She would have to ask him.
'I should have asked you. Are we doing the usual?' Anna asked.
'I was going to go to a two and a one this time. It's so hot, I just want it shorter.'
Anna looked at the number three going over the top of Kay's head, returning her to her usual length. Kay had asked for a two. She wondered whether she should take it to a number one. Would Kay like that or would it make her mad? Should she ask?
'Shall I just make you cooler?' Anna asked.
'Please, do, it's driving me mad. I don't know how you can stand it with your long hair' Kay replied.
Anna took the clippers from Kay's head and slipped the guard off. She reached for the number two on the counter. She picked up the number one. She slid it over the clipper head.
'What's the worst that she'll do?' Anna wondered as she placed the clippers at Kay's forehead. Would Kay want to know? Would she enjoy it more?
'Open your eyes a sec' Anna said.
She watched in the mirror until she saw Kay do as she was told. Kay looked at herself in the mirror, smiling at the sight of the strip of shorter hair. She was on her way. Anna slid the clippers backwards. She looked at what was left. Kay looked at what was there. Shorter than she expected.
'You sly devil' Kay said.
'Do you like it?' Anna asked.
'I haven't got much choice now, have I? What made you do that?' Kay asked.
'You said that you wanted to be cooler. This should do the trick' Anna said.
'Just wait until you're in this chair' Kay said, closing her eyes again to savour her wetness. She didn't know that Anna had such things in her. She usually did what was asked of her. There was obviously a darker side to her, the way that there is to everyone. She savoured the feeling of the clippers on her scalp. She had often thought about just having a "number one" but had never actually done it. She didn't know why, she just hadn't. She carried on watching as Anna made pass after pass across her scalp. She tried not to watch Anna, as she had promised herself that she would not make any move on her or even think of her as anything other than a co-worker and a friend. It was very difficult to keep to that resolution as she thought about what was happening to her at the moment. She looked different with the number one, but she liked it. Why hadn't she done it before?
Anna started to define the edges of the cut, making it look as good as she could get it. She was cleaning up Kay's neck with the guardless clippers when she had an idea. She wondered what Kay would think as she turned the clippers back the right way and eased them all the way around the edges of what was left of Kay's hair, shaving her hairline all the way round.
'I'm watching you' Kay said with a smile. She was so turned on by what Anna was doing that she had forgotten all about the couple who had come in earlier. Her only thoughts were about Anna and how she was doing something so unexpected. She was off-limits though!
A customer walked in. Anna told the man that she would be with him in a minute. The spell was broken. Anna hadn't shaved Kay's hair as high as she had intended, but she suspected from the way that Kay was watching so closely, that there would be another chance. She finished as quickly as she could and left Kay to clean up while she ushered the customer in to the other chair.
Kay stayed in her seat for a moment, brushing off little bits, looking at her surprise haircut. To be honest, she was a little afraid to get up in case Anna and the customer heard her squelch, she was that wet. She wondered about telling Anna just how much that had turned her on. She summoned up her courage and stood up, heading in to the back of the shop to check that she was still decent. She really wanted to rub herself, but didn't dare. She thought it best to go and read a magazine, to clear her head.
Alan and Fiona paid for their coffee and started walking again. Fiona still had a myriad thoughts going through her head. Why was Alan so intent on her cutting her hair all of a sudden? Did he just want to go back and see that barber woman again? She knew all about his roving eye, but surely he realised that the woman was gay. The way the she had looked at her, checked out her boobs, looked at her legs, she couldn't be anything other than gay. That would be quite a surprise for Alan, would take the wind out of his sails! I don't want to sleep with you, but I do rather fancy your wife! What would he say to that? He'd want to watch, probably. What would it be like? Would it be all gentle, licking and stroking or would it be big plastic things stuffed who knows where? Why did he want her to cut her hair? He looked good with his, she was even prepared to overlook the smell of some slut's perfume on his shirt last night if he would take her home and fuck right now.
They were approaching the barber's shop. They slowed down and looked to their right like they were on a military parade. There was the other woman, the one with long hair, with a customer. There she is, sitting in the same chair as when they saw her the first time. Her hair was so short. She had cut it. Fiona slowed even further, but Alan quickened his pace and was in the shop. Fiona saw the woman look up and smile at him.
'Us again' Alan said as the barberette looked up. She looked good with her hair so short. Would Fiona do that?
'On your own?' the woman asked him.
'My wife's just coming' he said.
That would make two of us if she gets in the chair, Kay thought.
'Don't be shy!' Kay said as the wife appeared in the doorway. Fiona stood and looked at the barberette, apologising for staring.
