All or Nothing

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Alia seemed too good to be true. Her body was stunning, her long brunette hair always looked impeccable and she had the most beautiful smile. A recent graduate of a prestigious art school, the fact that she could afford her stylish loft betrayed the fact that she came from wealth. Best of all, Eric thought to himself, she really, genuinely, seemed to like him. He smiled blissfully as he caressed her naked body, their heart rates beginning to slow down after a passionate session of love making. As his hand worked its way down her belly, he encountered the one part of her body that he wasn’t terribly fond of.

To say that Alia was hirsute was an understatement. While it was obvious that she did take great care of all her hair from head to toe, she didn’t even seem to own any trimming or shaving implements, as far as he knew. He hadn’t ever brought it up, because he knew better. Besides, she was an artist. A little bit of defiance towards societal norms was to be expected.

Tonight, though, maybe it was the three martinis Eric had with dinner, or maybe he just felt comfortable enough after their third hook up in as many weeks, but before he could stop himself, he blurted it out.

“So, I was just wondering… why is that you don’t shave anything… you know… down there?” he asked sheepishly as he ran his fingers through her soft pubic hair.

She laughed and paused. “You don’t like it?”

“No umm… that’s not what I meant… I was just wondering, you know, it’s just not something I’ve ever really seen before”.

“So you think I should shave, is what you’re saying? Would you prefer it that way?”

“No like… it’s your body, you can do whatever you want with it. I know I have no business trying to dictate that. Sorry, shouldn’t have even brought it up.”

“But what do you like better? Shaved or full bush?”

“I mean.. if I have to choose, shaved.”

“Hmm… interesting. So would you like it better if I kept everything how it is, or if I shaved off all my hair, including the hair on my head?”

“Ok I get what you’re saying, it’s completely arbitrary that women are expected to be completely bald below the neck, but keep their hair long on their head, while men can pretty much just do whatever, like nobody bats an eye at my hairy armpits. I do think though, I guess if I’m being completely honest, that practically speaking, it would be a bit easier to go down on you without all that hair in the way.”

“I know I know, I’m just messing with you… But seriously though, hypothetically, if you had to choose? Hair everywhere or hair nowhere?”

“Uhh… I mean… your hair is so beautiful. I know you’d never want to part with it. But like, I dunno, you could definitely pull off the bald look. And I guess you could, like, wear a wig if you wanted. So that might be better.”

“Interesting.”

She didn’t bring it up again that night. Eric went home a while later, embarrassed that he had even broached the subject.

Alia didn’t have time to meet Eric until a week later. She had been busy working on her latest art piece all week and didn’t have time to see him until late Saturday night. As he drove around the block looking for parking, she texted him that she was still getting ready and to let himself in with the key under the mat.

The shower was still running when Eric got inside. He waited in the living room for a few minutes before the bathroom door opened. Alia had a towel wrapped around her torso and another around her head.

“I’ve got a surprise!” She said with a grin.

“Ooh, what is it?” Eric asked, excitedly.

She dropped the towel that she had wrapped around her body.

Eric was shocked. All her body hair was gone. Legs, groin, everything. She lifted her arms and her armpits were hairless as well. Then she slowly unwrapped the towel from her head, and Eric’s heart almost stopped when he realized there was no hair under that towel either. She was totally bald. He hadn’t noticed before, but even her eyebrows were gone.

“Holy shit! You were serious!”

“Well, you did say you would like this better, didn’t you?”

“I mean yeah… you totally can pull off bald. I was not wrong. I just… I thought you were just asking me hypothetically… wow though! you look amazing!”

“What were you saying about how it would be easier to go down on me with less hair in the way?” She asked, laying down on the love seat and spreading her legs.

Eric wasted no time. Usually, they spent at least a little time hanging out first, but not tonight. Alia’s shocking reveal only made Eric want her more. He stroked Alia’s smooth skin with one hand and fingered her with the other, while he used his tongue to bring her to orgasm, and again, and again. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He adeptly slipped his condom on, climbed on top of her and gently inserted his rock-hard cock into her throbbing, wet, hairless pussy. Alia enthusiastically reciprocated his thrusts as her moans grew louder, timing her orgasm perfectly with his.

