Flattopped
AUTHOR NOTE: it only took my two years to write a part 2 to my first story. Here’s a link if you’d like to read it first since this picks up where that story left off.
The trial was quick, my brother and I pled guilty to lessor charges as part of a plea bargain and me and my bald head were sentenced to 10 years, but I was paroled after 6 years for good behavior.
By now my fiery red hair wavy had regrown down to just cover my breasts, about as long as it was on that fateful day 6 years ago when I tried to fool the police by shaving my head in a barbershop to get away after a failed bank robbery.
The prospect of being released was scary. My only family I have is my brother who is still serving his sentence. The guards gave me back the clothes I was arrested in, the jeans I orgasmed in while in the barber chair having my head shaved while a hot guy with a hard one watched me, and the windbreaker I stole on the way out of the barbershop to change my appearance further. I hope they at least washed the jeans, I was not about to smell them to find out.
Once my chuck taylors were laced up the guards marched me to the front gate, to my freedom, to the unknown. I walked through the gate, turned for one last look at my home for the past six years, then started walking towards the nearest town.
“Need a lift?”
Who said that? I looked around and there in the parking lot was hot guy..er…ummm…John, the officer that arrested me after watching my headshave.
“No, I’m good, thanks”
“Ashley, wait. I’ve got something I need to say to you. I’ve thought about you every day for the past six years, that kiss under the barber pole was unlike any before or after. Tell me you didn’t feel it too?”
“You have a funny way of showing it. Spinning me towards the wall and putting handcuffs on is not how most people return affection. Leave me alone!”
“I had called for backup before the kiss, my hands were tied.”
“Yeah, well my hands were cuffed, and six years later here we are,” I replied as I started walking down the road away from him.
John hopped in his convertible GTO and slowly drove along side me as I walked.
“I’m sorry. We were victims of circumstance and I had a job to do. Tell me you didn’t feel something to and I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.”
Ashley stopped. She had relived the memory of that day, that kiss, countless times over the past six years, often late at night during her self pleasure sessions. Could she ever forgive him for arresting her? Ever be able to look at him without seeing betrayal? Ever forget that kiss?
“What do you want from me John?”
“Don’t walk away from me, from us, without at least giving it a chance.”
She stared long and hard at him. What have I got to lose? I have no job, no home, and no family, but more importantly, just seeing him again ignited that fire in my core again. His hair was now longer, down over his ears and collar, and he still has that big cheesy sexy grin. He’d bulked up more in six years, his pecks and biceps maxing out the material of his tshirt.
“I’m an ex con John. Isn’t that bad for a cop to be seen with me?”
“One bad decision doesn’t define you. I saw the character witnesses at your parole hearing and read your file.”
“Easy for you to say, you don’t have an ex con label following you the rest of your life.”
“Fair, look we can’t change the past. What happened happened. Can we we try to figure out what comes next together?”
His sheepish grin is so freaking adorable, I’m basically homeless, and I’m horny as hell so what have I got to lose, “ok John, but I’m driving, move over.”
“Wha…you haven’t driven in over six years. Can you even drive a stick?”
“First off, I know more about this car than you do so I’m driving. And second, today is do as I say day. Can you live with these terms?”
“Yes”
“Yes what?!”
“Yes, ma’am”
“Better, now scootch over”
Ashley laid down a patch of rubber and headed for town. First stop was to get out of these old clothes. She parked in front of a thrift shop and went in. After a half hour searching racks and trying clothes on she came out of the dressing room wearing a short black, white and red plaid miniskirt and a white short sleeve crop top with no bra, with black sandals.
“Well?”
“Damn girl, that is hot!”
“Why thank you. Now pay the lady.”
“Yes ma’am”
They left the shop and walked around the corner. A familiar barber pole was spinning just like it was six years ago.
“Care to recreate that moment?”
John spun her against the wall under the pole and ran his fingers up her nape pulling her in for a passionate kiss. People gawked as they walked by but John and Ashley didn’t care, they were to caught up in the heat of the moment. Ashley could feel John’s manhood hardening as well as her own nipples. She could also feel the heat rising between her thighs.
They lost track of time, but eventually Ashley pushed him off, entered the barbershop, took a number, then they took a seat in the waiting area. The shop hadn’t changed much, eight barber chairs on each wall, and two rows of waiting chairs running down the middle. All chairs were full and there were just a couple of waiting customers.
“Why are we here Ashley? To repeat your last haircut here?”
Just then her number was called.
“No John, turnabout is fair play. Today it is your turn to get a haircut.”
“But I have my own stylist and have been going to her for years.”
