Quackadilly Blip
Brianna sat in the bar of the W hotel in Victory Park, looking bored as she checked her phone again. An absolute bombshell, she drew male attention even when she wasn’t trying to. She had already rebuffed the advances of two men who seemed perfectly handsome and well off, but they weren’t who she was here to see. The Atlanta Hawks were in town for a preseason game against the Mavericks tomorrow, and their team plane had touched down at Love Field over an hour ago. The man she was waiting for was Andrew McNeal, a 6’9″ power forward. He’d be hard to miss.
Bri’s friend Kylie had almost hooked up with Andrew earlier this year, but he asked to do something that she was absolutely not okay with. When Bri heard her story, she told her friend how weird and out-of-line his request was. Then she slid into Andrew’s DMs as soon as Kylie was gone. There were much worse things she’d let a guy who’d just signed a 4-year, 58 million dollar contract do to her.
Her phone buzzed. “went in thru service elevator rm 2221 gonna leave door cracked”
She made her way to the 22nd floor and furtively slipped in, closing the door quietly.
“Waddup” he waved at her. Even lying on the bed in a tank top and gym shorts, it was obvious that Andrew was an absolutely massive human being.
“Hey baby!” she smiled back seductively, giving him a look that made her intentions abundantly clear.
He seemed nonplussed, barely looking away from whatever he was watching on the TV. “Help yourself to anything in the minifridge.”
“Well I do love Patron” she replied, bending over to retrieve the mini bottle at an angle that made it apparent she had nothing on under her skirt.
She got onto the bed with him and opened the tequila.
“Damn girl you look even better in real life. Lemme just finish this episode.”
He wrapped his giant arm around her while she sipped the tequila and pretended to enjoy Rick and Morty, guiding his hand further up her leg. As soon as the credits rolled, she reached for the remote and turned the TV off.
Bri stood up and grabbed her purse, opening it slowly.
“So… I brought that toy I told you I’d bring.” She opened her purse and pulled out the device that had shocked her friend Kylie so much: a small pair of cordless electric clippers. “These are supposed to be used for trimming body hair but…” She flicked her arms back and tossed her top on the floor, then unzipped and let fall her skirt. “Whoops! It looks like I don’t have any. Guess you’ll have to use it somewhere else.” She grinned, placing them at her hairline.
Andrew gave a disapproving look. “Girl, you deserve better than that.”
Bri was taken aback. Was he backing out? In theory, she should be thrilled if he just wanted to have sex and she wouldn’t even have to shave her head, but ever since they agreed to hook up a week ago, Bri had been talking herself into it. She’d been looking at pictures of herself through a bald filter, looking at pictures of bald models for inspiration and had hyped herself up to the point that she was genuinely looking forward to it. Besides, her hair had been bleached, dyed and straightened so many times that her hairdresser had referred to it as “Pretty much beyond repair”. She was going to have to do something to it anyway.
“What do you mean?” She asked him, crestfallen.
Andrew had gotten off the bed and was digging through his suitcase. “I mean…” he pulled out a large pair of Oster clippers with no guard. “You deserve the best. That little thing is no good. It’d probably get jammed, or overheat.”
Bri smiled wide. Andrew led her to the swanky bathroom. He took off his shirt and stood behind her, his massive, muscled body dwarfing her petite frame.
She was still holding the small clippers. “You know, I think these might still be useful.” she pressed the clippers up against herself and turned them on, using them as a makeshift vibrator while she stared directly in the mirror. Andrew let her get warmed up and pressed the clippers to her scalp. With his free hand, he pulled her hair back as she started to moan softly. Suddenly, her sounds were drowned out by the roar of the large clippers. He pushed them back, straight down the middle. He sheared her hair almost to the skin a couple inches back, then made another path to the left, and to the right until the hair on the front of her head was severed. As he moved gradually back, Bri had to grab on to the counter for leverage. Her impending orgasm almost made her fall over. He held onto her head with his massive hands and continued to run the clippers perfectly along the contour of her scalp, making her platinum blonde locks rain down on the bathroom floor, using the lightning reflexes that made him one of the NBA’s best defenders to mimic her sudden movements.