'Look Fiona, what do you think about something like that?' the man asked. Fiona looked at him. Why would he want her to do that? Why so short? What would everybody say? Why did he want to make her look like a lesbian?
'You have no idea how much it will cost you for me to cut my hair' she told him. He looked at her.
'For me, please' he said, hoping that she wasn't going to embarrass him. That barberette woman looked so hot, but what were the chances of fucking her? The next best thing would be to get Fiona to cut her hair. Right now, that would beat a hundred blowjobs in strange hotel rooms. Would probably even beat the slippery girl from the other night. Maybe. Christ, she's sitting down.
Fiona decided that she was going to do it. For him. Despite his wandering eye. It might keep his dick closer to home for a while. Then again, it might start something with the barberette woman for when he did start to roam again, she chuckled to herself. Perhaps that wasn't such a bad idea, she thought as the cape went over her. It felt so strange to be sitting there like that, next to a man while he was having his hair cut. Alan better make it up to her when they got home.
'So what are we doing?' the barberette asked, without waiting for an answer. She reached for the clippers from the shelf.
Fiona looked at Alan. Not like hers. Not straight away. Please. The thoughts stayed inside her head. The buzzing sound chased away her fear and replaced it with something else. A calmness. She hadn't expected that. Even as the clippers touched her temple and the first hank of hair fell, she was serene. She had enjoyed watching Alan get his head shaved. It had excited her. Now she was wet as she felt the clippers. More hair fell from the side of her head. It was so short. The top. Oh God. So wet. She watched as the hair was mown from her scalp. More and more fell, leaving less and less. Was she going to shave it all? What was Alan thinking? Was he happy now?
Alan watched the woman's backside as she moved around the chair. Fiona's hair was tumbling. How he wanted to squeeze the woman's cheeks, bend her over, run his fingers over her arse, slip between her buttocks. Fuck her with Fiona there, watching. He didn't think that Fiona would do it, not so short. He didn't know how she would react, wasn't sure if she would like it. Why did he like it? Was it just because he had persuaded her to do it. He was sure that she wasn't doing it because she wanted to. She was doing it for him. He was hard at the thought that after nine years, he could still get her to do things for him. Just for him.
Fiona's hair was all around her. The shortest stubble covered her head. Was she going to be shaved? What would it feel like, those clippers with no plastic thing on them? What would her head feel like, nothingness where there should be hair. They felt warm. The stubbly bits fell. The woman had done it. Shaved her. The woman at least had a little length on top. Her own was the same all over. It wasn't how she expected it. It looked good. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps she had worn her hair long when really she was a short-haired woman waiting to get out from under all that lot.
The clippers were quiet now, hardly anything left for them to feast on.
Kay looked at the woman. What had she been thinking? She had planned to do a "two" and a "one", the same as Anna had done for her, but it just felt so good to slide the "one" higher and higher, until it was too late. She really needed to take some personal time after all that had happened today. She was pleased that she was on a half-day. She looked at the man's face for his reaction. He hadn't seemed too interested once his wife got in the chair. Perhaps that's what got him off, a power thing? She wasn't sure and didn't care. She had enjoyed it, even if neither of them had. She didn't think that was the case though.
The woman stood up as Kay removed the gown. Kay looked at her carefully. Her dress flopped slightly. Brown cleavage, a glimpse of nipple. It was puckered, erect. Beautiful. If only she wasn't going to go home with the man. How good would it be to go for a drink, slip a hand down that dress. Feel her hardness.
The woman kept looking at herself in the mirror, running her hand over her scalp.
'I can't believe I just did that' she said.
That made three of us, the barberette thought. She felt bad, cruel, evil. She felt energised. She started to wonder whether she could persuade Anna to sit in the chair now. She knew that she wanted Anna to take her shorter.
The man and woman left. Kay reached for the broom and swept up the woman's hair, looking across at Anna who had finished her customer and who was now sitting just inside the backroom, where she could see but not really be seen.
'Enjoy that, did you?' Anna asked.
The barberette looked at her, smiled and sat down in the vacant chair.
'We have some unfinished business' she said before looking at herself in the mirror. She kept looking as Anna swirled the gown over her. She didn't waver as the clippers approached or as she saw what the clippers were doing. Her stubbly crown was becoming smooth without the need to say a word.
Anna wasn't sure whether Kay wanted to go for the number one all over, the same as she had just done for that woman. Then she thought that if Kay was prepared to take a client's wife from shoulder-length to a number one without any qualms, then she should be quite willing to go for a clipper shave herself. There wasn't a flinch of hesitation from Kay as the clippers made their first pass. If anything there was the hint of a smile. Kay looked good with no hair. Anna started to wonder just how much it would take to persuade Dave to let her try something like this. She wanted to, just to see what it felt like, but she wouldn't dare do it without him knowing first. She would talk to him. Fuck him and then talk to him, when he was at his most receptive. She finished with the clippers. Kay didn't move. She wondered. She decided. Kay sat motionless while Anna reached for the shaving foam.
