My First… Colleague

Can’t stop gaming

 

“Stop! Please, you have to stop with the mobile game.” 

 

“No. I have to complete this, I just unlocked a bonus.” Kate’s hands tapped non-stop on the screen, briefly moving to tuck her loose hair behind her ears. Since I’ve met her, I’ve only seen her in one hairstyle, long, loose, and straight. Her hair rippled behind her as she walked, gently grazing her back before bouncing off again, catching the wind as it slowly descended. Kate’s hair extended till at her tailbone, she looked like one of those female characters in an ancient Chinese drama. 

 

I joined as a villa receptionist for 2 reasons. Firstly, the pay was good for little work during the graveyard shift, plus I had time to finish up my assignments here. Secondly, I saw Kate smiling at the guests during my interview. I was excited to work with a girl who’s cheerful, plus she looked around my age, so I thought I might have a chance to make a new friend, or maybe get to know her more than a friend. 

 

Turns out, she was in her late twenties, almost a decade older than me. To her, I was just a kid, a helpful but ultimately insignificant presence. Yet, as we worked side by side, I found myself captivated by the dynamic. Bringing her coffee, sharing meals, going the extra mile during her shifts—it felt like the building blocks of something more. But in her eyes, I was merely a dependable younger brother, someone she cared for but didn’t see romantically.

 

We take turns to annoy each other. I like my things placed in an orderly manner, but she tends to mess up my stuff whenever she works. So I’d get back at her by messing up her hair. That’s the one thing lazy Kate pays attention to. She’s an absolute slob when it comes to other things, that’s why there are so many things I can help her out with. 

 

“Kate, come on, we’re working. Plus, you’ve been on that for hours. I haven’t even seen you drink or eat anything. I haven’t even seen you leave your seat at all.”

 

“Just let me play my game. There are no guests here. And you’re here.”

 

It was true. The villa floor was empty at this time, it was the graveyard shift. It was just the two of us. But I was still annoyed that she had been staring at her phone the whole time. Taking a few steps, I stood behind her, “you are just going to ignore me and keep playing?”

 

“Go away. Don’t distract me.”

 

I dug my fingers into her scalp and started bringing her hair over her face and her phone. Hair that long didn’t take much effort to cover everything. 

 

“You…!” Kate wiggled left and right, attempting to get loose from me. She finally got up and started running away from me. “Okay, I’m up from the chair like you wanted. Please stop.” Kate’s hair swayed from left to right as she ran in the lobby. Only to flop on an even more comfortable hotel lobby sofa. After another half hour, she came back to the reception desk triumphantly. “HA, I broke through to another level.”

 

“You really have to stop that though.”

 

“And you really have to stop nagging at me. You’re forgetting who’s older here.”

 

“Then act like it!” She kept quiet after I raised my voice at her. Widening her eyes and pouting at me. Though I knew it was just an act, I pacified her anyway. “Okay, Kate is the best older sister. Happy?”

 

“On account of your deferential attitude, I’ll let this slide. I’ll let you make amends, fish into my bag, you’ll see my brush, help me brush out this mess you created.” Kate turned herself clockwise on the chair, so that her back is facing me while her right arm rests on the chair’s back. 

 

I fumbled through her bag, trying to find what I was looking for. A girl’s bag simply contains too many secrets. There were bags and containers that I have never seen before. In the corner, I saw a wooden handle sticking out of the drawstring bag. I reached for it and widened the opening, fishing out the brush. Unexpectedly, there were 2 other things in there. A plain light yellow claw clip, big enough to wrap around her forearm and a pair of hair cutting scissors. 

 

Rolling my chair closer to her, I reached out for her neck, gathering her hair at her nape. Pulling it all behind her, I was met with a breathtaking sight. Her disheveled look did not diminish the shine of her raven locks. Instead, her loose hair fell gloriously, covering her like a cape. Besides her tresses, I couldn’t see any part of her. As my fingers grazed the silky strands, a shiver of desire coursing through me. It was like running my hands through liquid velvet, each stroke sending a thrill down my spine. The scent of her shampoo, a subtle blend of jasmine and sandalwood, filled my senses, intoxicating me with its allure.

