BarbersChoice
Sharon slipped through the front door a little after seven, heels dangling from her fingers, jacket half-off her shoulders.
“Hey,” she said lightly, like she hadn’t just blown past the time they’d agreed on.
Jack was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, arms crossed. The clippers sat on the island—cleaned, oiled, ready. Impossible to miss. The large Oster 76 machine at ready – the steel guards lined in order from the #3 down to the 5’00000 balding blade, the one he always teased her with and a few times in the past – skinned her bald!
“Running late from work?” he asked.
She froze for half a second. “Yeah. Crazy day, we were so busy right before I was clocking out”
She turned and he could see the back of her head. The neat line of her pixie had softened, creeping down her neck.
We might not have enough time for you to trim me up babe – you know we need to be at Carmichaels at 7 – I know I need a good clean up baby, but we need to meet everyone in an hour, and I know you like to take your time and make me look sharp. We may have to wait till morning, – It will definitely need a good buzzing then” Sharon said as she gently moved his hand up to her nape.
“All gone first thing tomorrow baby” she said placing her hand firmly on Jack’s cock…
Jack knew he was being lied to. A few hours earlier he had passed through the mall area and noticed Sharon’s yellow jeep in the parking lot. After a few texts – he later learned she was with a few friends from work having an afternoon of shopping and drinks.
Jack sighed, then glanced at the clock. “No worries babe, we moved dinner back a bit, I talked to Jim earlier and he said Kat was also running late or something, out shopping or whatever… We’ve got a couple hours.”
Her eyes glanced at the clippers again. She was silent. Did Jack know she was out shopping? Did he know she being dishonest? Half lit she sat in silence at the bar trying to deflect.
A few moments later the call she had grown to dread. Jack often used barbershop slang to taunt his gal – and he loved fucking with her at times. An occasional text describing her next cut, or an appointment text telling her she was booked for 7pm, and with a subtle reminder of – head down babe! –
“Next” he shouted as all good barbers do calling out their next customer…
Jack had moved to their converted room off the side of the kitchen, an old fashioned one chaired, babershop – complete with a black and white TV, posters of 60’s & 70’s era haircuts, a barber pole turning, old magazines stacked on the table. One single large leather chair sat near the window of the condo – the french doors open to the garden area just feet from their deck. The room where not only Jack routinely trimmed her, but a place where she kept Jack buzzed tight as well. Several times a week she indulged his haircut fetish with a triple 000 buzz – he wore it very well. But today, it was all about her!
Sharon stepped into shop and soon realized something was different.
“Have a seat ma’am, be right with you” he said as he shot each clipper with a quick spray of lube. Then he took the black cape from the counter and with a quick “whisp” pointed at the chair.
Jack wasted no time to apply an extra tissue and snapped the cape on super snug.
“I do love this new vacuum system attachment you ordered for the clippers babe. I know you hate always sweeping the floor after our cuts. But maybe for today, I’ll just go old school, I’ll help you clean up afterwards” he said now firmly positioning her in the large leather chair.
Sharon had sported a short pixie forever, long side swept bangs and just a touch messy on the ear. Jack insisted the back be clippered short – Sharon agreeing to a faded taper on neckline. But it had grown lately – a result of the two being so busy…
In the corner the old Black and White tube had Jack’s favorite youtube videos running – Ladies getting sheared at the barbershop.
And one she had grown to hate. The video collage of the “Haircut dad channel” – an old school home barber who brutally skins his “hair models” most leaving with his signature “Pixie fade” – most all being sheared with his loud, clanky Oster 76’s – 5 different videos, all a few minutes long he called the greatest 10 minutes in barbershop history.
Many drunken nights Jack would pound her, doggy style in bed – the Haircut Dad video running on the TV right at the foot of the bed. And his size made walking the next morning almost impossible – many mornings having her dress to the nines, high heels and head to the barbershop for a cut.
“Remember babe, not to high up in the back – It’s really starting to look amazing and you’re the reason love ” Sharon said as Jack pumped the chair and began slowly stroking her hair. She knew he would be rock hard down below and played on his desires most days by holding his cock as he cut. Today would not be the day her tactics would work.
But just as a tease – he led his gal out of the chair and had her kneel – and in an instant – his erect cock was settled in her mouth. Jack pressed hard, so hard – her gag reflex nearly choking her. He released the prssure only once – where even at the point of passing, out, she still wanted it – she needed him to release his load – she knew she would get a stay of execution if she could somehow get him to drop his load down her throat.
“Stick it back in baby- fuck my mouth hard babe, I want it down my throat baby – give me all 9…. – fuck this bald bitch like you mean it” she said as it went on for only a few seconds more – suddenly, one last thrust and just like that he stopped
Jack gracoiusly helped her to her feet, her 5’3″ frumpy frame gave her fits from her knees, especially with those “fuck me ” pumps she was weraing.
Sharon sat, Jack chose the solid balck cape, knowing he wanted her to see the contrast as it fell in her lap.
The cape was snapped extra tight, Jack had ran the scene thru his head for the past few hours –
The room was quite warm, the therm moved up to around 80 for a reason. Jack was pissed. The lies, the deception, this evening she would pay. He wanted to see her sweat – literally…
“All the way down” Jack said as he pressed firmly on the crown, her chin resting in her chest. Jack reached for the triple 000 and attached the guard – the sound Sharon knew all to well.