That had, without a doubt, been the best sex of Eric’s life. He never knew he had a thing for bald women, but somehow, Alia looked far more beautiful than any woman with hair. Still, he had his doubts about how she felt towards him. They had never agreed to be exclusive, she said on the first date that she couldn’t right now. She told him that she had been working long hours on her latest project, and that she just didn’t have time. Maybe, he thought, an artist like her simply can’t be held down. There must have been someone else in the mix, and that was fine.

There was a mystery about Alia’s surprise hairlessness that he hadn’t figured out: Where did the hair go? He had expected to see a disaster scene in her bathroom, but instead, he found a clean bathroom. Not even a razor in the trash can or a stray hair in the bathtub. Someone else must have shaved her somewhere else.

Still, he was so enamored with her, that he made the decision that if there were something wrong, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t google her, didn’t look at her social media, didn’t question why their dates were so infrequent or last minute. He would rather be ignorant of the fact that she was seeing someone else than find out she was, and risk having to end things.

They met again the next Saturday, this time at an upscale French restaurant. She looked stunning as always, in a long-sleeved black dress. Her eyebrows were painted on so well that Eric wondered if they had already grown back, and she wore a wig that was nearly indistinguishable from the hair she had before.

They went back to Alia’s loft after dinner. He kissed her as soon as the door closed, and she kissed him back. As she slid Eric’s hand down the curves of her body, she made a detour to the space between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet, but had somewhat of a sandpapery feel to it. A week’s worth of growth.

“I was hoping you could help me with that.”

Alia retrieved a pack of razors and a can of shaving cream and ran a bowl of hot water. She slowly disrobed for Eric until she was wearing nothing but her wig, then put a beach towel down on the leather couch and sat on it. She acted as if she were about to spread the shaving foam on her pussy, but stopped, teasing. She spread the foam over her left leg and held the razor out for Eric.

“We’ll get to that later, but first things first.” she giggled.

Obediently, Eric knelt and started shaving her leg. When he was satisfied with the smoothness of her skin, he moved to the other leg, then her arms, and her armpits. Finally, she spread the foam over her pussy, which had already created a damp spot on the towel. Eric worked slowly, careful not to damage her most sensitive parts. He periodically stopped to tease her clit, and she bit her lip and moaned each time. When he was satisfied that she had been rid of every piece of stubble below the neck, he lowered his face between her thighs and coaxed out of her the quickest two orgasms he had ever seen.

Alia stopped him so she could catch her breath. At some point, her wig had come off, and she hadn’t bothered to put it back on.

“Oh my god, that was so fucking hot!” Eric shouted as he came up for air.

“Was?” Alia laughed. She rinsed her scalp with hot water and began to spread shaving foam over it, as well as over each eyebrow. “You’re not done yet.”

She unzipped Eric’s pants and pulled his boxer briefs down, putting his throbbing member in her mouth. Knowing what to do, he carefully scraped the razor over her scalp, starting at the back and moving forward, mowing through the cap of white foam as she sucked his cock. He got about two thirds of the way before he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Alia swallowed, then went to the bathroom to shave off the remainder of her hair and eyebrows while Eric lay blissfully on the couch.

After that, the shaving ritual became their foreplay. Though their rendezvous were irregular and sometimes last-minute, Eric had never been more in love with someone. Over the next 3 months, he shaved her from head to toe each time they met, eleven times in total. He longed for more, but resolved himself not to ask questions, not to look into her, and not to ask about where all the hair went, or why she never went out anywhere without her wig and painted-on eyebrows.

Finally, the day of Alia’s big exhibit had arrived. Eric had no idea what her art even was. She had been extremely vague about it and he had tried his hardest not to be inquisitive. He arrived by himself, fearing that tonight, he would see her with her real boyfriend, or worse, husband. Then again, he reminded himself, why would she have invited him if only to break his heart and cause a scene. They had gotten together again last night and he already missed the feeling of her smooth skin.

