Escape

Escape

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! is all I can think as I run down the street. Things were going so well until that bank customer decided to be a hero and tackled me knocking my mask off in the process.

From that point on we knew the robbery was foiled and we needed to get out of there fast. Everyone that watches cop shows on tv knows that if someone sees your face you’re supposed to kill them, but me and my brother didn’t have it in us to go that far so we did the next best thing and fled.

We’d split up and agreed to meet up at my apartment later. First, we had to get out of this area which wouldn’t be easy. I could hear police cars coming from all directions.

As I continued to run, I could tell police cars were coming right at me. I needed to get off this street, fast!

I rounded the next corner, slowed my pace to a brisk walk, and ducked into the first shop just before two squad cars raced by. Whew! That was close.

It took me a second to realize that I’d gone from one predicament to another. I was now standing in a barbershop. And not just a barbershop, but the largest I had ever seen, not that I have ever frequented one before being a girl,  but the ones I have seen on tv had maybe one or two barber chairs. This one had 8 chairs running down each wall, with two rows of waiting chairs back to back running down the middle.

It looked to be an older shop with worn black and white tile, older red leather and chrome barber chairs (all occupied), fluorescent lights, and dark wood paneling on the walls. The sound of clippers, scissors, and men talking filled the air, and the smell of cut hair and clipper oil filled my nostrils.

My thought process was interrupted by the barber closest to the door who could tell I’d never been in a barbershop before and instructed me to take a number and the wait wouldn’t be long. I pulled #48 from the machine and headed to an empty waiting chair at the back of the shop, away from the big pane windows up front.

#45, a barber called

Most of the customers were older men, but there were a few kids too, probably there for their summer haircut. While I was waiting I pulled out my phone to see what was being reported so far. My heart nearly stopped as I read, “witnesses describe one suspect as a young Caucasian woman in her 20s, athletic build, with red hair about mid-back in length wearing a white t shirt, black leather jacket, blue jeans, and tennis shoes”.

#46

Crap! I looked around but no one seemed to be paying much attention to me, except maybe the flattop in the 3rd barber chair that seemed to be leering at me. No one else seemed to be giving me a second look. I needed to change my appearance if I was going to get out of this area.

#47

I slid my leather jacket off and acted like I was putting it on the back of my chair, but instead dropped it in between the rows of waiting chairs. I noticed a coat rack by the front door with an old faded windbreaker on it. I’ll snag that on the way out the door.  If only there were a hat there too. Without one that really limits my choices for a haircut. Why couldn’t I have ducked into a salon instead, then a quick cut and color change and I’d be set.

#48,

I hadn’t had short hair since the horrible summer bowl cuts my mother used to make me get at Sally’s Cut and Curl. I hated that haircut and was forced to get them clear up until high school when I finally got a job and could pay for my own haircuts. I’ve had long hair ever since.  Could I really go through with this? This is crazy, this is crazy!

#48, #48??

Oh wait, that’s my number.  Looking around I spotted the barber over on the other side of the shop calling my number. Slowly I stood and made my way to his waiting chair. The chair was much larger than the salon chairs I was used to, and I was confused about how to get into it with the big foot rest at the bottom. Awkwardly, I stepped over the footrest and staddled it, then hiked a butt cheek up into the big chair and skooched back. Not the most graceful entry. The chair was so much more comfortable than salon chairs, and still warm from the previous customer.

The older barber quickly put a neck strip on and whisked a big white cape around me. The barber startled me when he stomped on the pedal to raise the chair higher and higher. Being in the middle chair I could now see that I was drawing the attention of a few more men in the shop, probably wondering why I was here.

Customers continued to enter and exit the shop. One in particular caught my eye. He was hot with medium brown hair and bulging pecks and biceps. Luck of all lucks, he took the empty waiting chair directly in front of me.  Unfortunately, he seemed preoccupied with his phone and wasn’t paying any attention to me.

“What are we doing today?” the gruff old barber asked.

What are we doing today I thought. Could I actually go through with this? I really had no choice. “All off, please” I meekly requested.

“Are you sure Miss? That’s an awful lot of hair to lose” the barber questioned.

“Yes, please, all off”.

“Did you lose a bet or something?”

“Something like that” I replied.

“Alrighty then, off it comes” the barber proclaimed.

With that he turned me away from the mirror to face the waiting chairs, specifically the hot guy who still seemed obsessed with his phone.

Next I heard a high pitched whine that sounded like a jet engine firing up. The barber brought his massive black clippers to my forehead and looked at me giving me one last chance to chicken out. As much as I wanted to I knew what had to happen next. I couldn’t spit the words out so I just nodded. The clippers slowly moved forward changing pitch as they met the resistance from my hairline.  They quickly moved from the front to back of my head then started a new path of destruction next to the first one.

About this time hot guy looked up and our eyes met. The combination of the vibrating clippers and his good looks started the juices flowing. What was happening? A haircut has never had this effect on me before.