Kay couldn't believe that Anna was actually going to shave her. Not that she didn't want it, she just didn't think that Anna had it in her. Perhaps she shouldn't be thought of as completely off-limits? Kay savoured Anna's touch as she smeared shaving foam over her scalp. Was she doing it that little bit too meticulously? Was Anna caressing her or was that just stupid? Was Anna, the confirmed cock-lover, revealing just a little curiosity in the other side? How Kay would love to introduce her to other, more subtle, pleasures. How she would love to cover Anna's head in shaving foam.
The razor moved slowly across Kay's scalp as she pondered the events of the day. How she had come in to work with her slightly out-grown cap of short hair and how she was going to go home smooth and shiny. She thought about the man's wife, wondering what the woman really thought about her shorn head now that the thrill had passed. Did she like it? Did it turn her on the way that her nipples suggested that the being clippered had turned her on? Would she come back? What would it mean if she did? Would that be a green light for Kay to make a move. So many questions. So many possibilities.
Anna had finished her work and was wiping stray bits of foam from around Kay's ears. She was bald. For the first time. Totally, fabulously bald. She stood up.
'I could kiss you!' Kay said. She would have loved to. She would have loved to run her tongue around Anna's lips, loved to show her just what she could do if only Anna would let her.
'Now, there's a thought' Anna laughed. She rubbed her hand over Kay's scalp. 'That should be a bit cooler' she said, turning away to put the towel in the basket.
'Just say the word when you're ready for me to return the favour' Kay said in jest. She looked at herself in the mirror, running her fingers over her naked scalp. She wanted someone to lick her bald head, to lick her pussy, to give her that tiny push that would take her over the edge.
Anna envied Kay's excitement. She wondered how long it would be before she was in the chair, Dave or no Dave.
'Good morning' she said, looking at the man first as she stood up.
'Good morning' he replied with a smile. He had seen the woman barberette when they had walked past the shop earlier and she was what had tipped him over the edge. He had been saying how hot he was for the past couple of days and his wife had suggested that he would be cooler if he had his hair cut. Shorter than usual. Then he had glimpsed this delightful creature as the two of them walked past on the way to get a coffee. Slim, long legs, great tits. Her brown hair was short, which made a change from his wife's long blonde hair. He had suggested several times that she cut it or dye it or something, just for a change, but she had never done anything about it.
The barberette smiled at the woman who looked around her before taking a seat. The newcomer started to flick through the pile of magazines on the table. A mixture of car magazines, Sunday newspaper magazines and the occasional lifestyle-type thing.
'What can I do for you today?' she asked.
'Tidy me up a bit, isn't that right darling?' he said, looking at the barberette and then his companion. The companion nodded her agreement.
'Okay. Take a seat and let's see' the barberette said. 'Lovely weather, isn't it?' she added as the man sat down.
'A bit too warm for me, that's why I thought I'd pop in here' the man commented, taking the time to appreciate the woman's body from closer quarters. Nice. He would like to get closer.
'It is a bit much at the minute, isn't it?' the companion replied, thinking about her own hair and how she too had thought about going shorter over the past couple of days. She looked at the stylist's short brown hair, thinking how it must be lovely to have a hairstyle that was so easy to look after, one that lets the breeze caress your neck.
The barberette covered the man with a gown, checking to see what the woman was doing. Flicking through a magazine without paying too much attention to what was in front of her by the look of it.
'So how much cooler do you want to feel?' the barberette asked him.
'I know what I'd love to do, but I'm not sure whether it would suit me or not' he replied. He wondered whether he should shave his head. Was that being stupid? Just because she had nice tits. Fiona was right there. She would be watching this woman with her hands all over him, well, his head at least.
'What's that?' the barberette asked, wanting to make quite sure what he meant.
'Just to take the lot off' he replied. There, he'd said it.
'Why do you think it wouldn't suit you?' she asked.
'I don't know. It's a big step. You can't put it back on if you don't like it, can you?' he smiled. She liked him. Her game of "guess the profession" suggested that he was a man who probably ran his own company, was doing very well and didn't have a boss to worry about. It was a game that she liked to play, just to make the day that little bit more interesting.
'What does your lady wife think about it?' the woman asked, looking across at the companion. She had stopped reading and was looking at the two of them, pensive.
'Are you ready for a short-haired man?' the barberette asked, distracting the woman from the magazine that she had been looking at.
