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I applied the last of my makeup. Doing my best to look my best without coming across as unprofessional. The dress code was smart business attire which I just about stuck too. My skirt was short for work but not quite enough for anyone to comment. Normally, I would pick out a smart blouse and a blazer. However as the weather today was particularly miserable, I added tights and a woollen jumper to the ensemble. The colourful jumper didn’t meet our uniform but I figured I could get away with it as it was a present for my boss, Oscar.
Oscar was an older man, but handsome not just for his age. He presented himself well and had been very successful in his career. That had been what had got him to the point of having me as a PA running after him. He was married happily and had two daughters with a third on the way.
I had never seen myself as a homewrecker, but something drew me to him. My tastes where too expensive for a moderate PA salary and I saw an opportunity to advance my prospects. He was obviously interested and I knew what assets I possessed. So when I made my advances, he was all to eager to reciprocate. It wasn’t long before he was smitten, the perfect sugar daddy caught in my net.
As I finished up the makeup around my eyes, I put my rounded librarian glasses back on. I considered a few things with my hair only to leave it down. The long milk chocolate coloured hair fell to just below my butt. I preferred to have it slightly shorter but was scared to let anyone touch it. It had been cut into a pixie in my emo phase only to realise that wasn’t me. I tried all sorts of styles as I grew it out only to fall in love with long classic length hair.
As always, I caught the eye of many passes by on my way to the office. The men would attempt to hide there subtle glances but many women wouldn’t even bother disguising their stares. At the office I received similar treatment, some of the staff appreciated me as eye candy while others looked disapproving. The fact I was sleeping to the top was considered an open secret.
I planted my firm ass on my normal seat. You where supposed to book a desk, but everyone knew better than to take mine. It was the one with the best view of Oscar’s office. I could normally see him through its glass wall with blinds that I made sure to close when I entered. But today he wasn’t in.
‘Aren’t you in the office today’ I texted.
‘No, doing something with the family’ he replied very quickly.
‘OK, are you not able to meet up later than’ I shot back.
He waited a bit before replying. ‘Sure not the normal place. There’s a place on Chapel Street called Tony’s can you be there for 4.’ A moment later he sent another message. ‘If your there before me just tell them your Oscar’s friend. They’ll know what to do’
‘Can’t wait *winky face’ I texted back. Glad he was being forward. Normally, it took a while to tempt him.
Having left work early I wondered down to Chapel Street. It wasn’t an area of town I normally visited. Typically the stores where cheaper brands than the boutiques I normally frequented. Here, more than normal, I turned heads. My hottest girl in the office look clearly having appeal to the young lads hanging around outside a vape shop. My long hair was getting blown around in the wind. I bent over to pick up a large clip from my handbag. With it I quickly secured my hair in a bun. One I was sure Oscar would be happy to pull out later.
I turned onto Chapel Street, expecting to see somewhere quaint where we wouldn’t be seen. I passed a few stores, a charity shop, a bookies, somewhere offering payday loans. I saw a sign put out on the street. ‘Tony’s only £10’. I imagined it was an upmarket Italian place until I got a proper look.
It was a barbershop. Old fashioned and slightly run down. Through the window I could see three stern looking barbers cutting the hair of the men in there chairs. Was this where he meant.
I checked his message again. It definitely said Tony’s. My eyes fluttered down the street hoping a cute little coffee shop would come into sight. Alas no luck. This must be where Oscar got his hair cut. Presumably, he was friends with one of the barbers.
I steadied my nerves and pushed open the door.
The smell of strong chemicals and cut hair hit my face. A small bell announced my arrival. I got a strange few looks. Me, with my short pencil skirt and masses of hair in a thick tight bun, didn’t belong here.
The three barbers stood over there clients in three workstations. Each having a large black leather barbers chair infront of them. On the opposite wall a row of benches served as a waiting area. Not wanting to interrupt the barbers, I took a seat in the waiting area hoping Oscar would show up soon.
The barbers quickly and efficiently stripped the hair from the men in there chairs. It was very different from the luxurious salons I would go to get my ends trimmed every six months. I chose not to look and instead found myself pulling up my phone.
‘I’m here will you be long?’
My phone noted that he had seen the message. He started typing a response only to stop.
“Next” called out one of the barbers.
A man got up from the bench and took the seat of a leaving man. Everyone on the bench shuffled down. I did the same allowing somebody else to sit on the other side of me at the end of the line. Here I looked, and felt, like a fish out of water.
Man after man got up and had their hair cut with military-like efficiency. Most getting military type short haircuts. Strands of hair littered the floor around the three chairs. Although, none where that long as none of the men had long hair to begin with.
“Next” called out one of the barbers. I turned to my left, expecting to see the man who was next in line, but nobody was there. “Thats you, darling”
I gulped. Why am I scared I’m not even going to get a haircut. I went to speak but was interrupted by one of the other barbers.