“Not anymore, now get in the chair”
John paused, then seeing the look of determination on her face rose and made his way to the chair. She followed right behind him. The barber quickly applied the neck strip and cape and ratcheted the chair up as John sat there helplessly.
“What are we doing today?”, the barber asked.
“Kojak his ass!”
“Language young lady, but I get your drift. One shiny dome coming up.”
And with that John’s hair’s fate was sealed.
“Ashley no, anything but that, please!”
“John, I want you to get a taste of what I went through, though it won’t even come close to my actual experience. When I arrived in prison with my shaved head I was a new toy for all the ladies. They kept me shaved from head to toe and used me as they wished. The little bald bitch. After four months of that I wanted to die. Finally, I got a new cellmate who took me under her wing and protected me. I started growing my hair back after that and haven’t really cut it since then. Now you are going to sit there like a good boy and become my bald bitch”
The barber raised an eyebrow at her language but opted to remain quiet after hearing her story. She took a seat in front of John and nodded for the barber to begin.
The guardless clippers were brought to John’s forehead and changed tone as they made contact with his hair. They moved slowly across the top of his head leaving a bare white strip down the middle. Four inch locks of his brown hair tumbled into his lap. That was followed by another strip, then another until the top of his head was bare.
Ashley spread her legs exposing the fact to John (and the barber) that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her glistening folds were on full display. It was John’s turn to grab a clump of hair from his lap and throw it at her. It landed at her feet causing her to laugh and pick it up to play with. She closed her legs and leaned forward to get a better view of the haircut.
His head was reduced to the faintest of dark stubble while the cape was littered with the remains of his once glorious mane. The barber then wrapped his head in a hot towel to loosen up the pores followed by a generous cap of white fluffy shaving cream. John even made that silly look seem sexy.
After stropping his razor on his leather strap hanging from the chair, the barber carefully scraped away the foam then relathered his head and did it again to get it baby smooth. John almost looked like he was enjoying this experience though Ashley knew he wasn’t. Finally, the excess foam was wiped off and aftershave was applied. The barber spun the chair to show John his new look. Ashley sprang to her feet unable to keep her hands from touching his head any longer. He leaned into her touch as her fingers glided to and fro.
He was no longer hot guy, he was hot man. He was a sexy bald man. Without hair his rugged jaw and big brown eyes were fully on display. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “you are so freakin’ sexy now I want to jump you right here in this chair!”
John smiled and squirmed a little, obviously having to readjust his package beneath the cape still covered in four inch locks of brown wavy hair.
The barber removed the cape and led them up to the register to pay, Ashley continuing to play with his new pale bald head. “Ma’am, there is a thrift store around the corner that sells under garments. You might think about stopping by for some.”
“Thank you sir. John, please tip him well for the amazing job he did making you even sexier.”
They paid and left and found themselves in the familiar position under the barber pole kissing and exploring their rekindled passion.
“Ok Ashley, you’re in charge what’s next?”
About that time the old barber came outside for a smoke break.
“Excuse me sir, is there a salon nearby?”
“Sure, there’s one three doors down”
Three doors down? You mean she was just three doors from a salon six years ago when she hid from the police and had a barber shave her head since the police were looking for a red head? If she’d made it three more doors she could have just dyed her hair black and walked out with all her hair intact. Perhaps even made it out of the area. But they still caught her brother so they’d have caught her anyway, AND she’d never have met John OR orgasmed in a barber chair.
She led John down the street towards the salon. John, I need to get this mess sorted out she said holding up a long lock of hair. Give me a credit card and wait for me in the bar across the street. This was a test to see if John would trust an ex con with a credit card. Without hesitation he handed her a card and headed to the bar. Her heart skipped a little at his reaction.
A little bell on the door jingled signaling her arrival in the salon.
“Be with you in a sec hun, just finishing up back here.”
The salon looked like she’d stepped back in time. A row of large baby blue vinyl chairs with cream colored drying hoods lined the left wall, another reclining vinyl chair in the opposite corner for a washing station, and two old pink vinyl styling chairs occupied the middle of the room. Frilly yellow curtains in the front window completed the picture. The shop smelled of stale cigarettes and perming solution.
Her blonde beehive hair entered the room first followed by her short, pudgy body. “Hi sweetie, what can I do for you?”
“I need to get this mess sorted out “
“We’ll have a seat, let’s see what we’re working with.”
Ashley tentatively made her way to the chair, not sure if she wanted this woman touching her hair. As she sat, the older woman began running her fingers through the locks of fiery red hair.
“Hmmmm….I see a bit of damage here, what are you thinking of doing today?”