'Definitely ready for him to be short, we're just toying with the idea of him shaving it all' the companion said. She smiled uncertainly.
'Would you like me to shave it?' the barberette asked the companion, looking at the way that the woman's dress had ridden up her thigh slightly. Her legs were tanned. Probably not a "back-yard" tan either. It was deep, even. She sensed something about this couple. There was something in the air.
'It's like Alan said, you can't put it back on if you don't like it. What do you think he should do?' the companion asked.
'You don't know until you've done it' the barberette replied, deciding that she was going to shave his head for him whatever he asked for. She looked across at the companion again as she sat forward. The dress moved just that little bit higher. The tanned swell of her cleavage was on view as she leaned to look at her husband more closely, as if that would help her decide.
The barberette turned away and took the clippers from the large hook on the left of her work-station. She looked at the man's dark, wavy hair. Looked at the way that it covered his ears and hid his collar. She turned them on.
'Wait' the man said. 'Can we do this in stages, so that I can see how it's going?' he added.
'It's so much more exciting just to go for it' the barberette replied, looking at the woman. 'Wouldn't you love to see that?' the barberette asked. The companion appeared to think about it, but the man had other ideas.
'Can we start with a three, or something?' he asked.
'Of course' the barberette replied, eager to conceal her disappointment, but knowing that she would get him there one way or the other.
'Isn't that still a bit long Alan?' If you're going to do it, just do it. It'll grow back' the companion said, thinking that there was something erotic in watching Alan get shorn, although she wasn't quite sure why it should give her that tingling feeling.
The barberette smiled, liking what she was hearing. She waited. She reached over and picked up an attachment. A number three, just as he had requested. She fitted it to the clippers and turned them on. She placed them at the man's neck and ran them up behind his ear, almost to his crown. She loved the way that the severed hair fell to his shoulder and then to the floor.
'That's a number three' she said.
The man reached out from under the cape and felt the area silently. Not as short as he thought it would be. He could definitely take it shorter. He sneaked a peek at the barberette woman. Even better close up. He would love to get in amongst those tits. He bet that she had big nipples, ready for him to tease with his teeth.
'What do you think?' the barberette asked the woman, sensing that she had an ally.
'I can't see properly' she said, getting up. A little more cleavage was revealed as she stood, the dress settling down to cover her thighs as she moved. She reached out to touch the short hair, glancing at the clump that lay on the floor. Her husband's hair. She touched the back of his head, stroked it with the back of her fingers and then ruffled the hair on his crown.
'It's still too long. Don't be a big baby, Alan' she said. She wanted to see the barber woman run the clippers all over his head.
The barberette looked at the woman, aware of her perfume. She was close. Very close. Close enough to touch and yet make it seem like an accident.
'I can take it right down around here and then we can decide what to do about the top, if you like' the barberette suggested to the woman.
'What do you think Alan? You'd be like a soldier' the woman suggested, intrigued at the idea of her husband look a bit less corporate and a bit more rugged.
'I'm not sure that I want to look like a soldier, Fiona' he replied.
'Do you want to see what it would look like, that short, while you're here?' the barberette asked the woman.
'Will there still be hair there?' Fiona asked, sounding interested. She was fairly sure that she wanted to see Alan bald, to have his bald head between her legs as he licked her.
'There can be. Or not' the barberette replied.
Fiona put her hand on Alan's shoulder.
'What do you say, love?' she asked, a hopeful tone in her voice.
'You seem to be the one deciding what to do, I'm just sitting here' he replied. Do it to me, I dare you, he thought.
Fiona looked at the barberette and smiled. The barberette slid the guard off the clippers and went over the patch that she had just cut, not quite as high as she had with the number three. She looked at Fiona to see her reaction.
Fiona looked at the patch of bare skin. She was excited at what this woman had just done to Alan, but ever so slightly worried that he would kill her for it. She hadn't expected the clippers to be quite so efficient. She expected some stubble at least, to give her the chance to call a halt if she needed to. But there was nothing. Nothing at all. She reached forward and stroked it. It was so strange. She liked it, but would he? Dare she ask this woman to do that all over. Would Alan look good without hair? She was sure that he would and was also sure that he would like it once the shock wore off. She was aware that the hairdresser was waiting for her, and thought that she had just caught the woman looking down her dress. Must be the tan. Barbados had been so wonderful. Lucky that Alan didn't do this before he went as it would have been too risky for him. He would have had to wear a hat all the time. May just as well have had his hair as wear a hat. It was different now that they were back home. It was hot, but not unbearably hot. Fiona nodded.
