Bad Haircuts 2

This will be more meaningful if you read Bad Haircuts first but can be read as a standalone story.

Special thanks to f35h for suggestions.

We were on our way home from Supercuts after Cindy’s drastic makeover by Lisa, the scissor happy stylist.  Cindy had resisted my requests to change her boring hair, but I managed to maneuver her into Lisa’s styling chair “just to get bangs”.  A hefty tip ensured that Lisa would do what I asked.

Cindy’s perfectly highlighted, bra strap long hair had been completely changed.  At my urging, Lisa gave her thick bangs cut a full inch above her brows.  Then Lisa took charge insisting on giving the back a “trim” rather than letting Cindy go to her regular stylist the following week.   Her idea of a trim was to hack off 5 inches in the back leaving her hair barely below shoulder length.  Next, Lisa used her thinning shears aggressively to “make her hair less poofy.”  Long and short lengths of blonde hair were covered the cape and floor when she was done.  Cindy’s hair had then been styled with enough cheap gel and spray to leave it stiff and artificially shiny.

Cindy had been transformed from a woman with perfectly sleek salon hair to short bangs and random layers chopped into her hair with thinning shears.  She was no longer a clone of her friend group with their sleek urban look.  Cindy was slightly trashy with her short, heavy bangs and random layers.  I was also letting her highlights grow out to show a bit of dark roots.  I found it a very sexy look, and Cindy was warming to the idea.

As we drove along, Cindy was looking in the car’s vanity mirror, and stroking her stiff, shiny bangs.  After Lisa curled them, they sat more than an inch above Cindy’s brows.  She felt the longer hair that barely reached past her shoulders.  She was still in mild shock and under the influence of the lunch Champagne I bought her before the cut.

“I can’t believe I did this!  Lisa totally changed my look!”  I noticed her nipples were erect through her sun dress, and she played with a few short snippets of her hair that escaped the cape.  “What will my friends say?”

“I don’t know what your friends will say, but I say you are much more sexy this way.”  I stroked her delightfully stiff hair.  “The bangs show off your eyes and cheekbones much better than long, straight hair, and I love your layers.  I think you are beautiful, and can’t wait to see you with your hair curled.”  I stroked the stiff curtain that fell across her shoulders.

“Curled?”

“Don’t you remember?  Lisa said the layering she did would let you have curls like your long straight hair never would.  When we stop at the drugstore for the spray and gel Lisa recommended, we’ll buy you hot rollers, too.  You’re going to look sexy in a short teddy and rollers.”

“You’d like to see me in rollers?  I haven’t used them since high school?”  Cindy was openly tweaking her nipples now, panting slightly.

I moved one of her hands to the bulging crotch of my jeans.  “What do you think?”

We made out like randy teenagers in the parking lot of the drugstore.  Cindy still didn’t like her new style, but she would come around.

I broke it off.  “We need to make our purchases and get home.  I think it’s going to be a long afternoon.”  Cindy reluctantly agreed.  “When we get home, you are going to throw out all of those salon products you’ve been using.  They just don’t hold your hair properly.  You can keep your shampoo and conditioner until Lisa tells us what you should use.”

“You mean you want my hair this stiff all the time?  Those products are much better for my hair and were so expensive…..” Cindy pouted.

“It doesn’t have to be stiff all the time.  Some days you can slick it into a tight bun with lots of gel.”  I grinned at her.  “Of course it will dry VERY stiff, but at least it’s a different look.”

Once inside the store, we filled our shopping cart with the products Lisa recommended.  All were the store’s generic brand—“Salon Classic”.  We bought Strong Hold gel in a quart tub, and Ultra Hold hair spray in large and purse sizes.  We also bought their blue setting lotion in a spray bottle, a large hot roller set, and a long-tailed teasing comb.

“Whew!  That’s everything on the list Lisa gave me.”

“Why the purse sized spray?” Cindy queried.

“Lisa said you should respray every time you brush your hair during the day.  She said it would keep your style nice and firm, with no fly aways.”   I wanted Cindy to spray her own hair multiple times a day until it became her regular routine.  It was an important part of her submission to her new style and beauty routine.

“My hair is going to have so much product buildup….” Cindy complained.

“Exactly.  It will look beautiful all the time.”

As we checked out, the gray haired cashier said “Looks like you kids are setting up a beauty shop!”

Cindy rolled her eyes.

 “Yes, Ma’am.  Something like that…” I said with a grin.

We carried everything in the house and Cindy paused in front of a full-length mirror.  She checked her short bangs and her chopped and layered longer hair.  She was confused at her feelings…sad at the loss of her oh-so-polished look, but reveling in her slightly outrageous new style.  Her internal struggle between submission and resistance was written on her face.

She turned to me tentatively.  “You really like me better this way?”

I took her in my arms.  “I love you either way, but this is the more authentic you.”  I nuzzled her short stiff bangs, reveling in the heady scent of cheap hairspray.  “Be you.  Don’t look like everyone else.”

“I…uh..I feel so different, so aroused…you drug me into Supercuts and Lisa just took charge.  It was so different than Max’s pampering and tiny trims.”  She touched her stiff, shiny hair.  “I hated it at first.  It was so impersonal and abrupt.  But then I realized something–it felt so good just to let her take charge and start chopping into my hair.  I was almost hypnotized as I watched my hair being cut and falling to the cape.  There was no ceremony or fussing, just brutal, efficient shearing.  It was so erotic to watch her use those thinning shears on my perfect hair—just a rain of random lengths falling on the cape….I completely lost control of my look…”

She was panting slightly and turned to me.  “And now you are going to decide on how I style it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.  You are going to learn to properly roller set and tease your hair.  And you are going to wear it that way to work every day.”