 

Grasping a bunch of her tousled hair, I started brushing from the bottom, working my way to the top slowly. Being in close contact with a full head of hair this length was not something most people can even imagine to do in their lifetime. The weight of her hair in my hands was almost overwhelming, a physical manifestation of the woman herself – alluring, mysterious, and utterly captivating. With every stroke, I found myself more and more entranced, lost in the dark, glossy world of her hair.

 

“How did you know to start at the bottom first?” Kate inquired. 

 

“Well, I’ve done this before, brushing long hair. Compared to yours, I don’t think that’s long at all. It’s only till here.” I pressed at her lower back. 

 

“Did you go around disturbing other girls too?”

 

“Wait, I wanted to ask, what’s with the giant clip and who brings around a pair of hair scissors in their bag?”

 

 

No More Desire for Long Hair 

 

“Hair this length is troublesome. If you put it into a ponytail, it’s the same length. If you put it into a bun, it’s too huge and bulky. After many experiments, I’m able to use this clip to fold two-thirds of my hair in and leave the other third dangling down to my shoulder blades. Pass me the clip, I’ll show you.” 

 

Her hands, long and slender, moved with an effortless grace as she worked with her hair. She secured the giant clip on her forearm, its claws encircling her limb. With a practiced toss of her head, she began twisting strands from her neck, her fingers dancing through the thick, lustrous hair. As the rope of hair grew longer, her grip tightened, pulling it taut. With a final twist, she secured her hair at the back of her head, creating an immaculate twist. The remaining length of the ponytail swayed dramatically with each movement, a mesmerizing display of dark, flowing hair.

 

“Just for you,” she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “This style makes me feel older.”

 

Kate released the clip and let her hair fall, making a few bounces before it settled again at her tailbone. 

 

“Did my hair falling entice you?” a mischievous glint in her eyes.

 

“No.” I hurriedly turn my body aside so that she won’t see my flushed face. 

 

“Sigh. Didn’t even work on you. You know how our elders say that beauties should keep their hair till their waist and hair should flutter as the wind passes? I have kept my hair long for 10 years, keeping it at this length, only trimming the ends myself. But I haven’t had a single boyfriend.” Kate’s shoulders drooped down as her face turned downcast.

 

“Kate, to be honest, when I first saw you, I was drawn by your cheerfulness and hospitality, always treating the guests with excellence. It was your smile that the guests see first when they come to our villa and it makes people happy to be here.” I reached over to her arm, giving it a light squeeze while her long hair grazed my hand. 

 

“I was thinking about chopping off my hair, but I don’t have the guts. After hearing what you said, I think I should get rid of this weight. That’s why I’ve been bringing that pair of scissors with me for a couple of weeks. I wanted to wield it on impulse.” Kate looked at my hands and started wrapping her thick hair around my limb, covering my forearm completely. 

 

I smiled at her, “Let’s go!” Stretching my free hand, I dialed for the security officer on shift to take over us. I reached out for a villa room key, the villa hair amenities, and some supplies before Kate used her hair to yank me away. 

 

When we finally entered the premium suite, she slowly peeled her hair away from my arm, without holding her hair in place, it slipped off quickly. Her hair was truly smooth. As her hair slipped from my arm, I felt a pang of loss, as if a warm, comforting blanket had been snatched away. The sensation of her hair against my skin had been a potent aphrodisiac, a slow burn that had ignited a fire within me. I declared, “This sensation is great. Being comforted by something softer than satin,” It sent a shiver down my spine. The implication was clear, and my desire for her intensified.

 

“Then should I keep it long?” Kate tilted her head to the side, gathering everything to the side. The black mass reflected the full moon outside. She truly looked like a fairy. We didn’t turn on the lights to avoid attention in the wee hours of the morning. The moon shone brightly, illuminating the room and my fairy within. With deft strokes, she sandwiched her hair between her palms and brush, feeling the full length of her hair for the last time. 

 

The room bathed in moonlight transformed her into an ethereal creature, her raven hair like a dark halo. As she brushed, the hair caught the light, creating mesmerizing patterns that danced before my eyes. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming. Every brush stroke she made was a sensual ritual, a promise of more intimate touches to come. My body yearned to be as entwined with her as my fingers were with her hair. The air between us crackled with anticipation, a charged silence that spoke volumes.

 

“It’s been 10 years.” I knelt down beside her seat, placing one hand on her thighs. “Maybe it’s time for a change? You can always grow it out again if you like.”