When he saw her art, all his questions were answered.

The exhibit was a series of photo sets, each printed on a large canvas. Each set had two photos. On the top, Alia was shown in the nude, with thick patches of hair everywhere it could grow on a woman’s body, making various poses, alongside a mannequin. On the bottom photo, Alia and the mannequin had traded places. In those photos, she was completely hairless, all her hair having been transplanted onto the mannequin. In each photo, the mannequin recreated Alia’s pose precisely, with all the hair taking the same shape and position. There were 25 photos in total, each in different poses. At the center of the room was the mannequin itself, posing triumphantly inside of a glass case. The place was packed, and the piece seemed to be a smash hit. Eric knew nobody there, but overheard nothing but praise the exhibit, with words like ‘daring’, ‘iconic’ and ‘impactful’ being thrown around. He heard speculation about what each of these might go for, and even the most modest estimates were more than he paid for his car.

Eric had been looking for Alia all night, but she had yet to make an appearance. He went outside behind the gallery to take a pull from his vape and get away from the crowd for a moment, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see Alia, but instead of the wig she had always worn in public, she wore her baldness proudly.

“Wow” he said to her. “This is amazing, and people seem to love it. So I suppose this is the real reason why you went bald.”

“Oh did you actually think I got rid of all my hair just because of one remark you made in bed? That’s adorable!” she giggled.

“Uhh… well… yeah I guess it does seem kind of ridiculous. I didn’t know if it was because of me or someone else.” he confessed.

“Someone else? Do you think I’ve been hoeing around this whole time?” she glared at him.

“Well, it’s just that you said… you couldn’t do a relationship”. he muttered back

“I said I didn’t have time to do a relationship. I was busy with, you know, making a piece of art that is, thus far, my magnum opus, as well as planning this entire event. Trust me, I didn’t have time to go hook up with some rando when I was busy spending 18 hours straight staring at a high definition picture of my own hairy cunt so I could be sure to implant every single hair in the right place on a hunk of plastic. Wait hold on, have you been seeing other people?”

“Oh fuck no! Compared to you, every other woman is thoroughly unimpressive”.

“Well I guess that makes us exclusive”.

They kissed, and paused for a minute to embrace each other and stare at the lights of the city.

“So… the foreplay thing…” Eric asked, breaking the silence. “Did you invite me over to shave you every time you had to prepare for shooting the after photos?”

“No, that was because it feels really, really good. I shot all the photos over about a week and a half, and I had to shave every day anyway. That’s why I didn’t have much for you to do that one time. The thing is, I spent 18 months growing out all that hair. Had to use a conditioning regimen every day and take these vitamins to promote hair growth. I really hated it towards the end, but hey, and artist has to suffer for her art sometimes. It felt cathartic to get rid of all that hair, even if it was harvested slowly and sometimes painfully in small pieces over the course of 12 hours. Having you do my whole body in like 30 minutes feels about 24 times better. Every time you rub my body, and especially my head, and there is nothing between your touch and me… it feels so good”.

“But, now that you’ve released this exhibit and it’s done, are you going to grow your hair back out?”

“Oh, absolutely not. I guess it’s possible that I might decide I want to grow my hair back in the future, but definitely not any time soon. This is my look, especially if this thing is as big of a hit as you say it is. One thing is for sure, no more wearing wigs. I already gave that one I had to a charity for kids with cancer today. Hope you’re ok with people seeing you out with a bald chick”.

“A bald chick as beautiful as you? I’d like nothing more. Especially if she’s a famous artist who just released a “daring, iconic, impactful” series of photos that are apparently about to sell for an absurd amount of money. I’ll be happy to be your barber for as long as you want. Now lets go inside. There are a lot of people here to see you and you need to introduce some of them to your boyfriend”.

3 responses to “All or Nothing

  1. That was so hot! The only better thing would be if she came to the premiere just like the mannequin did – fully naked (well, perhaps some heels an makeup). After all, all the guests already seen her nude on the photos. Perhaps a sequel where she somehow makes a permanent hair removal into art? 😉

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