“To work!!!!  What will people say?”

“They will stare at your sexy new curls.  The men will drool, and the women will be jealous.  Now go get out of those clothes and into your teddy.”  She stomped off, but did what she was told.

I spread the products across the counter and plugged in the hot rollers.  It brought in a comfortable chair from the bedroom and placed it in front of the large mirror.  I wanted Cindy to watch every step as I styled her hair.

Cindy appeared in a short, lacy teddy looking fabulous but pouty.

“Sit down and I’ll roll you up.  You’re going to need to do this every morning, so pay attention.”  I began to gently brush through her stiff hair, starting at the ends.  Lisa had sprayed her so heavily that I couldn’t help pulling her hair occasionally.

“Ouch!  Why don’t you wash my hair first and get all of that hairspray and gel out?”

“Because it will take a set so much better with the spray left in.  You will only wash your hair every other day now.  It will save time and make your curls last longer.  On days when you wash it, you’ll need to gel it heavily before blow drying to get the same effect.”

I finished brushing and put a towel over her shoulders.  Then I began misting her hair with the blue setting lotion.  The room filled with the wonderful sweet beauty salon scent.

I combed the lotion through her hair, and began rolling it up, starting with the longer portions.  I was delighted to see one half inch of dark roots beginning to appear at the base of each lock.  By the time Lisa touched her up in 2 weeks, there should be close to an inch showing.  Just the trashy look I wanted.   Hmmm, maybe I’d postpone her highlights to get longer dark roots.   I noticed how subtle her highlights were and thought that her stylist, Max, must have placed dozens of foils to get that look.  I had the feeling that Lisa’s highlights might be a good bit bolder.

Cindy winced as I rolled her up very tightly.  She complained, but I told her that was the price of beauty and necessary for a good set.  Soon she had a head full of rollers, and I misted them again with fragrant lotion.  For all her complaining, I noticed one had was busy in her lap.

“There!  All rolled up.  Now we just need 30 minutes for those rollers to cool and make you a curly girl.”

“I can’t believe I am going to have to do this every day!  I’ll need to get up early!  And now I just have to sit around looking ridiculous for 30 minutes.”

“Oh, you won’t be sitting around.  There is one more beauty treatment that special visitors to my salon receive.”

“Beauty treatment?”

I knelt in front of her and gently forced her legs apart.  “Yes, a very special tongue massage.”  I leaned in a began teasing her clit with my tongue.  Cindy pinched her own nipples, and her eyes rolled back.  She didn’t know it, but I was training her to associate submitting to my hairstyle desires with great sexual satisfaction.  She was still resisting, but eventually the connection would be made and she’d start demanding styling sessions.

After she reached a thunderous climax I let her rest for a few moments while I washed my face.

She was slumped in the chair but eventually her eyelids fluttered open.  “Oh, Bill, that was so wonderful.  I’ve certainly never had an experience like that in any hair salon.”  She touched her rollers and I thought I saw her flush just a bit.  “They’re still warm.  What will we do to pass the time?”

“It’s my turn now.  Get on your knees.”  My hands put gentle pressure on her shoulders, guiding her to the carpeted floor.  She unzipped my shorts so I could step out of them and began stroking me.  I was already rock hard of course.

Cindy took me in her mouth and I stroked her rollers as she worked.  The scent of the setting lotion and the wonderful feeling of tight, spikey rollers sent me over the edge quickly.   She swallowed every drop and licked her lips.  The training was not going to be difficult.

After we had both rested and her rollers were cool I began taking them out.  She giggled at her head full of curls.  Lisa was right—the rough layers she created left curls everywhere, not just at her ends.

I wanted to keep her very curly, so I broke up the curls just a bit with my hands rather than brushing them out.   Then I took the teasing comb and began aggressively teasing her crown, one lock at a time.  I used a technique I had learned from an old hair magazine.  Start teasing a few inches from her scalp and then spritz each teased area with hairspray to hold the ratting.  Eventually, I had a large poof built at her crown.  I smoothed it with a paddle brush and heavily sprayed it in place.

Cindy’s eyes were big.  “So much teasing and spraying!  It’s going to be so hard on my hair.”

I began teasing the bottom 3 inches of her hair to produce frothy curls, spraying as I worked.  “Don’t worry, I’ll have Lisa condition your hair heavily.”  Of course she was right…her hair would be damaged from heat, teasing, products, and color.  We’d eventually have to cut it short and start over.  But Cindy didn’t need  to know that yet.

“There!”  I held up a hand mirror in back so she could see her ‘60s do from all angles.  She had a tall teased poof and a cascade of curls that fell to her shoulders.

Cindy almost began to tear up.  “I look like a model out of the old fashion magazines my Mom used to save.  I had fashionable long sleek hair and now this!”  She stroked her short bangs.

I began spraying the finished style heavily with the cheap drugstore spray.  “Yes, you look much more beautiful.”  I sprayed until her curls were slightly damp, then dried them with a diffuser.  Then I sprayed them again for a very stiff finish.

“Don’t you just love your new look?”

Cindy touched her stiff curls and sniffled.  “No!  It’s so dated and so stiff.  I can’t believe you’re making me do this!”  But her hard nipples were showing through the shear teddy.

“You’ll get used to it.  And just think, in a few weeks, you can go back to Lisa to touch up your highlights.”

“A few weeks?  I thought you said 2?!!!  My roots are already showing!”

“And I love those dark roots, especially at your crown where the teasing lets them show more.  I’ve decided to wait 6 weeks, so she can trim you up, too!”

She slumped in the chair and a tear rolled down her cheek.  She looked defeated.

“Come to bed, Cindy.  I’ll cheer you up.  And don’t worry about your hair.  Those stiff curls aren’t going anywhere.”