Karma_is_a__cat
Jordan was heading out to meet a friend at a coffee shop when she saw herself in the mirror. Her hair was long — longer than it had ever been in her life. The glossy brown strands passed her breasts and were still damp from her earlier shower. She could tell the ends desperately needed a trim — it was obvious even when wet. She frowned, at least she had an appointment with her stylist soon.
Truthfully, Jordan never liked having long hair. Every day when she was in high school, she would tie it up in a top knot or pull it back away from her face so it didn’t get in her way during soccer practice. Most days, she didn’t feel like doing it and found it more trouble than it was worth. The only reason why she never wore her hair short was because her mom insisted she keep it long. It was prettier that way, she said, and most of the other girls at high school had long hair too. Jordan never protested since it was easy enough to tie it in a bun, but maybe now that she was in college, it was the time for a change.
As she readied to leave her dorm, Jordon combed through her luxurious caramel hair, leaving smooth ends in her wake. Her signature red baseball cap added a playful touch, paired with her trusty Jansport backpack. At age 20, Jordon’s slim, athletic figure and smoldering green eyes beautifully complemented her natural beauty. Although she didn’t put too much emphasis on it, she knew she was pretty. Whenever she ventured to the local nightclub with friends, she often had to deflect advances from locals and fellow college students, especially when she took the time to flat iron or blow dry her hair.
As she walked to the coffee shop, the July sun heated her hair, making it feel like a warm scarf on her neck. It was a good ten-minute walk. By the time she reached the entrance, sweat beads had formed on her neck and forehead. As she passed by the local salon, seeing a picture of a girl with a pixie cut, she thought about how much cooler and easier it would be to have that kind of haircut. A buzzed nape with longer side-swept bands would keep her neck cool during the summer. Or even an undercut with buzzed back and sides and the top hitting below her ears.
When she arrived at the coffee shop, she saw that her friend August had already secured a seat for her and sat next to him. August was a political science and philosophy double major and several years older than her. She’d first noticed him in her 400-level Philosophy course, which she was taking over the summer as part of her major. She first noticed August for his sleek black hair and Mediterranean features. In class, he was quiet but clever, using his words carefully. Whenever they hung out, their topics spanned from movies, philosophy, politics, gender roles, history, drugs, and just about anything someone could have a strong opinion on. They had long conversations between their sporadic hookups and texted each other nearly every day. In truth, she was still figuring out where she stood with him.
“So, how about last night?” Jordan asked as she took the seat next to August. Today, he wore light-wash jeans paired with a white t-shirt that showed off the dark ink on his arm.
“Yeah, what about it?” Although he smirked playfully, Jordan thought she detected neutrality in his tone, as if they had merely brushed hands. She was used to guys staring at her, but today, it seemed like he was looking past her with fleeting interest.
“Oh, nothing,” she said. “It’s just that I bet you’ve never done that before.”
August laughed. “No, actually, I have. Many times before.”
“Many, many times?” She retorted playfully.
“Yes,” he said. “It’s really not that exciting.”
“Okay, Mr. Cool guy,” she replied, trying to mask the sting of his comment. Many of the guys she had casually dated in college always seemed eager to pursue her, but August was different. And as they launched deeper into conversation, discussing their weekend plans and what not, August seemed almost bored by the conversation, speaking in a flat monotone. Jordan wondered if he was losing interest in her. She found that thought disappointing. Secretly, she lived for the thrill of August sneaking into her apartment and screwing her on the kitchen table. And it hurt a bit to think he didn’t feel the same for her.
“God, I can’t wait to get a haircut,” she said, getting distracted by one of her gnarly split ends.
“Oh, you’re getting your haircut. Planning on doing anything different?” August asked, his deep brown eyes focused on her. Jordan shrugged. “I’ve thought about it, but I doubt my stylist will do anything more than a trim. She’s been doing my hair for years and always convinces me to keep it long.”
August finished taking a sip of his coffee. “That’s a shame. I think you’d look great with short hair.”
“You think so?” Jordan’s eyes widened. It was pretty rare for August to serve her a compliment.