 

“You’re right. I need a change. It’s been 10 years,” Kate held the ends of her hair, looping it around my neck in a sensual, imprisoning gesture. Her voice, low and sultry, sent shivers down my spine. “Just something I imagine I wanted to do with the man who falls in love with my hair. Restricting him in something he loves. You’ll have to make do for now…” Her breath fanned against my skin as she leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with a dangerous promise. The weight of her hair, warm and intoxicating, was a heady blend of possession and surrender.

 

“What?!”

 

“Take them off. I can’t get pieces of hair in my uniform when you’re cutting it. And if I’m going to be naked, you have to be naked too.”

 

Kate’s eyes were dead serious for a split second before she twisted her head away. I’m still a girl you know. As I removed my clothes, she whispered “good boy” while tightening my leash. I heard her unfasten the buttons of her shirt and unzipped her skirt. I dare not turn around. I have never seen a girl naked. 

 

She commanded me to the floor, the cold marble seeping into my bones. From her elevated perch on the chair, she reigned over me, her raven hair cascading like a dark curtain, obscuring her figure.

 

“Here’s your reward.” Kate unfastened the “leash” and threw her hair over both my shoulders, allowing the silky soft strands to run down my chest. With the air conditioning, it felt cool to the touch and there was a tinge of herbal scent under the flowery scent. 

 

Moving both hands, she held the sides of my head and pulled it back onto her lap. Without seeing what happened, I saw her face coming nearer and dropping a kiss on my forehead as her hair ran all the way down to my crouch. I reached to the back of her head and locked it in place as I gave her a peck on the lips. She reciprocated for a few seconds before stopping. Locking her eyes with mine, she said, “Looks like someone’s liking this. I can see your member erect and peeking at me.” I glanced down and saw my member showing through her blanket of black hair.

 

“At the very least I got one guy excited with my dark… straight… long… hair…” Kate shook her head to tickle my member with each syllable. She giggled gleefully before removing her hold on me. “I don’t want to go any further with someone I see at work so often. Can you hold yourself back?” She asked.

 

I watched Kate sit there, a statuesque figure framed by the inky cascade of her hair. Her curves were veiled by the luxurious darkness. “I’ll try,” I promised, my voice low. “Besides your smile, there’s more to be taken in by tonight.” With a deliberate movement, I selected a strand from the front, tracing it downward until my fingertips brushed her lips, a silent invitation.

 

 

Severing Past Expectations (the cut)

 

“You trust me?”

 

“Just make sure the ends are straight when you’re done. And I want to have enough length for a ponytail,” Kate instructed, her voice was serious.

 

I began by parting her hair down the middle, a perfect, even line that divided the inky sea of hair. The precision of the task was oddly erotic; it felt like drawing a line through forbidden territory. As I worked, I could feel her breath quicken, her body tensing in anticipation.

 

“You got it. Just relax,” I murmured, my hands finding her shoulders, gently guiding her back against the chair. Her hands, trembling slightly, found their way to her thighs. Her parted hair lay equally divided on both sides, running down the front of her body. “You’ve got to hold on to the ends. Let’s not make a mess,” I added, a hint of a challenge in my voice.

 

Kate’s grip tightened around her two thick bundles of hair as I bent over her right profile, my breath warm against her ear. A shiver ran through her as the cool metal of the scissors clicked open and slipped in at her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered shut as the first snip echoed through the quiet room. 

 

The sharp edge of the scissors bit into the dense mass, severing a thick section of hair. Ssssnip. Tssschac. Sssnich. The strands separated slowly, lightly floating down,

 

It was a dramatic transformation, a shedding of the old to make way for the new. The severed hair, heavy and dark, fell in a graceful arc. A gasp escaped Kate’s lips as she caught sight of her hair falling onto her laps and the cut pieces brushing against the marble floor. The newly cropped line sat perfectly, a stark contrast to the cascading lengths that had once grazed her hips. It was a bold statement, a declaration of change.

 

With each snip, a thrill coursed through me. The hair, once a wild, untamed cascade, was yielding to my will. Each severed strand was a small victory, a testament to my growing control. As the hair fell, it seemed to dance around her, a dark, sensual ballet. The scent of her shampoo filled the air, intoxicating and arousing. My hands moved with a rhythm that was both deliberate and sensual, each cut bringing me closer to the woman beneath the hair.