“Well, it’s been six years since I’ve been to a salon and I need this mess sorted out. I’d like more curl too.”
“When was your last salon visit you say”
“Uh…over six years ago”, Ashley replied not wanting to divulge where she’d been the past six years.
“No problem, I can get you tidied up and nice and curly. I know just the thing. Now just sit on back and let ol Edna get to work.”
She whirled a pink plastic cape over Ashley and tied it snuggly at the neck. The ancient cape was making Ashely even more uneasy. Edna brushed her hair thoroughly having to work through several tangles. Ashley looked out the front window at passersby, wishing she had a mirror to see what Edna was doing. Suddenly, she heard a loud -Schnick-above her head as nearly two feet of her bangs fell to her lap, followed by another -Schnick-right behind the first cut, then another and another. By the time Ashley could recover from the initial shock her lap was filled with a massive pile of her long beautiful red hair.
“Edna, what are you doing?”, was all she could meekly get out.
“Just gettin it back to the length you had it at your last salon visit by takin off six years of growth. Now hush and let ol Edna make you purdy.”
Red hair was raining down. Having removed all the length on top Edna was now working her way from right to left removing all the length from the back and sides. Within five minutes all of Ashley’s long red hair had been reduced to about three inches all over her head and the rest lay strewn on her shoulders and lap and in a ring around the chair.
Edna then wet the hair with a spray bottle and began rolling her hair with tiny red rollers and tissue papers. The rollers couldn’t have been more than 1/4 of an inch thick. With practiced precision her whole head was soon covered in rollers. Ashley was in shock. She just stared numbly at her long pretty hair in her lap, fingering a thick lock of hair with her left hand. What had she done? What had Edna done? What was she still doing? When would this hell end?
What Edna was doing became apparent when she wrapped a long cotton rope around the perimeter of the rods and began soaking the rods with foul smelling perming solution. She then puttered into the back room while the solution continued its assault on what was left of her pretty hair. An old fashioned timer ticked towards zero, towards her unveiling, towards whatever masterpiece Edna thought she was creating.
Time passed slowly but alas the timer did reach zero and Edna floated out of the back room and escorted Ashley to the wash basin to apply the neutralizer. She then rinsed the rods and removed them letting them fall into the basin with the wet wrappers. She rinsed the hair again and sat Ashley up blotting her hair with a towel.
“Oh my! This is turning out better than even I expected! She wrapped her head in the towel and walked her back to the styling chair, still facing away from the mirror. She used a pick and low heat on a blow dryer to style the hair, then grabbed a large set of scissors to prune the curls like a bush into the perfect shape.
Finally the big reveal. Edna turned the chair towards the mirror. Ashley was speechless. She had walked into the salon with long wavy hair that covered her nipples, and was leaving here looking like a giant nipple. Her hair was now a round ball that poofed out from her head. Her forehead was fully exposed because her bangs boinged straight out from her head. The bottom half of her ears ear protruded out of the red ball, the only thing breaking up the symmetry of the clown nose on top of her head. Fuck me! If it weren’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all.
“Oh my, you are precious now! Let me get a photo for my website and yelp”
Oh great, as if this wasn’t bad enough! Now it’s going to be immortalized online! After photos from every angle Edna removed the cape sending a torrent of hair to the floor, Ashley’s hair, her beautiful red hair that took six years to regrow, Ashley’s former hair. Now this ball of red was her hairstyle. Oh God, what is John going to say? Will he even want to be seen with me, with this?
She stepped over her hair and followed Edna up front to pay.
“Isn’t it wonderful? You’ll love how easy it is to care for. Come on back when you need it shaped up again ya hear?”
The bell jingled again on her way out signaling the beginning of her new life with her new ridiculous red short curly hair. She crossed the street and entered the bar. She saw John at the bar staring at his bald head on his phone and sat in the stool next to him without saying a word. He looked up from his beer and turned towards her as his eyes got big and his jaw dropped.
“Oh my God! Look what the hell just happened! Look at me. I look like little orphan Annie’s slutty sister! What am I going to do?”
He gave me a big hug and tenderly ran his fingers through my curls. He then looked me in the eyes as tears started forming in the corners of my eyes.
“I have a solution, but you may not like it”, he replied pointing out the windows back down the street towards the barber pole.
Ashley stared at it a moment then grabbed John’s hand and headed back to the barbershop. It was nearly closing time but John’s barber was still there.
“Back so soon? Not happy with ……what happened to your hair red?”
“She lost a fight with an electric socket.”
Ashley hopped in his barber chair and crossed her legs, “long story, well, not so long actually, Edna happened to my hair.”