The barberette didn't need to be told twice. She positioned the clippers and then fixed the wife's gaze as she slid the blades across the man's scalp. She wanted to watch the woman's reaction as she saw the consequences of her decision. Her husband's hair was falling away. The barberette smiled at her. Fiona found it a little unnerving, difficult to concentrate on her husband while the other woman was looking at her. Thankfully the woman turned her attention to what she was doing.
The barberette worked quickly, wanting to get this part of it over with. The end result was decided, it was just a matter of getting there as quickly as possible. She stole another glance at the wife, watching proceedings intently. Still standing, but not quite as close as she was. The barberette switched the clippers off after a couple of minutes, their work done. The wife looked at the floor, following the trail of destruction from her husband's shoulders.
'That should be a bit cooler' the barberette said.
'I'll say!' the wife exclaimed, moving closer to touch her husband's scalp. She reached forward carefully, as if she was ready to recoil at the touch. She didn't.
'That is so weird!' she said, smiling nervously at the barberette.
'I can shave it properly, or I can use some oil. What do you fancy?' the barberette asked, looking straight at the woman.
'What will the oil do?' she asked.
'Give him a nice shine, make him feel softer to the touch' the barberette answered.
'I like the sound of that' the wife said.
Alan didn't get a vote, but was relieved in a way not to be clean-shaven. It would give him time to get used to his new haircut before deciding if he was going to go all the way.
The barberette tipped some oil into the palms of her hands and rubbed them together vigorously before applying them to his scalp. She rubbed him quickly and then more slowly, spreading the oil across his skin. She saw him in the mirror, closing his eyes.
Alan loved the feeling. It reminded him of his recent business trip. Reminded him of the Oriental girl in the massage parlour and the way that she oiled him and slid her entire body across his, time and again. He smiled at the thought of trying to hold on to her slippery body as he fucked her from behind, the way that he could easily enclose her small, pointy tits with his hands.
The barberette smiled at the woman. Looked at her tanned skin. Imagined slipping the dress off her shoulders and rubbing oil into her boobs. She wondered whether the woman would let her cut her hair.
'You'll have to do this for him when you get home' the barberette said.
'There's another job for me to do!' she said jokingly. The barberette liked the way that she smiled. She slid her hands over the guy's scalp again, her only pleasure coming from the thought of doing the same to the woman.
She massaged, the woman watched. The barberette watched the woman. Smiled at the woman. The woman wondered whether her husband was getting turned on, sitting there, with his cock hard while getting stroked liked that. The man wondered how he was going to be able to stand up without betraying himself. It was erotic, getting stroked like that. Was she dragging it out? Was she turned on? What about Fiona? He was afraid to open his eyes in case she gave him that accusing look of hers.
The barberette stopped the massage, moving to a basin to wash her hands. She went over to the man and took the gown off him, telling him that he was done. She left him to look at himself in the mirror, left the tanned woman to make appreciative noises as she touched his shiny dome.
The barberette picked up the clippers again and attracted the woman's attention.
'These work on women too, you know' she said.
The tanned woman looked at her.
'You'd be a lot cooler as well' the barberette said.
The tanned woman carried on looking at her.
'What do you think?' the barberette asked the man. 'Your wife would really suit short hair, don't you think? It would bring out her eyes and show off that lovely long neck of hers.'
'She's right you know Fiona, you should get rid of all that hair' he said. A brave man.
'If only it was as easy as that' the wife answered.
'It's not that hard' the man replied, thinking to himself that it was actually very hard indeed, just not the way that the barberette woman thought! It was starting to be uncomfortable, but he was reluctant to try to adjust himself with both women watching him. He would have to wait for the right moment.
'You know what I mean. It's alright for you, you're a man, but women just aren't expected to have such short hair' the wife replied, still without actually saying "no".
'I don't know about that. As soon as my colleague comes back from her errand, I'll be sitting in that chair myself. I've had enough of this' she said, running her hand through her hair. She looked at the woman while she played with her hair.
'Really? How short are you going?' the wife asked, interested.
'A two and a one. Bit shorter than usual' she said.
The wife's eyes lit up. That interested her. Here was another woman, attractive, hair short already, saying that she was going to get it cut even shorter. She didn't know if she could do it herself though. She watched as the barberette woman took her hand down, looking back at her as she did. The barberette woman seemed to smile at her again. This unnerved the wife a little. The barberette woman had been paying a little too much attention to her. Even when Alan was having his scalp massaged, the barberette woman seemed to spend more time looking in her direction.
'Not today' the wife said.
'What better time could there be?' the husband asked. He was starting to wonder why he was still so hard. Was it still because of the massage or was it the thought of watching his wife get her hair cut off? Hair that she spent too much time and money on. Hair that made them late when they went out. Hair that he delighted in pulling when he fucked her. He knew that she didn't like that.