“Yeah, honestly. I think you’d look much better. Or at least different than every other girl on campus.”
Jordan picked up a strand of her hair. She’d been lazy about getting trims this school year, so the hair hung past her armpits. “I think you’re right. I think I’ll take off a few inches next time I’m at the salon.”
“I think you should go even shorter.” Early in the conversation, August seemed almost lethargic, but now he seemed animated, excited even. “Why not try a pixie or an undercut?”
Jordan twiddled her thumbs. Jordan watched the waitress behind them clean off the table. The waitress had an undercut and a henna-style tattoo on her shoulder. “That would be fun,” she admitted. “I’ll have to think about it.”
“Hmm…we’ll if you ever need a haircut, I’d be happy to give you one myself.” He flashed her a devilish smile, which took her by surprise. Last time they were together, he had grabbed her by the hair and fucked her from behind. The idea of his strong thick arms taking the scissors through her excited her.
“Do you even know how to do hair?” She asked.
“Actually, yes,” he responded. “I used to be a barber before starting school.”
August took out his phone and pulled up the Instagram page for a nice-looking barbershop. Most of the pictures were of men with fades, but there was the occasional woman sporting a shorter pixie cut. Jordan widened her eyes because in all their conversations, he had never mentioned being a barber.
“Oh well…I’ll have to think about it.”
“I just have to ask one thing,” asked August. “Have you ever thought about shaving your head?”
Jordan thought about GI Jane or Charlize Theron from Mad Max. “Honestly, I’d like to do it at some point in my life. It looks pretty badass. Not now, but maybe later.”
“Hmph, well, if you are ever bored of your hair, I’d be happy to give you a haircut myself.”
“How much do you charge?”
“I’d do it for free,” he said. “Hell, I’ll even pay you if you let me pick the style.”
Jordan thought about it for a second. The offer was tempting. The idea of getting her haircut without knowing the style seemed especially thrilling, but at the same time, she didn’t want to rush into the decision.
“Let me think about it.”
–
A few days later, Jordan returned to campus with a fresh haircut. She’d gone into the salon with several pictures of shoulder-length hair, but in the end, it was too sizable of a chop for her hairdresser to move forward with the cut — at least without getting her mother’s permission first. She ended up only taking off a few inches. Jordan’s luxurious locks fell to the middle of her back, nearly unchanged from before.
Jordan combed her hair to prepare to go to the pharmacy. Her blunt ends felt smooth and healthy, still sparkling from the fresh haircut. As she readied to leave the house, a woman with short curly hair and shaved sides walked through her store. Jenna, her roommate, turned around and gave her a smile.
“Holy shit, I didn’t recognize you.” Jenna had transformed her curly brown mane into a 360 undercut with tight curls on top. Jordan had never seen her look cooler.
“Do you not love it?” She smiled.
“It looks fucking incredible,” replied Jordan, reaching for her tight curls. The new cut showed off Jenna’s slender neck and multiple ear piercings. Jordan thought she looked like a badass fairy godmother.
“Weren’t you supposed to get your hair cut too?” She asked.
“Yeah, but my hairdresser had other plans.”
“God. If your mom doesn’t like how you cut your hair, she can just get over it. You’re literally an adult now.”
“I know, right.”
“We can start the school year with our new haircuts together. I think you should totally go for it. You can even call your weird barber friend. I mean, really, what’s the worst he can do?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Jordan replied, texting August. He replied immediately and texted Jordan the address of his place. Jordan felt giddy. She decided to curl her hair one last time and posted a photo on Instagram, receiving more than a hundred likes by the next morning.
–
Jordan pulled up to the house, matching the address August texted her. It was an unremarkable little house with overgrown hedges and black shutters. The driveway was empty, signaling his roommates were out of town. When she left her apartment, her lacy black tank top and mini skirt seemed appropriate for the occasion, but now, as she pulled into the shabby little house, she couldn’t help but feel slightly overdressed. She knocked gingerly on the door, and August greeted her in a tight v-neck and dark jeans. He widened his eyes, seeming surprised at her choice of outfit.
“Wow, you look…” he said.
“…hot?” she countered, completing his sentence.
