Bill Harter
This story is intended to be read in sequence with the series.
The automatic reminder text came from Stacy’s massage studio “Your next massage is Wednesday at 3:45pm.” Curiously, it was followed by another that I had never seen before: “Your haircut is at 2:00pm.”
Stacy had enjoyed giving me a haircut in one of our previous sessions. It was supposed to be just a neck shave so she could massage my neck without pulling any fine hairs. That had turned into a tight taper cut, and Stacy slicked it down with massage lotion while she rode me. I had returned the favor the next time by chopping her overgrown LOB into an asymmetric A line bob. Then I bent her over the massage table and gave her a thorough pounding.
The first time she had taken charge and been my dominant barber. She unexpectedly decided to cut my hair and then rode me in the chair. The next time, I turned the tables on her and cut her sloppy, grown out LOB into a sharp A line bob with clipper shaved nape. Then I bent her over the massage table. Our struggle for dominance turned us both on and lead to wild sex in the massage room.
An hour and 45 minutes for a haircut? I didn’t mind letting her have her way with my hair (and more) again, but what was she up to?
There was only one way to find out.
I arrived early and as usual, Stacy greeted me with a long hug and big smile. Her asymmetric A line bob still looked good, but badly needed a trim. She ran her hands through my grown out fade and gave my hardening manhood a squeeze through my shorts.
“It looks like I’m not the only one looking forward to your haircut! Now go into the second massage room and get out of your clothes. Sit in the chair and we’ll get your hair taken care of soon.”
I was surprised when I opened the door and found a full set of barber tools laid out on a side table. There were clippers, trimmers, a comb, thinning shears, straight razor, a can of shaving foam, a foil shaver, and a big jar of my favorite SixtyEight heavy hold pomade. It looked like the assortment you might see in a barber shop.
As I took my clothes off, I pondered the scene in front of me. Stacy could do a nice version of a short taper cut, but what was she doing with a full set of barber tools?
My question was answered when Stacy opened the door and walked in with my regular barber, Roxy. I blushed and quickly rearranged the towel covering my naked lap. “What is going on here?” They both grinned at my surprise and pointed at the tent pole beginning to appear through the towel. Even though I was embarrassed, it was hard not to be turned on in front of the attractive women who routinely massaged my body and cut my hair.
Roxy, as usual looked fabulous. Bleached, curled hair, bright green eyes, and perfectly made up. Very “done” compared to Stacy.
Stacy explained. “I loved that bald fade that Roxy gave you last time, but I want to be your regular barber. So Roxy is going to teach me to fade you today. You’re my barber client from now on. She traded me for you—I get to be your barber in exchange for 2 free massages a month for her.”
I looked at Roxy. “You sold me? For 2 massages a month?”
She said “you are one of my favorite clients, but my back always hurts from standing all day. Regular clients are valuable. I had to get something for you.”
I sat open mouthed.
Stacy said “she drove a hard bargain, but I had to own your hair.”
Roxy opened a black cape with a dramatic flourish and draped it over me. “I know you like to cut his hair naked, but all of the tiny clippings from a fade are really prickly. This will be better.”
“Oh, he can still be naked.” Stacy reached under the cape and pulled away the towel that covered my mid-section. I blushed again as my manhood stood up proudly, tenting the cape.
“Such a nice compliment, Bill.” Roxy patted my shoulder. “Stacy, let’s get to work.”
What followed was a graduate seminar in fades. Roxy cut one side, then supervised while Stacy cut the other.
As Roxy began on my left side, I felt the clippers shave away most of the hair to a point 2 inches above my ear, then gently guided by a fade comb to go from clipper shaved to faded hair. “Now watch closely, Stacy. I don’t usually use a fade comb, but it will help you learn the technique.” Stacy watched in rapt attention, licking her lips as hair hit the cape and my bare scalp reappeared.
Roxy firmly gripped the top of my head to I couldn’t move. “Now you do the right. I’ll hold him steady for you. Slowly and carefully. Take your time. That’s it.”
I felt like I was being sculpted. My hair was shaved away, revealing bare scalp. It was a bit like chiseling stone to make a sculpture. And I had about as much choice as the stone did.
There was no mirror, so I only had sensations to tell me what was happening. I knew the bald fade was high, much higher than Roxy had taken it the last time.
“That’s great” Roxy said. “Now you can fade the back to his occipital. After that we can shave him.”
The next thing I knew, they were spreading cool shave foam on the sides and back of my head. “Hold the razor at this angle” Roxy said, illustrating the correct positioning. “You do the shave, Stacy.”
Stacy grinned and firmly gripped my head. “Like this, Roxy?”
“Exactly. Take long slow strokes so you don’t cut him. Hold still, Bill.”
As if I could move with the masseuse’s strong hand locking me in place. I savored the long slow strokes, baring my skin further. As Stacy leaned forward, I could see her hard nipples through her sheer white blouse.
Stroke after stroke. I sighed.
Soon, Stacy was done and the last of the foam wiped away.
“Now go over the shaved area with the foil shaver. That will make him really smooth” Roxy ordered.
The vibration of the shaver was relaxing, and the last tiny bits of stubble were removed.
“Now take the scissors, and cut the remaining hair to 1 1/2 inches. That will be long enough for your to slick back, but will keep him tidy. You can measure against 3 fingers for length.”
Stacy snipped carefully away, and still more hair landed in my lap. “Done!” she announced.
Roxy carefully felt around the smooth sides of my head, then checked the length on top. “Perfect. You could easily be a barber. Now let me show you how to refresh his hard part.” Roxy scraped delicately at the wide hard part she had given me a month before. “It’s always good to shave in a part. That will force him to part his hair correctly.” Stacy carefully observed.
“Are you ready to slick his hair with pomade?”
Stacy grinned. “Boy, am I ever!”
Roxy turned to me, green eyes glittering. “I understand Stacy has a very unique way of styling your hair” she grinned. She whipped off the cape, exposing my bare body and erection. “Settle in, and I’ll bring you the pomade.”
I said “Stacy, surely you’re not going to do what you did the first time you cut my hair….”
“I certainly am!” She quickly pulled off her shorts, removed her sheer top, and impaled herself on me. “Mmmmm, I’ve been waiting for that….” Stacy began to gently undulate on me, and scooped a big dollop of pomade out of the jar Roxy offered.
She warmed the thick paste between her hands and began to work it through my hair, moaning. The sensations were incredible…freshly barbered, enveloped in her wetness, having my hair massaged with the thick grease.
“I’ll comb him. You just enjoy yourself.” Roxy carefully combed my slick hair back, creating a quiff in front.
Stacy undulated and panted.
It was too much for Roxy. She stood behind Stacy and began pulling the naked woman’s nipples. She leaned around and kissed Stacy hard. Stacy had a thunderous orgasm and gushed fluids over me. I still hadn’t climaxed.
After collecting herself, Stacy stood up and turned around to hug and kiss Roxy. “Thank you! That was fabulous.” She turned to me. “And his hair looks good too.”
I sat, still coated in her juices. “Don’t I get to come?”
Roxy laughed. Maybe later, but now I have to cut Stacy’s hair. Get on your knees in front of the chair and entertain her. Stacy, sit down and I’ll get you trimmed right up.”