'Tell you what, why don't you go and have a coffee and a chat. See what you want to do' the barberette said as she saw her colleague walk back in to the shop. 'Hi Anna' she said.
'Hi Kay' the newcomer said, holding a cardboard tray with two coffees on. She breezed past the group and headed for the backroom.
The man reached for his wallet, not commenting on the barberette's suggestion at first.
'Come on, Fiona, a coffee sounds good' he said after a moment.
The barberette took the money and watched as the pair left the shop.
'See you later' she called after them, watching the woman's backside as she walked. She was pleased with the way that she was able to get some pleasure out of that guy's visit. If he had been on his own he may have been a little overpowering. She got the feeling that he would have been after more than a haircut. The barberette went into the backroom to find Anna and her coffee.
'You couldn't do something about this for me could you Anna, before anyone else comes in?' she asked, running her hand through her hair. She was really regretting not getting it cut before.
Anna smiled and got up. She liked cutting Kay's hair. It was so easy to just run the clippers over, rather than having to concentrate too much, the way that Kay had to when she trimmed Anna's own shoulder length hair. She handed Kay a coffee and the two of them headed back into the salon. Kay set her cup on the worktop and picked up a gown. She sat down and made herself comfortable, letting Anna make the final adjustments to the gown for her. This was when she was at her happiest at work, caped and waiting for the clippers. Even though Anna wasn't gay, Kay thought that she got some pleasure out of cutting her hair. If only Anna knew what Kay would like to do to her when she was in the chair. She thought about the guy who had smiled while she massaged his scalp. She wondered what was going through his head at that moment. Was he hard while she did it? She suspected that he was and smiled again at how disappointed he would have been if only he had known. The clippers came on. Kay thought about the guy's wife. Thought about her in the chair. Would she come back? What did she look like naked? What did she feel like? What would she taste like?
Kay felt the clippers on her head. She felt the tell-tale wetness in her pussy. She closed her eyes. Her hair was coming off. She was happy.
Anna looked at the way Kay's eyes closed as soon as she felt the clippers. It was so obvious that Kay got off on having her hair cut, but the strange thing was, Anna didn't mind. She wasn't gay herself, but she was open-minded enough to live and let live. She liked to see Kay happy and doing this certainly seemed to do it, whatever else was going on in her personal life. Anna wondered whether she would feel the same way if she let Kay clipper her hair like this. It could never happen. Not while she was with Dave anyway. He was a resolutely "long-haired" person. She liked the way that he wrapped her hair around his cock and tugged himself before he screwed her. Every time. Perhaps he had a hair-thing too. She hadn't thought about that before. She would have to ask him.
'I should have asked you. Are we doing the usual?' Anna asked.
'I was going to go to a two and a one this time. It's so hot, I just want it shorter.'
Anna looked at the number three going over the top of Kay's head, returning her to her usual length. Kay had asked for a two. She wondered whether she should take it to a number one. Would Kay like that or would it make her mad? Should she ask?
'Shall I just make you cooler?' Anna asked.
'Please, do, it's driving me mad. I don't know how you can stand it with your long hair' Kay replied.
Anna took the clippers from Kay's head and slipped the guard off. She reached for the number two on the counter. She picked up the number one. She slid it over the clipper head.
'What's the worst that she'll do?' Anna wondered as she placed the clippers at Kay's forehead. Would Kay want to know? Would she enjoy it more?
'Open your eyes a sec' Anna said.
She watched in the mirror until she saw Kay do as she was told. Kay looked at herself in the mirror, smiling at the sight of the strip of shorter hair. She was on her way. Anna slid the clippers backwards. She looked at what was left. Kay looked at what was there. Shorter than she expected.
'You sly devil' Kay said.
'Do you like it?' Anna asked.
'I haven't got much choice now, have I? What made you do that?' Kay asked.
'You said that you wanted to be cooler. This should do the trick' Anna said.
'Just wait until you're in this chair' Kay said, closing her eyes again to savour her wetness. She didn't know that Anna had such things in her. She usually did what was asked of her. There was obviously a darker side to her, the way that there is to everyone. She savoured the feeling of the clippers on her scalp. She had often thought about just having a "number one" but had never actually done it. She didn't know why, she just hadn't. She carried on watching as Anna made pass after pass across her scalp. She tried not to watch Anna, as she had promised herself that she would not make any move on her or even think of her as anything other than a co-worker and a friend. It was very difficult to keep to that resolution as she thought about what was happening to her at the moment. She looked different with the number one, but she liked it. Why hadn't she done it before?
