BarbersChoice
“It’s your back to school haircut babe” Jack said as the two of them made a quick stop at Joanne’s Barbershop. Sharon’s struggles with Jack’s hair addiction has been duly noted, she has accepted the fact that for their relationship to work, her hair would always be “Boy Short.” After many years of embarrasment, Sharon had accepted that she would be humilated at the hands of her guy, but she was helpless. It seems Jack’s goal in life is to watch her self esteem slip day by day, as her recent weight gain and short barbershop cuts has left her defeated. Constant comments about her looking like shit, telling her he she looks like a classic grandma – a big ass and bad hair! She stayed with him solely for financial help, she had no other choice. And things like forcing her to post FB images and storys about getting shorn in barbershops had all but left her alone- her friends concerned for her well being.
The summer had come to an end and Sharon was preparing to get back in the groove with her 6th grade class. She had given notice to her boss at the ship, her first summer job she has taken to help offest some heavy credit card debit she had incurred. She had worked the ghost tours on the USS Hathaway, an old carrier from the war which now was memorialized as a historical ship in the town harbor. The money was much needed, her duties each shift were different each time (tickets, guide, station fill ins as groups toured the daily lives of the sailors who once rode with the ship in battles many decades prior. And to make matters even better for her, all summer p/t employees who completed 100% of their summer shifts, would receive a $2500 bonus – which she needed badly.
The two walked towards the front door of the shop which was packed full of mothers getting their young son’s their own “back to school cuts” And with it being a rather poor mountain community, you can tell a few of the kids get only 2 haircuts a year – one at the beginning of the school year, and one before summer starts! As the two walk in, Jack noticed the sign at the counter:
“Back to School Buzzcuts $10” – One guard all over!
Sharon sat while Jack pulled a # for the ticket machine.
Mounds of hair were already on the floor, an indication of just how busy the shop was at this time of year. One barber, Kim, was surrounded by piles of hair. “Next” – she called out and #12 walked over and took a seat. A young lad of maybe 12 or so sat while his mother pointed to the poster on the wall. And in no less than a few minutes, the boy left the seat with a buzzed # 2. “Next # 13”
“Your turn babe” as Sharon rose from the chair and began to walk over towards her chair. Dress for success – as Jack told her this morning, her first day back to pre planning later that morning at school, meetings and a meet and greet session with the new school headmaster. Sharon had mentioned days earlier that a last minute staff change would be bringing a retired ROTC Instructor in as a temporary principal until a new one was to be named. Jack mentioned that a nice clean haircut would certainly make a good first impression on a military man.
As Sharon walked over, Jack watched as this was a sight that made him rock hard downstairs. The site of his gal, a frumpy 55 year old mature woman walking to get sheared. She fucking hated him for this. Tight skinny jeans covered her size 14 ass, 6 inch heels to match her 6 inch hoop earrings, a tight button down white polo shirt, tucked in and snapped tightly around her neck. Though her makeup was always on point, Jack knew she was uncomfortable as hell in the outfit, but this was the part of what he loved. His gal submitting to a shearing at the barbershop, while others watched. Sharon stood waiting to sit, her 6 inch heels barely visible from the pile of hair around the chair.
She stepped into the chair ever so gingerly and crossed her legs. The snap of the cape and the tight tissue made her realize that the summer growth she had been allowed to have would soon be on the floor with the rest of the back to school cuts. She has her instructions. Jack had already chosen her “back to school cut”
Minutes earlier he had whispered as the barber mowed the young lad’s hair down that his cut seemed a bit long. Sharon said nothing as he hit her with the death sentence.
“Let’s get you ready for a great year baby, when you get in the chair, tell her you would like the back to school special, a number 1 ” Sharon could only sit quietly, peering at the shop poster – the # 1 was a high-n-tight flattop with a super low landing strip. If I need you to speak, I have my phone, I’ll tell you what to say in your air pod. Before they arrived Jack had demanded Sharon put in her airpod in one ear so she could hear the play by play from him in one ear, and the sound of the loud Osters in the other.
As Sharon sat, Jack moved down in front of the chair to watch the show. He loved seeing his lady sitting looking into his eyes as time after time, the barbers would always start in the back by tilting her head forward. It was always at that moment he would blow her a kiss and watch the show. At times she teared up, other visits to the barbers found her being combative and at times, just a real bitch.
“How short are we going’ hun” the barber asked as Sharon responded with one finger, pointing at the poster.
“Back to school cut for you too hun?” the barber said as she reached for Jack’s all time favorite machine. The classic Oster 76. Then a quick snap or the shop vac hose, a few pumps of the chair, and the stage was set.
“James, you got my #1 again” she asked the old barber to the right as he pointed to his shears as they plowed through another young boy’s locks. Jack overheard the response and walked over.
“Why don’t we just go with the Triple 000 babe, it’s your go most years” he said with a slight grin.
Sharon sat motionless as Jack sat only a few feet from the executioners chair. Kim was a younger 30 something barber with long jet black hair reaching down her back. He loved how she flipped her hair and fluffed it while Sharon sat waiting for the shears. After several pumps his bride was now in position for her cut as the tall hot barberette re-adjusted the cape, he could see it practically restricting the blood to her head.
“Is that tight enough sweetie?” Jack asked. “I know you hate it when those tiny hairs get on the neckline” he said as she simply smiled and nodded.
The sound of the clippers in the shop had all but stopped. The other barbers were in between customers and an almost dead silence filled the room. Until…
“Ok sweetheart, all the way down for me” as she gently placed her hand on his gals crown and pressed. He blew her a short kiss, along with a silent I love you as her head dropped and the two broke eye contact. Her chin was now resting securely between her breasts. Jack’s cock was stiff and seemed to get rock hard when the sound of the vacuum attached to the loud Oster clippers came to life. And then with the flip of the switch on the bottom of the shears, the sound lit up the room.