As the last or Bri’s long hair departed from her scalp, she stopped to catch her breath. “Oh my god, that was incredible.”
Andrew turned the hot water on. “I’m not done yet.”
He soaked a towel in hot water and wrapped it around her head, caressing her body as it soaked in. “Wait here for a minute.”
He came back with a razor and shaving cream and spread a layer of white over her scalp. “Ooh, you want to really shave it, huh?”
“Damn right I do. Now stay still.”
Once again, he started right at the front in the middle. With surgical precision, he wiped clean the white foam with the blade until only a few vestiges remained, then spread another layer and did it again. Bri stared in awe at her new look. She rubbed her head. “Oh my god, it’s so smooth. I love it!”
He kissed her while rubbing her bald head with his own hands, and effortlessly picked her up with one arm and carried her to the bed. Bri expected him to shove his cock straight in, and she was wet enough that he could have easily done so, but instead he dove between her legs face first. That was a nice surprise. Usually pro athletes tend to be selfish lovers, but he really knew what he was doing down there. She reflexively arched her back and twisted her legs around his head, enjoying the simultaneous sensations of his tongue on her clit and her hand on her own smooth scalp. She cried out in ecstasy and went limp as he came up for air.
Andrew pulled a condom out of his bag and opened it with his mouth.
“Oh you don’t… need that… I’m on… birth control.” Bri protested while catching her breath.
Andrew chuckled and put the condom on. “Well, better safe than sorry.”
He lifted her off the bed and lowered her willing body onto his massive, rock-hard cock, lifting her up and down effortlessly as if he were warming up for a set of squats while he thrust into her.
“You like that? You little bald slut!” he whispered into her ear.
“Yeah! Harder! HARDER!” she cried out
“Oh yeah? You want it harder? You hairless freak!”
He put her down on the bed and started fucking her from behind while he palmed her smooth head like a basketball.
“Yeah, fuck me! fuck me! I’m your little hairless fuck toy! fuck me harder!”
He happily obliged, and after a few minutes, as Bri was about to collapse from exhaustion, he thrust one more time and came.
“That was amazing!” She smiled at him. It really had been, she wasn’t just saying that to boost his ego.
While Bri was exhausted and out of breath, Andrew had barely broken a sweat. He went to the bathroom to clean himself off and came back out a few minutes later.
Bri went into the bathroom after him. She scanned the room for her prize, and there it was, sitting on the edge of the trash can: the condom. She ran the sink so he couldn’t hear what she was doing, and stuck it as far inside of her as she could, taking every bit of the precious seed that could earn her five figure checks every month for the next 18 years and squeezing it as deep inside herself as she could reach. Then she put the condom back on the side of the trash can.
Andrew was lying on the bed scrolling on his phone.
“So when are you back in Dallas again?” she asked him.
“Hmm, lemme check the schedule. I’m in the Eastern Conference now so we probably only come here once… yeah April 5th. Bout 6 months from now.”
She rubbed her scalp. “Well I’ll see how much I can grow this out by then.”
“Oh yeah, you want to do this again?”
“For sure! I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again.” she smiled devilishly.
There was something odd about the way she said that. After she left, Andrew checked the bathroom. The condom he’d left on the trash can had clearly been moved. He checked behind the spare roll of toilet paper. The real condom was still there. When he was a rookie, one of his veteran teammates had told him that when he brings a girl over to his hotel room, he should always leave out a decoy condom somewhere easy to find, and hide the real one, just to be safe. That advice had probably saved him millions in child support by now, and he made sure to pass it on to the new rookies. She had really squeezed that thing good. Ironic, since the shampoo he filled it with was going to be the last shampoo she’d touch for a while.
