It was Frederique’s turn, her long blonde locks hung down to her breasts.

She had seen it coming, after all, the regulations for her work determined the fate of her hair. Until now she hadn’t been selected, but not any more.

She brushed her long mane for the last time, the hairdresser would also comb it herself before the scissors went into the locks. Some of her cut locks she wanted to take home with her.

She could still satisfy her boyfriend with these locks…

 

She sat down in the chair.

Hairdresser behind it;

Any wishes?

Yes, I  take some strands home, don’t throw all of it on the floor.

Frederique sighed and took off her glasses. The hairdresser put them away.

 

Then the comb went through the hair. The long blonde locks were lovingly lifted, she could see how long it was, way past her breasts. The blonde hair fell back onto the cape, a nice soft swish was heard as her locks touched the fabric.

 

The hairdresser combed the locks forward from above. The long hair went over her eyes, not for long any more. The scissors were placed halfway across her forehead and slowly the hairdresser started cutting, the bangs were easily cut and fell in clumps on the cape… the starting of a heap of more blond hair.

Then she picked up the locks near the right ear, nice long hair that was cut diagonally close to the ear. She put this lock aside for Frederique, long enough to serve another purpose.

 

When both sides were cut short, leaving the ears free, the hairdresser moved to the locks at the back, where most of the hair needed to be cut. The hairdresser always enjoyed that, and afterwards always experienced it again in her bed at night. Often she even took some of the fallen locks home with her. Now Frederique wanted to keep them for herself.

 

She considered putting all the hair in a tail, cutting it off and giving it away. But then all that was left would be a bunch of loose strands that she had to tackle with a comb and clippers. For the fun of cutting better cut in stages.

She took a front lock and shaved it away on the skin, and repeated it till the pony was almost gone. Each lock she put in front of Frederique, who watched the mountain of hair grow intently. She felt the vibration of the clippers in her neck: the hairdresser did not use a comb attachment, straight off to the bare skin was the intention of the first round.

Halfway down the back of her head, the hairdresser decided to use the scissors again, the hair in the back had to be short, not bald. She picked up the long blond locks with the comb and ran the scissors over them. The locks fell around the hairdresser’s feet.

 

Frederique felt a slight excitement that she only knew from making love with her boyfriend. Spontaneously getting wet… never happened before. She carefully placed her hands under the cape, doing their work there, through her pockets she could reach between her legs and she felt a wet spot…

She was clean shaven, checked again this morning. So no problem, change to clean panties at home and put them in the wash. Secretly she enjoyed it.

She looked at the mountain of blonde locks, certain that she would make her boyfriend horny with it.

 

The hairdresser left the hair on top of her head longer, so it fell like a roof tile over her temples… For the lower neck she decided to shave Frederique with the clippers. It would be slippery when she was done.

When ready, she was not completely satisfied with the results of the clippers. Some shaving soap and blades from the lady shaver were the solution.

Now she was satisfied: smooth skin in the back with the stubble above that turned into longer blonde tufts on the head. The hairdresser picked up the fringe again and cut off a few millimetres. Satisfied!

 

A lot of long beautiful blonde hair had fallen and was partly on the ground. Frederique had been transformed from a beautiful blonde with long locks to a short-haired vamp. The hairdresser felt excited, she would like to date this woman.

 

Time for the more intimate assignment.

 

Frederique took off her cape and had her armpits inspected, as well as her legs and arms, which had not been shaved for a while.

The hairdresser wasted no time, grabbed shaving soap again and finally the armpits. She quickly went over them with the razor blades. Slippery again for a few days.

 

Frederique felt under her arms and smiled. She asked the hairdresser if her arms and legs could also get a service. Naturally…

 

First the arms with the soap brush over them, they turned white. The hairdresser slowly pulled the blades over the skin, blonde down was removed and rinsed. Then the legs, completely exciting for the hairdresser… beautiful long legs that only contain a little bit of down. Nice to caress, the hairdresser thought. And so she did. Frederique enjoyed the caressing. The first time a woman did that to her.

She ran her hands through the hairdresser’s hair, feeling the urge to do so. And naughty told the hairdresser that she could run her tongue over her legs, if she wanted. The hairdresser  was looking forward to that. After shaving, she didn’t miss the opportunity and licked carefully to test the smoothness. She did this one leg at a time. Frederique moaned softly and gripped the hairdresser’s locks tighter…

 

Could her mound also be done? Frederique knew it was slippery, but an inspection by the beautiful hairdresser was a godsend. She opened her pants, the hairdresser was already salivating at the opportunity to touch this blonde.

 

Just cut the panties, honey, they’re already wet…

 

So the hairdresser cut open the black panties and saw a bald mound. Still, it had to be inspected. She slid two wet fingers between Frederique’s legs. Smooth enough for a nice French kiss. She lowered her head to the mound and kissed Frederique. Who pressed her head harder against the skin and came as a reward for the hairdresser.

 

She got up from the chair, the hairdresser looked at her horny. Both acknowledged that it had been tasty. She was clean shaven in various parts of her body. Her boyfriend would appreciate it. She took the cut locks from the table, toys for home. The hairdresser received a French kiss and an invitation to come to her home… to monitor the down growth. Hairdresser nodded in agreement.

 

Frederique thought that her boyfriend would also like the hairdresser. Perhaps he would first act as a spectator, but his private parts could also get a service from this hairdresser.

That turned her on again, she wanted to see the hairdresser lick his smooth balls. She would also like to spoil the hairdresser herself.

What a thoughts, and how conveniently that down grew quite quickly…

 

 

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Inspired by a private chat with @Barberman concerning his muse.

I gladly took care of her for him. (More to follow?)