“Just a little bit overdressed,” he said with a smile. “You wouldn’t want to get hair all over that pretty little outfit of yours?”
“Well, I could always take it off and then put it back on.”
August laughed. “To be honest, your hair is looking a little bit greasy. Maybe we can freshen you up in the shower before the cut.”
Jordan frowned, glimpsing at the mirror in his kitchen. She supposed he was right about her hair being a bit greasy and wished she had noticed before coming here.
As he ushered her into his bedroom, it was clear that he had cleaned his room to prepare for her visit. It was free of the usual college messiness — no dirty laundry strewn around, no stacked textbooks cluttering the room, just a leather barber chair parked between his dresser and bed.
As he left to grab something from the bathroom, she remembered his demeanor toward her in class that day. It was completely different from how he treated her in the coffee stop. When she walked in, he’d seemed almost excited to see her, giving her a genuine smile, and seemed disappointed when she couldn’t stay too long after class. From that memory, she figured out that he was beyond happy to give her this haircut. She wondered if there was a sexual element to it or if he just found it fun.
August cleared his throat when he returned. “Before we begin, I just want to make sure that you will be okay with whatever haircut I give you.”
Jordan stood awkwardly in front of the chair. “Umm…I guess, as long as it looks good,” she said. “You’re not planning on making me look ugly, are you?”
August shook his head.
“Well, as long as you don’t cut it too short, I’m okay.”
“Oh — I won’t do it right away. At least not until you’re comfortable with the length first.” He smiled.
That’s when she noticed his collection of haircutting tools — scissors, a cape, and even clippers — arranged in a neat row on his dresser.
“Oh, can you make sure to tie my hair into ponytails so I can donate it when I’m done?”
“I’ll be sure to do that. No problem. You’re gonna look really good when I’m done with you.”
Jordan’s heart was thumping. She hadn’t been this nervous since her calculus final last semester. She took a last glimpse at the hair she was about to shed and then at the collection of haircutting tools, feeling a tingling sensation down below. His preparedness and the fact that they were mere inches from his bed turned her on.
“Before we begin, do you mind if I wash your hair?”
Jordan shook her head, growing increasingly wet as he peeled off her tank top and the bra underneath, running his mouth over her exposed shoulders. Using his lips, traced down her arm until he reached her fingertips and then squeezed her hand. With his other hand, he reached under her skirt and fondled her pussy.
Within just a few beats, she had completely undressed for him and was now in his shower. The hot water took a while to soak through her thick hair. When it did, August took a handful of shampoo and rubbed it all over her scalp. She tried to imagine what she looked like from behind, the curtain of hair covering most of her back but leaving her pale, perky ass in full view. She couldn’t see, but somewhere along the line, August had removed his clothes, too and was guiding her hips onto his hardened cock. With almost no resistance, he slid it into her pussy, and it filled her like no other cock before had. He used her hair as a handle to thrust her back and forth, each jolt sending pleasure through her body. It didn’t take long for him to finish, his cum soaking deep into her pussy. With his final thrust, she moaned in ecstasy and used the rest of the time in the shower to work on herself, the hot water and lavender shampoo adding to her pleasure as she played with her pussy. For a while, she sat on his shower floor, fondling herself until the pleasure mounted, and she found herself squirting into his drain. The entire time, August stood behind her, stroking his dick until she came. By the time she finished, he was already growing hard again. She opened her mouth, the semi-softness of his dick launching deeper into her mouth until August slid it out of his mouth.
“I think that’s enough for now,” he said, and he took the shower head and sprayed it all over Jordan’s head and vagina, removing the excess suds.
After their shower, they spent several minutes drying Jordan’s hair with the blow dryer until it returned to its former sunkissed brown. Jordan was impressed how a simple blow dry and trim could transform her hair from a limp mess into something photo-worthy. When she shook out her hair, the glossy strands moved with the light.
She let August take pictures of her naked body and freshly trimmed hair. In the photos, which he had taken with his DSLR, her hair glistened in the light, looking long and healthy. She would become shocked at the length when she’d stumble on the photo months later.
August showed her the picture through the viewfinder.