 

Kate’s hair was cleanly severed on the right. The out of place block of hair, missing the same length as the rest, became my guide for the rest of her hair.

 

I delicately turned Kate’s head right, the newly cropped ends brushed against her shoulder with tantalizing movements. They were so much shorter now, their weightless dance around her neck was a stark contrast to the heavy curtain they once were. Following the guide I had created, I continued the methodical task of transforming her, one snip at a time.

 

Ssssnip. Tssschac. Sssnich. With each cut, the resistance grew. Her hair, once so docile, now seemed to fight against the intrusion of the scissors. I could feel the tension in her body, a mixture of anticipation and surrender. As my fingers worked their way around the thicker sections at the back, I found myself relishing the challenge. Each snip was a victory, a conquest of something wild and untamed.

 

I used the tips of the scissors, teasing apart the dense mass of hair, each movement a deliberate provocation. The rhythmic clicking of the blades against hair was a hypnotic soundtrack, a primal rhythm that echoed in the quiet room. The scent of her hair, a heady mix of shampoo and woman, filled my senses. It was intoxicating, arousing.

 

Finally, with a decisive snip, the last of the long hair fell free, cascading down her chest in a dramatic arc. Her body was bare, a stark contrast to the woman I had known moments ago. She was transformed, and so was I. 

 

In the dark room, the moonlight was our sole witness. Her silhouette, stark against the ethereal glow, was a masterpiece. The blunt cut of her hair framed her face with a stark elegance, drawing attention to the graceful curve of her neck. Her body, naked and vulnerable, was a contrast. Her soft curves against the sharp edges of her new hair. The moonlight seemed to caress her skin, highlighting every peak and ridges. Her hair, a dark halo, pulsed with a life of its own, shifting and swaying with the slightest movement in its new lengths. It was a carnal vision, a moment suspended in time, perfect and unforgettable.

 

Taking the severed hair from her hands, I bounded it together with two hair ties from the villa amenities kit. 

 

“This feels so strange.” Kate tried to run her finger through the entire length, only to have her fingers fall suddenly after passing her shoulders. There was no longer any length for her to run through. Only gravity and air to bring her hands down. A moment of confusion passed over her face before she began toying with the ends of her new lob. I used a comb to smooth out the back, preparing to even out the cut ends. I gestured for her to stop moving as I placed the scissors leveled on her skin, right where her neck and shoulders met. The uneven ends jutting out met the sharpness of the blades. 

 

The transformation was complete. Her hair, now a sharp, blunt line at her shoulders, created a striking contrast with the expanse of bare skin below. A sense of exhilaration and possessiveness washed over me. Nervously, I asked, “Would you like a photo to commemorate this?”

 

Kate turned around, her short hair tickling her shoulders as it swayed. Her eyes met mine, and a mischievous glint appeared. “Fine,” she agreed, her voice low. “But it’s only for your personal use. No sharing with others.”

 

“You’re the best!” I exclaimed, grabbing my phone to capture this new side of her. I circled her, capturing her from every angle, from the shape of her hair to the playful curve of her lips. She tucked her hair behind her ears, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest. Her eyes held a mix of shyness and seduction.

 

“Can’t see your short hair like this,” I protested, gently freeing the hair behind her ears. Tilting her head slightly, I admired the sharp lines of her new haircut. “Your smile is still the most charming. Won’t you smile too?” A radiant grin spread across her face, completing the picture.

 

I wanted to freeze this moment, to savor every detail. The realization of my fetish for long hair and haircuts was undeniable.

 

“Even though you’re no longer a long-haired beauty, you’re definitely a short-haired beauty,” I confessed. “Now go rinse off. I’ll clean up this mess.”

 

As she disappeared into the bathroom, I began the arduous task of vacuuming up the remnants of her former self. Her excited exclamations about her new look filled the room.

 

She appeared again in her uniform. Her hair, now short and manageable, was gathered into a haphazard tiny ponytail. As she turned to leave, I couldn’t resist one last touch. I reached out and ruffled her hair, loosening the ponytail easily, sending a cascade of dark strands across her face. She laughed, shaking her head to clear the hair from her eyes.

 

“Loving this short cut,” Kate said with glee; And as she turned to leave, I knew I would be thinking about her, and this haircut, for a very long time.