“Better get one last feel babe” Jack said as the hot barberette briefly switched off the shears and paused for Sharon to take one last rub of her nape. She lifted her head slowly and moved her hand from under the cape to take one last feel of her bushy neckline. The barber stood behind the chair and fired the clippers back up and instinctly Sharon again droped her head.
“You do know the drill don’t ya girl, and go ahead and keep your eyes closed, there’s a lot of hair coming off”
And with a half turn of the chair, Jack watched as her hair began to be sucked up by the powerful suction. Pass after pass, up and down her nape, her skin began to shine through. Jack was indeed in heaven! He loved the smell of the grinding blades and of course watching the metal blades glide up her nape. Watching the blades move up and down and seeing the tiny chards of gray hair sprinkle on the black cape was for him, arousing like no other feeling he’s experienced. For Jack, the only sight that went farther than this was seeing his sweetie tear up, watching her submit and remain helpless. He loved the control, he loved watching her loose one of the most important attributes – her long thick hair that at one time, she flaunted as if it were a badge of honor. Jack began to speak softly into his device to give his sweetheart the play by play if you will”
“My god honey, she is literally scalping your ass”
“Keep your fucking head down or I’ll come over and hold it still”
“You should see that triple 000 blade baby, it’s removing all that shit, all that shit you let get out of hand this summer”
“Look down in your lap”
The shearing continued for what seemed to be a 1/2 hour or so.
And finally:
“Just like mowing the lawn baby, all the guys at the bar tonight are certainly going to get their rocks off when they eye your scalped nape – said no one ever! And damn babe, those whitewalls are shining for sure. – YOU REALLY DO LOOK FUCKING RIDICULOUS”
“We need to stop by the store on the way home for some sunscreen, that landing strip on top is glowing for sure, you can land a fucking plane on that head of yours”
Deciding that it was time, he slowly reached inside his pants pocket and flipped the switch.
Instantly he noticed Sharon’s fist gently clich the armrest of the old leather barber chair, Her high heels with the open toe style revealed her toes as they cliched – the remote rabbit working to lub up her pussy. Jack had inserted her favorite toy prior to leaving, he knew it would make her relax while she was in the chair, if only for a brief moment. After a minute or so, he knew she was fighting the very sensation that has kept her in this relationship for years. Her insane addiction to sex, his long hard cock were the only thoughts now on her mind. The little remote rabbit was working its magic as it sat nestled and strapped right at the entrance of her vagina. Her tight panties pressed so the vibration hit her clit at the perfect angle. Jack was amazed at how a $40 remote vibrator could control his honey bun like a robot.
He knew her limits and sat watching as the powerful little pussy tickler pulsed on and off – her fist clenched tight. All the time the clippers kept up their assault as skin began to show really nicely from the top of the ear down. Jack cut the power as the barber finished with big shears and blew the hair off the cape.
“Joanne’s” the barber said as she answered the old fashioned phone steps away from her chair. Jack quietly walked over and whispered:
“Looking good for your first day at school babe, I swear I thought she was skiinin’ your ass” He said as he walked over to the chair and felt the back of her nape at the same time flipping the intensity of the remote bunny back to full power. As the “Pussy Bunny” silently worked her over, she sat motionless as the pulsing movement strapped to her clit had her in knots. He knew from the past she was soaking wet down there, and he kept pressing.
Minutes later the hot ass barber was plowing back and forth over her scalp, the clippers removing everything in its path. By now his girl was so horny she managed to pass a 45 second orgasm under the cape. He knew she was there when he saw her toes curl in her heels, her fists clenched holding the chair tight like a vice.
He whispered again as he knew any moment she would explode!
“Rub the back of your neck baby and tell her it feels fucking amazing, ask her to let you see the back and tell her that it looks great, that you hate having anything on your neck”
Sharon did just that and sure enough, her neckline was as smooth as a baby’s bottom! After a few minutes the show was over. Sharon sat still as the barber razored any remaining stranglers from her neck and removed the neck strip and cape. And what was left? Her bald ass whitewall sides glowing like a thousand watt light bulb, the contrast form her summer tan was striking! The same for the top. A flattop for the ages, the middle cut down to the skin.
He walked over being the gentleman he was and offered a hand to help her from the chair. She stood gingerly, the remote tickler had left her numb.
Jack dusted off a few pesky little ahirs on her collar and whispered:
“Damn baby, you ass is shorn, you really do look fucking stupid, and that with that white ass scalp, all everyone will surley know you’ve gotten your back to school haircut” he said as she walked slowly towards the waiting area, picked up her purse and they both approached the counter.
“That will be $20 dollars” the young girl at the counter said with a look of shear diasbelief.
“$20? – i thought the back to school price was $10” Jack said, “Did I miss something”
As the Kim cleaned up around her chair she approached to clear up the confusion.
“The $10 back to school special is for a buzzcut only. if you want to pay $10, I’ll need to get her back in the chair.
Within minutes Sharon was back in the big leather chair, cape tight, looking defeated.
“The only blade left is the 5’00000, it’s already short, but it will qualify for the special” she said and with a few pumps of the chair the clippers fired back up.
“Head down dear, let’s get the rest of this mess off” She said pressing her chin down and literally leaving nothing bit a raw, bald scalp.
It was done!
“You’ll look amazing for your staff photo baby, isn’t it the first few days of school? “he said. She responded by flashing her calendar from her phone in a pissy manner pointing to 2 weeks ahead on a Friday. He held her hand tightly as they turned and he walked back to the counter.
Sharon looking like a lost puppy stood rubbing her bald nape ever so slightly as she overheard Jack make an appointment for Thursday evening – the day prior to picture day.