“Take a long look because you’re not going to look like this for a really long time.”
She was naked and about to be shorn. The trim, the sex, the photo shoot, it had all happened so quickly that Jordan didn’t even have time to process that she was about to lose something she had for her entire life.
She sat down in August’s chair. Her boobs and shaved pussy were in full view in the mirror. He pulled out a white cape and fastened it to her neck.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes!” she said. The closest she had to short hair was when her mom let her cut it to her shoulder in 9th grade. She’d loved the length then. How bouncy and free it felt, even if it did pull back as easily. She couldn’t wait to go much shorter.
Before she could react, August took the scissors, cut off a chunk of her hair, and handed her the severed strand. Jordan felt the missing piece near the top of her head. It was just a few inches long, shorter than she imagined cutting her hair. She couldn’t help but laugh.
“Just a little tease,” August smirked, trading the scissors for a comb and elastic. The little piece of hair looked silly, sticking over the rest of her hair. Although she had wanted a longer pixie, she thought a shorter one would feel breezy and liberating. August sectioned the sides and back of her hair into ponytails and put the top into a little bun. She thought about how cool her hair would feel once the scissors had done their bidding.
She smiled in excitement as August picked up his clippers. He turned them on. They roared to life. The buzzing sound filled up the room as it moved toward her head. Its noise changed as it effortlessly sliced through the first ponytail. There was no going back now! The first ponytail fell to the ground. As the clippers shorn the hair on her nape, she realized she forgot to ask what guard he was using. It almost felt as if the clippers themselves were touching her neck. She felt very exposed and vulnerable. But she loved the idea of the neck being very short. That was the part of her hair that became unbearable during the summer heat.
As the second ponytail fell, Jordan wondered when August would switch out the guard. She was facing the mirror but had no idea what was going on the back of her head. She felt the clippers work up the curve of her skull, nearing the top of her head, and then around the sides until they reached her ear. The hair that remained was just a faint dusting of light brown, short enough to appear lighter than the rest of her hair. Using his other hand, he folded down her ear and then shaved around it with the clippers and did the same for the other side. Chunks of hair fell from her head onto the cape and hardwood, where they formed an ever-increasing pile.
When he finished shaving the back and sides of her head, he released the bun, sending cascading strands of brown hair over the freshly shorn bottom. Jordan couldn’t believe what she saw in the mirror. Besides looking a bit thinner, it was almost the same. No one would be able to tell she had done anything until she lifted up the hair and revealed the shaved sides. It was a really cool look, and she liked it a lot. The shaved bits reminded her of velvet, and she loved that she could go from her normal self to having an edgy undercut by just putting her hair up. Still, she thought the top was much too long and couldn’t wait to see it cut, too.
Before starting the second cut, August recombed the top part and then gathered it into a ponytail. Pulling it so that it started several inches from her head, August used a sharp pair of scissors to effortlessly slice through the ponytail, cutting below the elastic and handing her the hair when he was done. Using a spray bottle, he wet the remainder of her jagged mop and started cutting the rest of the hair. First, he hacked away at the majority of the length until it was just a few inches. Then he started grabbing slices and cutting the hair just above his fingers. Jordan didn’t even have time to process how short he was cutting the hair or even time to think about if she liked it. All she knew was that it was going to be boy short in the end, beyond the long pixie she had envisioned, and he was working too quickly for her to feel like she could stop him. What she imagined took a normal hairdresser 10-15 minutes, August finished in rapid speed. Jordan touched the little bit of hair on the top of her head. What she was left with could be best described as a shaved pixie, the top well layered to reduce the bulk, with a micro bang that barely covered her forehead. Jordan widened her eyes, thinking of the insanity of it all. She’d never imagined cutting her hair this short, and it was shocking to see how different she looked with her ears fully exposed.
“What do you think about it?”
Jordan felt the back and then the wet hair on top and then the back again. “It’s very short.”
“You don’t hate it, do you?”
She shook her head no. Using her fingers, she brushed through her tiny bit of hair. She could see herself getting used to this little Rosemary’s Baby haircut, but at the time, it was a lot.