Anna started to define the edges of the cut, making it look as good as she could get it. She was cleaning up Kay's neck with the guardless clippers when she had an idea. She wondered what Kay would think as she turned the clippers back the right way and eased them all the way around the edges of what was left of Kay's hair, shaving her hairline all the way round.
'I'm watching you' Kay said with a smile. She was so turned on by what Anna was doing that she had forgotten all about the couple who had come in earlier. Her only thoughts were about Anna and how she was doing something so unexpected. She was off-limits though!
A customer walked in. Anna told the man that she would be with him in a minute. The spell was broken. Anna hadn't shaved Kay's hair as high as she had intended, but she suspected from the way that Kay was watching so closely, that there would be another chance. She finished as quickly as she could and left Kay to clean up while she ushered the customer in to the other chair.
Kay stayed in her seat for a moment, brushing off little bits, looking at her surprise haircut. To be honest, she was a little afraid to get up in case Anna and the customer heard her squelch, she was that wet. She wondered about telling Anna just how much that had turned her on. She summoned up her courage and stood up, heading in to the back of the shop to check that she was still decent. She really wanted to rub herself, but didn't dare. She thought it best to go and read a magazine, to clear her head.
Alan and Fiona paid for their coffee and started walking again. Fiona still had a myriad thoughts going through her head. Why was Alan so intent on her cutting her hair all of a sudden? Did he just want to go back and see that barber woman again? She knew all about his roving eye, but surely he realised that the woman was gay. The way the she had looked at her, checked out her boobs, looked at her legs, she couldn't be anything other than gay. That would be quite a surprise for Alan, would take the wind out of his sails! I don't want to sleep with you, but I do rather fancy your wife! What would he say to that? He'd want to watch, probably. What would it be like? Would it be all gentle, licking and stroking or would it be big plastic things stuffed who knows where? Why did he want her to cut her hair? He looked good with his, she was even prepared to overlook the smell of some slut's perfume on his shirt last night if he would take her home and fuck right now.
They were approaching the barber's shop. They slowed down and looked to their right like they were on a military parade. There was the other woman, the one with long hair, with a customer. There she is, sitting in the same chair as when they saw her the first time. Her hair was so short. She had cut it. Fiona slowed even further, but Alan quickened his pace and was in the shop. Fiona saw the woman look up and smile at him.
'Us again' Alan said as the barberette looked up. She looked good with her hair so short. Would Fiona do that?
'On your own?' the woman asked him.
'My wife's just coming' he said.
That would make two of us if she gets in the chair, Kay thought.
'Don't be shy!' Kay said as the wife appeared in the doorway. Fiona stood and looked at the barberette, apologising for staring.
'Look Fiona, what do you think about something like that?' the man asked. Fiona looked at him. Why would he want her to do that? Why so short? What would everybody say? Why did he want to make her look like a lesbian?
'You have no idea how much it will cost you for me to cut my hair' she told him. He looked at her.
'For me, please' he said, hoping that she wasn't going to embarrass him. That barberette woman looked so hot, but what were the chances of fucking her? The next best thing would be to get Fiona to cut her hair. Right now, that would beat a hundred blowjobs in strange hotel rooms. Would probably even beat the slippery girl from the other night. Maybe. Christ, she's sitting down.
Fiona decided that she was going to do it. For him. Despite his wandering eye. It might keep his dick closer to home for a while. Then again, it might start something with the barberette woman for when he did start to roam again, she chuckled to herself. Perhaps that wasn't such a bad idea, she thought as the cape went over her. It felt so strange to be sitting there like that, next to a man while he was having his hair cut. Alan better make it up to her when they got home.
'So what are we doing?' the barberette asked, without waiting for an answer. She reached for the clippers from the shelf.
Fiona looked at Alan. Not like hers. Not straight away. Please. The thoughts stayed inside her head. The buzzing sound chased away her fear and replaced it with something else. A calmness. She hadn't expected that. Even as the clippers touched her temple and the first hank of hair fell, she was serene. She had enjoyed watching Alan get his head shaved. It had excited her. Now she was wet as she felt the clippers. More hair fell from the side of her head. It was so short. The top. Oh God. So wet. She watched as the hair was mown from her scalp. More and more fell, leaving less and less. Was she going to shave it all? What was Alan thinking? Was he happy now?
Alan watched the woman's backside as she moved around the chair. Fiona's hair was tumbling. How he wanted to squeeze the woman's cheeks, bend her over, run his fingers over her arse, slip between her buttocks. Fuck her with Fiona there, watching. He didn't think that Fiona would do it, not so short. He didn't know how she would react, wasn't sure if she would like it. Why did he like it? Was it just because he had persuaded her to do it. He was sure that she wasn't doing it because she wanted to. She was doing it for him. He was hard at the thought that after nine years, he could still get her to do things for him. Just for him.