“What do you want me to do with this? I don’t do women’s haircuts.”
“Good, because I don’t a woman’s haircut. Kojak my ass too!”
John and the barber looked concerned. “Ashley, are you sure about this? You just told us how traumatic it was for you having your head shaved in prison.”
“Thank you for your concern, and that was traumatic, but that wasn’t my choice. This is. The last time I did it by my choice it brought me to you so it seems fitting that it’s my choice to do it again since and I’m back with you.”
“If you’re sure Miss, then let’s get started. It’s almost closing time and more importantly I abhor the smell of perm solution.”
With that, he whirled the cape around her and cinched it tight over a neck strip then pumped the chair up. She was a sight in the big barber chair with her little head covered in fiery red tight curls sticking out from a large white barber cape, almost like Mrs. Roper in a white muumuu.
The barber wasted no time, he brought the clippers to her left temple and drove them back into the curls revealing a white stripe of scalp from front to back. Little hair fell as the tightly permed curls clung to each other. The next pass over the top created a large clump of severed curls at the back still clinging to the hair still attached, not yet large enough for gravity to win this tug of war.
Ashley gripped the arm rests tightly. She remembered the sensations from these large clippers had brought her to orgasm in the barber chair six years ago, and could now feel her juices trickling down her inner thighs from nervous anticipation. She clenched her thighs tight and looked at John. He had that same goofy grin he had six years ago, though his sexy new haircut was causing her to need to clench tighter.
As the barber made the final pass over the top the first large clump of red curls broke free and skittered down her chest into her lap. Ashley looked on in disbelief that those ugly tight red curls used to be her actual hair. She didn’t want to touch them. She didn’t want them on her. She hit the underside of the cape to shoo them away and sent them flying down onto her sandals. Damn it. Now she kicked repeatedly attempting to dislodge them from her feet but they weren’t coming off. Well fuck.
Meanwhile, back on her head, the barber ran the clippers up in front of her ear sending another large ball of curls down. Now it was raining hair, and the perm made it seem like she was losing far more hair than she really had. As the clippers worked towards the back the sensations between her legs intensified and her nipples hardened. She slipped her fingers into her sopping cunt and strummed her throbbing clit. The first pass of the clippers up her nape was all it took to push her over the edge. Bucking against her fingers, she came hard, feeling sweat prickle her shorn scalp and her body fill with an indescribable shuddering warmth. The intensity of her orgasm was unrivaled in her time on this planet as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her moans and gasps were unmistakeable to those in the shop.
The barber stepped back and flipped the clippers off until she finished.
“Are you done? May I continue young lady?”
“Sorry sir. I don’t know what came over me. This is so unlike me. Yes, please continue.” Her neck and face were flushed as red as what little red hair she still had.
John just rolled his eyes and shook his head remembering she did this same thing six years ago. Ashley grabbed a large blob of curls from her lap and threw it at him. Because the curls held tight to each other the clump hit him square in the chest causing him to jump and have to stand to brush it all off him as Ashley laughed.
The barber resumed, much faster now buzzing her like a marine recruit, pushing her head this way and that until the last locks fell. Next came the warm towel then shaving it twice, first with the grain then against it. Finally, the cold sting of aftershave signaled he was done.
He turned the chair to face the mirror. Ashley stared blankly at herself. No reaction. Finally the barber broke the silence.
“Well, what do you think?”
She pulled the unsexed hand out from under the cape and ran it over her head. She’d forgotten how good the smooth skin felt, how alive her scalp was, every touch eliciting sensations. Even the barbers breath could be felt.
“It’s a far cry better than the little orphan slutty look. Thank you. You’ve done a marvelous job. I’ll be sure to tell all my friends.”
“Please don’t. One of you is enough. Not sure how I’m going to explain how my day went to my wife.”
With that he whisked the cape off her sending red curls cascading to the floor along with the neck strip. Ashley used her skirt to inconspicuously wipe the wet spot she’d made on the barber chair, then stood and looked backed at the halo of red curls around the chair. This is definitely not how she saw this day playing out when she walked out the prison gate this morning.
John paid for the haircut and as they exited the shop found themselves in the familiar position pinned to the wall beneath the barber pole. They reached for each others heads and explored the pale smooth sensitive skin while their tongues resumed their romantic dance. When they came up for air Ashley looked longingly up into John’s eyes.
“Thank you for coming for me today. Six years ago I had you in this position and asked you to take me to your place. It’s six years later but I’m asking again. John, will you take me to your real place this time?”
“Only if you call it Our Place”