“Your Oscar’s friend right?” I nodded in approval. “Leave her for me, Charlie. Jess is it”
“Jessica” I corrected him.
“I’ll be with you in a minute. Jessica.”
I smiled half heartedly. Checking my phone Oscar still hadn’t got back to me. Looking back the barber, who I guessed was the titular Tony, was making quick work of shearing the man in his chair.
“I’m ready for you, Jessica” Tony called out.
“Oh ok” I stood up as he walked towards me. He was a very tall, well built, man. A bit older, not as much as Oscar, and definitely handsome in a gruff manly way. “Is Oscar here?”
Standing so close to me I had to point my eyes upwards and him look down. “He said he was going to take a while. But…” his hand stroked a loose tendril of my hair behind my ear. His touch sending shivers down my spine. “Oscar mentioned that you were overdue a haircut, and thought I could do it as you wait for him”
“What?” I had mentioned to Oscar that I needed a haircut. But would never get a haircut here. He loved my long hair, surely he wouldn’t trust some male barber with cutting it.
“Don’t worry, I don’t charge family friends” Tony grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards his barbers chair.
Before I could say a word, I was chucked into a barbers chair. His strong hands dragging me like a rag-doll. I wanted to say something, anything, but he quickly tied a strip off paper around my neck and threw a heavy black cape over me.
“What do you mean family friends?” My reflection, sat uncomfortably, with my hair in it’s tight bun except for a few tendrils at the front.
“You see” he pressed his hands on my shoulders hard.
“I’m Tanya’s brother.” I gulped, Tanya was Oscar’s wife.
I tried to move but he didn’t let me escape the chair. “P… please, I didn’t mean it” I began to beg.
“Don’t worry” his hand slipped against my face, tucking a lose strand of hair back behind my ear. “It’s nothing personal, did you think Tanya was Oscar’s first wife” I thought back to Oscar’s messages. They didn’t sound like him, why hadn’t I been more suspicious.
I couldn’t think of anything to say. Just wriggling uncomfortably under his cape, not able to escape his firm hands on my shoulders.
“Don’t try and escape. Slut” he leaned in, so he could whisper into my ear. “Not if you don’t want everyone to know who you are. Your coworkers, your friends, your family. I don’t know you, but I know my sister and she will never let anyone hire you again”
“Please…”
“It’s ok” he pet my head. “Just be a good girl and nothing bad is going to happen”
“Ok” I gulped, preparing to except my fate.
“Good girl” I didn’t like how that made me feel.
He pulled my hair from its bun. So much for Oscar doing that in a moment of sexually charged passion. Even from where I sat, I could feel the long hair falling down the back of the barbers chair. Someone whistled from the bench behind us, reminding me where I was.
“It’s not often I get hair this nice in my chair” he pawed at my mane. His hand scratching my scalp and brushing through my long locks. I might have liked it, if it was done by a boyfriend not a stranger I just me. “You probably have the nicest hair of any of my clients”
‘Yes all your clients are men who don’t have the money or class to go anywhere other than this shit hole.’ I wanted to say, but kept my mouth shut… like a good girl.
“It is a pity to cut it, but a slut like you doesn’t deserve such pretty hair. Isn’t that right Jessica” he put his hands on my head forcing me to face by reflection from where it had been bowed.
He clearly wanted me to answer. “Yes sir, I don’t deserve such pretty hair” I hoped my compliance would make him go easier on me.
“Your going to be a good girl and get a nice short haircut one more fitted to a slut like you”
I didn’t want to answer, but hoped it would make him go easier. “Yes cut my hair short. Make me be a good girl for you”
He smiled. I looked at my beautiful long hair in the mirror. Length that normally fell to below my butt lay delicately against the cape. It’s ends gathering in my lap. How much was I gonna lose because of my indiscretion…
Tony made me bow my head again so he could begin brushing through my hair. I bit my lip, clutched my hands against the armrests, and felt something warm bubbling up in my stomach. It was fear, but not just that something more. I would never admit it. But… humiliation had always been a turn on.
I carefully managed my breathing. The risk of embarrassing myself even more suddenly very present. Without warning, the brushing stopped. His hands reached out and began to tie my hair into a low ponytail at my neck. Delicate movements, much more precise than his forceful actions earlier, began tieing a single thick three strand ponytail. The bottom 6 inches was tied off with a second rubber band.
“Who knows you might like having less hair to look after.”
Before I could muster a reply I heard it.
Snip, snip, schnip.
A horrible sawing echoed around the barbershop as his scissors crunched through my hair, above the neck high ponytail.
Schnip, Schnip.
Then suddenly the pulling on my scalp stopped. And, my head was allot lighter.