As the barber continued to methodically sheer the hair off the top of my head I could feel my panties getting wetter. The long severed strands from the top clung to the hair still attached to the sides until gravity won and large clumps of red hair slid down the cape into my lap.

The arousal within was becoming too much. And hot guy wasn’t helping. He was staring intently at the action, and I could tell by the bulge in his jeans that he was as excited as I was. Subconsciously I began rubbing my mound through my jeans.

Having removed all the hair on top, the barber moved to the left side and ran the clippers up in front of my ear sending a large cascade of hair down my chest into my lap. As he moved the clippers back to my nape the sensation was unlike anything I’d felt before and I uncontrollably let out a muffled moan. At least I hoped it was muffled.

I quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed. No one else seemed to notice, except for hot guy. He was smiling at me now. Blushing, I grabbed a clump of red hair from my lap and threw it at him. The hair barely made it past the foot rest but he was now grinning ear to ear.

I’m not sure if it was just me or if the barber was taking his sweet time buzzing my nape. This was both good and bad. Good in that the sensation was driving my sex crazy, bad in that I was about to orgasm right here and now which might draw unwanted attention.

Ummm…grandpa naked, teletubies, what else can I think about to hold off this brewing storm? Finally the barber finished the back and made quick work of the right side. Crisis averted, for now.

The barber turned me to face the mirror giving me my first look at my new reality. The first thing I noticed was my sexy jawline culminating at my cute little chin. Next, my Disney princess eyes popped even more without all that hair hanging down. My ears with all their piercings were now fully exposed and fortunately looked adorable. Finally, my head. It had a cute shape to it with no real scars or dents, but there was also a shadow of red hair left that the clippers couldn’t remove. I pulled a hand out and ran it over my scalp noting it was still a little rough but the sensation almost did me in again. Stop it! No touchy till you get out of here I scolded myself!

“Well” the barber said, “short enough for you?”

“Actually, no. Can you please make it smooth?”

“Sure thing, one smooth head coming right up”, and with that he spun me back to face hot guy who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat trying to adjust his package, but still with that sexy grin.

The barber wrapped my head in a hot towel that burned a little a first, but then felt amazing as I took in all the new sensory input from my bald scalp. Before I was done enjoying it, the towel was removed and the barber began gently applying shaving cream to my head. This sensation pushed me over the edge and fortunately two police cars went by right then giving me the chance I needed to climax while everyone was focused on the activity outside and the sirens eclipsed my moans as the waves of pleasure tore through me. I should say everyone was focused outside except one person. Hot guy was smiling broadly and I’m sure my cheeks and ears were as red as the hair I used to have.

The barber used his cutthroat razor to slowly shave my head with the grain, then re-lathered my head and used a disposable razor to shave it against the grain feeling it frequently to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Once satisfied, he wiped my head off and applied aftershave to my scalp. It stung at first but then felt cool. He said it would help prevent ingrown hairs. By now my jeans were wet in front and getting wetter. I would need to casually untuck my t shirt and pull it down in front to hide my wet spot.

The barber turned me again to the mirror and said, “there you go Miss, one bright shiny smooth head.”

I pulled a hand out ran it over my head. I could smell my juices on my hand and hoped the barber couldn’t. My head was so smooth and sensual I knew I had to stop touching it until I got home. The best part was that there wasn’t a trace of red hair showing. “It’s perfect!, thank you so much” I gushed.

He turned me back to face hot guy, removed the cape sending the remaining red hair to the floor, and threw the neck strip on the floor as well. I stepped out of the chair, a little more gracefully this time. Hot guy stood, bulging pants and all, and approached me. “Hi I’m John. That was without a doubt the sexiest thing I have ever seen and you look smoking hot!! Can I buy you a drink?”

“I’m Ashley, and absolutely!”, I replied. Not only was I heading out with hot guy, er um John, but he was my ticket passed all the police in the area. I paid the barber, snagged the old wind breaker on the coat rack, and we headed out the door together.

Once outside, still hopped up on arousal from this whole experience, I spun John around and pinned him to the wall under the barber pole and kissed him passionately. After one long sensuous kiss he said “you are a naughty one”.

“I’m naughty in more ways than one. Take me back to your place and I’ll show you” I whispered.

“Ok, if that’s what you want, but I have to warn you that there are a lot of naughty girls at my place. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you..”

“Wait! What!??? You’re a cop? And if you’re a cop, you could have arrested me before the barber began shaving my head!!!” I yelled.

“Well, yes and no. When I walked in you fit the description of the eye witnesses but I wasn’t sure. After the barber started buzzing the top of your head I received a photo image of you from security footage at the bank which confirmed that it was you, but by then the damage was done so I sat back and enjoyed the show. And what a show it was.  I can say for certain that for as long as I live I will never look at a barber chair the same way”. About that time the squad car pulled up to take me and my bald head away.

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