If you will I will

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   I will if you will

I travel around the country delivering specialty packages a lot with my job.

Yesterday I was in

a small town in New Mexico.

A knock on my hotel room door started a chain of events.

I answered through the door thinking it was just what it was, a call girl.

“Go away I don’t need company”

Her reply was something like. “Come on I’ll be gentle”

I always carry scissors and clippers with me to buy hair at gas stations when people ask for money. It runs them off half the time but I have a huge collection of ponies that only cost me $20. Few times I’ve shaved a neck to retrieve it all for $50 but that tends to piss girls off.

Back to the call girl story.

Looking through the peep hole in the door I noticed she had either a nice wig or hair past her shoulders. It was a front view so I only could see so much.

I ask “would you be willing to cut that hair?”

“Let me in and we can talk” was her reply.

I couldn’t resist and I opened the door to a 5 foot tall medium framed girl 20ish.

She had several ear rings in each ear.

More on the right than the left.

“Hi my name is Kris”. She said  cheerfully

I ask if she was wearing a wig.

No but I have a few if you like a different color than brown.

I told her I like short or no hair.

She said she had waxed a few weeks  ago but I could watch her shave for the right price.

I explained she didn’t understand and I offered her $100 to let me cut her hair off short.

A flat no! Came out of her sharp and quick.

Ok I said you can go I had no problems.

I could see the wheels of her mind working when she said maybe for $600

I said $200 for a head shave.

No.

“$500 for a trim”. Is the best I can do she said.

“Sorry we couldn’t to business” I replied.

“Hang on how about $450 for a very short cut. I can wear my wig till t grows out”. She said.

“By very short you mean a shave?” I questioned.

“For $400” I added.

She closed her eyes in discomfort and said “fine”.

I invited her to shower and get all the product out of her hair then I gave her sweat pants a t-shirt to wear when she came out.

She was amazed I didn’t watch her shower.

I had the chair, scissors, and clippers ready to go when she was done.

She ask if she could grab a smoke before we started.

I was sure she was going to run never to be seen again.

Shockingly she returned with two “girl friends”. They wanted to watch.

Ok I said but no talking this is going to be recorded for my blog.

I motioned for Kris to sit down in the chair.

She sat slowly and cautiously with regret on her face.

“You are a tough negotiator” I said.

I picked up the scissors.

She closed her eyes tight and squinched in the chair with all her muscles tightened and exclaimed. “Yes, for fuck sake cut it off”.

  I couldn’t resist opening and closing the scissors a few times to watch her squirm.

“Please” she said. “Do it. Do it now”.

I looked at the friends. They was watching with great anticipation.

I picked a hand full of brown locks and started crunching.

With each crunch the spectators became more vested.  When I had cut most of the hair off piling it in Kris’s lap with the instruction not to knock it on the floor.

At the same time both friends the said oh shit.

I replied  “This is only stage one”.

I picked up the clippers and turned them on. The buzzing sound was alarming. Kris jumped startled by the sound.

The other girls was jittery at this point and ask me not to do it.

I said “sorry girls. She made the deal”

I set the clippers in at the base of her neck first and lifted them up to her crown as the buzzing turned more to a growl while it removed everything in its path. Then I turned the chair and lifted her short bangs and pushed the towards the back.

I purposely lifted and flicked the hair off the clippers in front of her. Strip after strip it showed more and more skin and stubble. When I moved to the side I turned her chair agin.

She looked in the mirror for the first time.

She began to cry.

I placed the clippers behind her right ear and went over the top again flicking her shorn locks to the front.

She cried harder and her friends was even more distraught.

When I finished clipping the  back and right side I stopped the clippers.

“Finished”? She ask

No just taking a break.

I ask if she needed a

smoke break.

“No, just finish”she replied.

So I reached tfor the clippers and did just that watching her cry and squirm as each pass floated down passed her eyes.

Then I picked up the electric razor I use on my face and removed any stubble left behind.

Her friends looked very worried when she said your turn.

Details next week.

Buzz cutter