J.lip
It was a very sunny Tuesday when a Mrs. Hendrickson came into my barbershop. I was certainly surprised to see her. We knew each other, she was a socialite who always wore designer clothes and carried herself like the respectable woman she was.
”Mornin’, Mrs Hendrickson”,I gave her a welcoming nod,”I wasn’t expecting you but it’s always nice to see you”
”Likewise”,the lady replied as she gave me a big hug. I dusted off my chair and invited her to sit in it. She daintily took her seat and I swiveled the seat to face the mirror.
”What are we doing today?”I asked with a smile.
Mrs Hendrickson lightly smiled back and said,”You know, this might be the last time you see me wearing a pantsuit and pearls. And hair for that matter”
I was a bit confused and so queried,”How so?”
”Well”,she beamed as she went on to say,”I got a mining job and I don’t to struggle with keeping my hair neat and tidy all day long”
”So, you want…”I trailed off my next question.
”A zero-zero buzzcut, please”,my customer requested.
I took a two second pause before I just nodded and flipped a blue cape over Mrs Hendrickson’s torso. She started to take out her pearl earrings as I took the clippers off from their hook. Mrs Hendrickson already had short, black hair hair that was styled for someone her age. I couldn’t fathom buzzing it all off but it was my job and I need to eat to.
My feet took their place behind the chair and I asked,”Are you ready?”
The woman nodded and so I revved up my device and slicked back Mrs Hendrickson’s hairline. Her eyes seemed to dilate when I made the first pass over her head. When the clippers made their way off of Mrs Hendrickson’s scalp via through her nape, Mrs Hendrickson did not waste running her fingers down the short-stubbly strip. She found it immensely pleasurable.
I continued to buzz all of her hair off her scalp, only leaving very short and fine stalks that were barely visible on her head. It was such a massacre in my eyes but my client loved having such microscopic hair. The clippers were switched off and I grabbed a razor from a small box. With it, I defined Mrs. Hendrickson’s hairline and cleaned up and around her neckline.
”Ooh, I love this”,Mrs Hendrickson started rubbing her hands all over her head as I took off the cape and swept up the cut hair off the floor.She got out of the chair and asked how much I changed for the haircut. She paid me and took her leave, ecstatically waving at me as she left my shop.
