BarbersChoice
“Keep one earbud in when you get in the chair, I want you to hear the play by play from me when she starts to shear your ass – you bitch” Jack said as they walked in the one chair shop.
“You tell her exactly what I want – don’t fuck it up or I’ll have her shave you bald” Jack sat only a few feet from the single chair as Sharon gingerly walke dover and sat. Jack has insisted on a super tight pants suit – one Sharon hadn’t worn in years as her weight had gotten out of control. From the squirming- you could tell she was very uncomfortable.
Sharon sat, lady-like, make up on point, large earrings dangled – as she was caped and tissue tightly. Jack had her dress earlier in one of her older pants suits – all black with a tight white dress shirt. It still fit, but damn it was tight and Sharon was visibly uncomfortable as they left the house. Jack wanted to make this trip to the barber especially painful – just like the pain he felt from reading such a nasty text…. The snug outfit with the 6 inch heels made walking a challenge.
“How short today young lady” Chong slowly pumped the chair and slowly spun it toward the mirror.
“Triple 000 on the neck and sides, a #2 on top – real flat with a landing strip,” Sharon said clincing the armrest of the old antique barber chair. Jack dialed in – the answer was a soft “I’m sorry baby. Please don’t… ”
“Shut the fuck up – and rememeber, if she has to remind you to drop the head – You’re fucked- and don’t say another fucking word”
Chong reached for the Oster 76’s – pumped the chair and at least for now, Sharon followed his rule as she immediately dropped her head, her chin now resting between her chest. And today for some reason, Chong left Sharon facing the mirror – Jack with a perfect line of sight. The machine was at full strength and the hair began to fall. She looked over and the two crossed eyes – Jack could see her, glassy eyed- knowing that the few months of growth would soon be on the floor. She had grown her hair over the past few months – but the recent insulting text to her friend had portrayed Jack as an abusive boyfriend and so Jack wanted to live up to the hype!
“Holy shit babe, that triple is peeling the hair off your nape like butter- and just what I thought, your skin is so white underneath – your tan from our trip makes the back of your next stand out – hell everyone will be able to see the scalping your getting”
Chong worked her way up and down the nape – moving from left to right, her scalp beginning to show a bald ass shine. Still she spun the chair all around, as if she wanted Jack to have a clear line of sight for the cut.
“Smell that babe, the metal blades grinding, I’ll bet the blade is so damn hot. She is shearing you like a fucking sheep. going to look real sharp tomorrow for the holiday party. All the crew gonna see your scalped ass. Big ass, bald ass head, a cunt with an attitude – a real bitch – you’re a keeper for sure. You should see the chards of hair sticking on your neck.. Wanna go grab a beer before we head home? Bet you’ll be itching a bit haha… “
Ths insults continued – Sharon sat stoically in the chair listening, one ear hearing the buzzing of the loud clippers, the other with a noise cancelling earbud – Jack speaking from across the room with the play by play.
“Now – rub the back of your nape and tell her to go skin tight all the way up, maybe the 5-00000 blade and mention you may want the top mowed down a bit more – I want to see you get “shooed” bitch… Nothing like having my gal sporting a Horseshoe Flattop, landing strip and all… You’ll look so fucking ridiculous”
Chong gave her a quick shot of air and removed the chards from the cape. Sharon slowly reached up and began stroking her nape..
“Call me over & ask me how I like it”
“Hun – what do you think, You ok with me going a bit shorter” Sharon said quietly as Jack walked over and placed his hand on her neckline…
“Babe, whatever you think, I know you really love the high-n-tight look – I think you look great either way, after all – it’s your hair sweetie… ”
“Can you go skin tight all the way up, maybe the 5-00000 blade, and maybe flatten out the top – real tight” she said as Chong seemed to be a bit angered.
“Tell her your sorry she seems upset – remind her your the customer and customers are always right”
This was the tipping point for ole Sharon. Chong reached for the Titan 880’s – a machine certainly made for shearing sheep, not a lady- releasing the air from the chair, Sharon now lower and in perfect position. The sound rumbled through the shop and Chong pressed from behind – Sharon’s chin now firmly between her tits. And the 5-00000 blade began to plow up all the way to her crown.
“God damn babe, she’s going to fucking make you bleed if she keeps on – keep that head down cunt, dont want to miss a single strand from your nappy fucking scalp.. I swear I see smoke coming out of the clippers.”
The abuse stopped as Chong placed her hands on both sides of her scalp and positioned her head – perfect for a pending flattop. As she worked side to side, a final insult had Sharon in tears.
“Thought she’d leave a bit on the top, but holy shit, that landing strip could handle the space shuttle – flat as fuck, cant wait to rub some warm cum on that bald ass runway- not to worry babe, it’ll be like your hair gel – keep it good and stiff. It’ll be cool sitting at the bar and don’t worry, noone will know it’s not hair gel – it really does hold well, don’t you think? Hope all your FB friends like it when you post it later.”
The shearing was over – the two walked toward the counter – Jack with one last remark.
“Pay up bitch – if you think I’m footing the bill for that fucked up haircut – you’re crazy”
After a humiliating stop in the evening at Ralph’s Tavern, sitting at the bar with all the hot young gals looking at her bald ass head, the two arrived home to find an Amazon delivery with her name on it.
The “I’m sorries” started from Jack later – even leeting her order a beautiful diamond on Amazon – Sharon at leat for the moment seemed to forget the day’s events… I’ll never tka eyou to a babershop again… Then, Jack reminded her to open the box dropped off eralier in the day.
Sharon opened the box and simply dropped her head.
A brand new set of Oster 76 clippers, all the blades – and a foil balding shaver –
“Going to keep my promise babe!” Love you hun – gotta love that Amazon!