Fiona's hair was all around her. The shortest stubble covered her head. Was she going to be shaved? What would it feel like, those clippers with no plastic thing on them? What would her head feel like, nothingness where there should be hair. They felt warm. The stubbly bits fell. The woman had done it. Shaved her. The woman at least had a little length on top. Her own was the same all over. It wasn't how she expected it. It looked good. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps she had worn her hair long when really she was a short-haired woman waiting to get out from under all that lot.
The clippers were quiet now, hardly anything left for them to feast on.
Kay looked at the woman. What had she been thinking? She had planned to do a "two" and a "one", the same as Anna had done for her, but it just felt so good to slide the "one" higher and higher, until it was too late. She really needed to take some personal time after all that had happened today. She was pleased that she was on a half-day. She looked at the man's face for his reaction. He hadn't seemed too interested once his wife got in the chair. Perhaps that's what got him off, a power thing? She wasn't sure and didn't care. She had enjoyed it, even if neither of them had. She didn't think that was the case though.
The woman stood up as Kay removed the gown. Kay looked at her carefully. Her dress flopped slightly. Brown cleavage, a glimpse of nipple. It was puckered, erect. Beautiful. If only she wasn't going to go home with the man. How good would it be to go for a drink, slip a hand down that dress. Feel her hardness.
The woman kept looking at herself in the mirror, running her hand over her scalp.
'I can't believe I just did that' she said.
That made three of us, the barberette thought. She felt bad, cruel, evil. She felt energised. She started to wonder whether she could persuade Anna to sit in the chair now. She knew that she wanted Anna to take her shorter.
The man and woman left. Kay reached for the broom and swept up the woman's hair, looking across at Anna who had finished her customer and who was now sitting just inside the backroom, where she could see but not really be seen.
'Enjoy that, did you?' Anna asked.
The barberette looked at her, smiled and sat down in the vacant chair.
'We have some unfinished business' she said before looking at herself in the mirror. She kept looking as Anna swirled the gown over her. She didn't waver as the clippers approached or as she saw what the clippers were doing. Her stubbly crown was becoming smooth without the need to say a word.
Anna wasn't sure whether Kay wanted to go for the number one all over, the same as she had just done for that woman. Then she thought that if Kay was prepared to take a client's wife from shoulder-length to a number one without any qualms, then she should be quite willing to go for a clipper shave herself. There wasn't a flinch of hesitation from Kay as the clippers made their first pass. If anything there was the hint of a smile. Kay looked good with no hair. Anna started to wonder just how much it would take to persuade Dave to let her try something like this. She wanted to, just to see what it felt like, but she wouldn't dare do it without him knowing first. She would talk to him. Fuck him and then talk to him, when he was at his most receptive. She finished with the clippers. Kay didn't move. She wondered. She decided. Kay sat motionless while Anna reached for the shaving foam.
Kay couldn't believe that Anna was actually going to shave her. Not that she didn't want it, she just didn't think that Anna had it in her. Perhaps she shouldn't be thought of as completely off-limits? Kay savoured Anna's touch as she smeared shaving foam over her scalp. Was she doing it that little bit too meticulously? Was Anna caressing her or was that just stupid? Was Anna, the confirmed cock-lover, revealing just a little curiosity in the other side? How Kay would love to introduce her to other, more subtle, pleasures. How she would love to cover Anna's head in shaving foam.
The razor moved slowly across Kay's scalp as she pondered the events of the day. How she had come in to work with her slightly out-grown cap of short hair and how she was going to go home smooth and shiny. She thought about the man's wife, wondering what the woman really thought about her shorn head now that the thrill had passed. Did she like it? Did it turn her on the way that her nipples suggested that the being clippered had turned her on? Would she come back? What would it mean if she did? Would that be a green light for Kay to make a move. So many questions. So many possibilities.
Anna had finished her work and was wiping stray bits of foam from around Kay's ears. She was bald. For the first time. Totally, fabulously bald. She stood up.
'I could kiss you!' Kay said. She would have loved to. She would have loved to run her tongue around Anna's lips, loved to show her just what she could do if only Anna would let her.
'Now, there's a thought' Anna laughed. She rubbed her hand over Kay's scalp. 'That should be a bit cooler' she said, turning away to put the towel in the basket.
'Just say the word when you're ready for me to return the favour' Kay said in jest. She looked at herself in the mirror, running her fingers over her naked scalp. She wanted someone to lick her bald head, to lick her pussy, to give her that tiny push that would take her over the edge.
Anna envied Kay's excitement. She wondered how long it would be before she was in the chair, Dave or no Dave.
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