“Remember babe, not too high up, I really like the volume on the crown” she said – he now had one hand firmly on her nape – her chin resting snug…
‘”But I do love the very bottom shaved tight baby, just like you always do” – now reaching with her finger rubbing only the very bottom 1/2 inch of her neckline.
“God damn babe, I had forgotten you’ve gotten this long, it’s literally like mowing the lawn back here” the machine now clicking on all cylinders. A few times passing the clippers in front of her, at times pressing it close to her ear.
“Tell me you want the shoe babe” if you sound convincing, maybe I’ll change my mind” as he pressed her head down and gently massged her nape.
“Shoe me baby, take all this shit off, I want is so damn flat – low baby, real low, I want a fucking tight landing strip – shear me baby, fucking shear me good… Sharon was squirming in the chair at this point.
Of course babe – just as you want…”
Her head on a swivel – Four, Five, six, seven passes up her nape quickly left her scalp sheared. The slight fade and length she had managed over the past few weeks was now in he lap. He purposely dropped the gray chards, as the clipper pressed hard against her nape, the machine at full power removing every folicle from her nape. And to add insult to injury – the thought of her lies took hold. For the next five minutes he pressed her head down and over and over and over again running the clippers up and down the same area until it was raw. Her scalp red and blistered to the touch.
“Feel that” he said as he moved her palm and placed it on the back of her neck.
And after a quick feel, she simply dropped her head as Jack handed her a tissue.
“Don’t ya love it baby, Let it go baby, let it all out”- the tears started collecting on her red cheeks – “you’re skinned to the bone” he said now positioning her upright for the next steps…
From one side to the other the bald fade started at the top of the ear – skinned from there down.
Next came the foil shaver as he slowly turned ther toward the mirror.
“Gotta love that crunching sound babe – sometimes I think this damn thing takes you below bald – if that’s even possible, smooth as glass. Always love how your white ass scalp looks against your tan line, people will damn sure know you just got a fesh shearing for sure” He said as he continued to press her head hard into her lap, the sound of the cruchie’s now gone – there was nothing left to cut.
“Now let’s get you “shooed and ready for the evening!”
She knew exactly what was next- a few years back Jack had taken her down military short – a nice, tight squared off horse “shoe” flattop – the cut he simply referred to as “The Shoe”
Over the next half hour Jack sheared her like a sheep. The sides and back a high 5’00000, the foil shaver again to smooth out the transition- a small splash of lather and a straight razor had the sides smooth bald – the top a perfect high-n-tight Flattop- a landing strip smooth enough for a fleet of fighter jets. He loved using the old cans of aqua velva hair spray to make the top super stiff – he could get the perfect line this way.
Jack spun the chair around and Sharon sat motion less – a few tears with chards of hair sticking to the side of her face. Her neckline dotted tiny “hairlings” – the result of Jack loosening the tissue and cape mid cut.
“Just like old times babe – military short and tight. Maybe you and Kat can hit few bars tomorrow on your way home – hell I’m sure all the guys will be all over you”
Jack walked back in the room holding a white button down polo – he loved when she wore it.
She changed into the white pressed Polo and he again had her kneel back down on her knees. The assault was brutal. A face fuck for the ages!
All the while he rubbed ner nape area and on top – watching the tiny chards gather on the white collar.
“Oh god babe – nothing better – nothing better – god your bald ass nape makes my cock so hard- —–, I’m, I’m – “
And just like that – it was over. Jack pressed his cock hard assuring she had swallowed every drop from his cock.
Now the two walked out for dinner, Jack rubbed her nape on the way to the car.
“Damn babe, you haven’t been this short in quite some time. You know that movie where the guy says show me the money- You’re like show me some skin” he said laughing as he pointed out the areas of freshly buzzed hair sticking to her cheek, neckline and by now, all over her clean white button down.
The humiliation continued as per protocol, Jack insisted he post to her Facebook.
“Nothing like a good summer cut! Can you say “Shoeeed” Oh that Flattop horsehoe tho” attaching a photo Jack had snapped back at the house. Hashtag #LovetheOster #skinnedgood #Flattopgal
“Hold still babe” Jack said as he snapped a photo of her new cut right before they walked into the bar.
Her Flattop glowing, the landing strip flat as a pancake, whitewalls on the sides – makeup on point as usual, lips outlined to perfection, earrings dangling! And although slightly overweight – she could still strut her shit in the highest of heels.
Tiny specs of hair dotted her white Polo – he loved showing off the evidence when they were out and about! He loved watching all the woman around her looking, peering over wondering what in the hell was that woman was thinking. Some focused on the hair collected on the collar of the white shirt. She sat at the corner of the bar, Jack walking back from the restroom.
“God damn baby – you’re fucking skint, I mean you look fucking ridiculous. I’ll bet the folks behind you are wandering what in the fuck happened to that gal? Think we’ll go with every other day in the chair for the rest of the summer – it’s gonna be a hot one.”
“Just texted you, make that your new profile pic, let’s read some of the comments later tonight when we go live on FB – whatcha think babe?”