“Okay, well, I’m just going to do one quick little thing,” said August, taking out his clippers. She figured he was going to clean up the back or something, but what he did instead was something she would remember for the rest of her life. He flicked them on and, starting from the back of her head, mowed a clear path right through the center of her head! Jordan bit her lip so she wouldn’t scream. August snickered, sounding somewhere between a naughty schoolboy and a cartoon villain.
“I’m guessing this isn’t what you had in mind?”
Jordan shook her head, nearly in tears. No, it wasn’t! She thought, but she was too paralyzed to even speak.
“I’m not giving you something you didn’t ask for,” he said with a naughty grin. “But if you’re too scared, I’m happy to stop.”
“I can handle it,” she said, trying to look stoic through her teary eyes.
Then he carved another path of pale skin onto the top of her head. After a few more swipes, she had an old man haircut, and then a few more, she looked like Gollum. More hair fell onto his bedroom floor. What had once been her best feature now lay lifelessly on the ground. He pressed her ears down one at a time using his fingers and then shaved the last strands by her hairline. A figure with large green eyes stared back at her in the mirror.
When August dropped the clippers and rushed to the other room, Jordan felt too scared to move, like the woman in the mirror would strangle her if she tried to escape. Slowly, after the paralysis came to pass, she lifted her hand and stared to feel around her scalp. The divot she felt when she rubbed her hair in the shower was now visible. She thought the shape of her skull looked like an alien’s. It was wide and much larger than she realized, with crescent ears sticking out of the sides. She moved her fingers up and down the scalp, feeling the harsh pricks of the hairs. She thought she looked hideous.
She was about to tear off the cape and head home when August returned to the room. “We’re not done yet.” He smirked, holding a can of shaving cream and a hot towel. She bit her lip, shocked at how tempted she was to start crying again. The towel nearly burned her scalp and made the shock of the cool shaving cream even more uncomfortable.
August placed a circle of shaving cream into his hands and used one of those barber brushes to lather it over her scalp. August carefully peeled away the remaining layer of her hair, leaving nothing but smooth, shiny skin in its wake. If he hadn’t been working on her head, she could almost admire his skill with the razer. August finished in about ten minutes, wiping the last bits of shaving cream with his towel. Jordan was as smooth as a newborn, with no hair to distract from her massive green eyes. Shaking, she lifted the palm of her hand to her skull, feeling its silky smoothness. She knew it would take years to grow her hair back, and she straight up bawled from the shock.
August laughed louder, making her feel more ashamed.
“I never pegged you as someone who cared so much about hair. Are you really that vain?”
He pulled off her cape, and the tears dropped from her cheek onto her breasts. She was naked but didn’t even feel like putting her clothes on, and the longer she cried, the more August’s sadistic facade seemed to crack. He stood around the room, unsure what to do with himself.
“Hey, if it makes you feel better, I’ll buy you any wig you want. Or I could shave my head, too.” He cursed under his breath, trying to think about what to do. After standing there for a few minutes, thinking of ways to comfort her, he left the room.
He was gone for a few minutes when Jordan pressed her ear against the bathroom door and heard him grunting. Her shock turned the fury once she realized what August had done. She used all her strength to fling open the door and found August inside, vigorously stroking his penis.
“You better give me more than $50 fucking dollars, you disgusting pervert.” August turned beat red. He pulled up his shorts to cover his penis, nearly tripping all over his stuff.
“How much do you want?” Jordan could sense that he was scared, and she relished that power.
“I want a thousand dollars.”
August was hurryingly digging through his stuff. “I don’t have a thousand.”
“Give me $800, then.”
“Look, I have $480 in my bank account. If I give you all of it, will that be enough?”
She spit on his face but took his money while throwing on her clothes and grabbing the pile of ponytails he’d placed in a grocery store bag. She didn’t want to give him any chance to move his money or cancel his account, so the first thing she did when she got into her car was head to the bank. The other customers stopped to stare at her, confused at the sight of the bald woman dressed in a lacy black tank top and mini skirt with fury in her eyes. They could stare all they wanted. It didn’t matter to her. She liked the attention.