I looked back at my reflection, hair flew forward in choppy uneven layers around my chin. Tony loomed large over me. In his hand was the long brown braid I had spent years cherishing. For all that time, it had been part of me. Part of my identity, my femininity, how I viewed myself. But, in his hands it was just a thing. A thing he could take. And, as he threw it into the nearest bin, a thing he could discard. Like it was nothing.
“Head still” he demanded.
I didn’t disobey. Nothing in me had the strength left to fight him. My will shattered against his. My loins now feeling like they would catch on fire, if my thighs weren’t pressed together as tight as I could.
He picked up a pair of clippers, removing the guard completely, and a cheap comb. The plastic comb yanked hard on my hair, making me wince. Once he pulled it down to chin length, he plowed the unguarded clippers into my hair. Creating the sharpest, bluntest, pin-straight line. His comb yanked another section of my hair. And his clippers ensured a similar fate.
Each section of my hair was pulled and pushed and sheared until he was happy with the result. It was a bob. Not chic, not cute, not edgy or sleek or shaggy or anything. Just a bob, plain flat and dull. I looked like I had when I was thirteen. A bullied bookworm, wanting people to be jealous of me so I think myself better than them.
“I don’t know” Tony smiled. Unsure if he should be proud of what he’s done. “What do you think?”
“It’s different” my voice was slow. Most my energy was still being used to hold myself back from… embarrassing myself.
“Not enough. It’s going to be harder than I thought to make your outside as ugly as the inside.”
Without asking, he removed my glasses. My vision blurred while he placed them on his worktop. I couldn’t make out what he was doing with the same clarity as before. But I could still feel him pulling my head straight and level. He moved his clippers to my forehead. Then my hairline. Oh god, he still hadn’t added a guard.
Buzz…
His clippers roared. They parted a pale strip as they mowed through the top of my head. Long, bob length, strands of hair trickled from my head. Mixing with tears and collecting in my lap.
Tony didn’t care. Pass after pass removed any trace of length from the top of my head. Then he moved on to the back of my head. The clippers vibrating across sensitive areas of my nape. His hand grabbed the my never before exposed scalp to steady me, sending shivers down my spine and throwing gasoline on my loins. Then it was the sides, first the left then the right. He was quick and efficient. Leaving me with nothing.
Squirt.
What was he holding? It looked like a can. Something cold and cream like was spread over my scalp. Even with my blurred vision, I could see the white foam being brushed over my head. Shaving cream.
Tony was slow with slow with the straight razor. With the clippers he had been ruthless in his speed and efficiency. Now he was no less deliberate or efficient. But he was much more careful. Every stroke he made with deliberate intent. Once he had scraped every shred of foam from my head, he made another pass. Determined not to leave me anything.
Even without my glasses I could see I was bold. My once beautiful head of hair now pale, exposed and would need sunscreen if I ever went out to tan. Not that I wanted to go outside and be seen… anywhere.
Tony picked up a tissue and used it to rub the layers of makeup I had carefully applied that morning. Then he handed back my glasses. I didn’t want to look, but I had no choice, eventually I would have to face this. I moved the lenses towards my red puffy eyes.
Oh god.
I was a freek. My head was tiny, my ears looked huge. The round librarian glasses, that had made look sexy now, made me look equally nerdy and stupid.
Tony’s voice was in my ear again. His tone demanding. “I expect you back here every day. And if I ever hear your wearing a wig, or makeup to hide your ugly face. I will ruin you.”
He pulled out my cape and I stepped up. Still having to hold my thighs to prevent an accident. I looked ridiculous. My short pencil shirt and colourful jumper didn’t make me look sexy. It made me look like a clown. I rushed out the store many ignoring the queued patrians gawks.
As I ran down the street, I again turned heads. Not as a beauty but as a freak. Somebody who had escaped the freak show. I pushed the same group of lads outside the vape shop. They burst out into laughter as they recognised me.
I reached my flat. Sliding my skirt down before I even finished locking the door. My thighs rawer and redder than after any orgasm. I dared to touch my scalp. That was enough for the floodgates to burst.
Epilogue.
Oscar dumped me. I don’t even think Tanya told him she knew. He just left me as soon as he saw me.
I was moved to a new department at work. One where I couldn’t get by doing the minimum and my coworkers weren’t so eager to help me out. Even though there was no proof the rumours of my past exploits followed me. I was ostracised from the moment I stepped threw the door.
I also learnt the hard way many of my friends were fake. Being unattractive, and losing access to my sugar daddy money, got me uninvited to everything I use to do.
Somehow the only constant in my life was Tony. He was there everyday. Applying a fresh coating of cream and ensuring not a strand of hair was allowed to grow.
One day I was in his store very late. I had been working late and we were the only one’s here that late. That night something changed. He pulled the cape off like normal but I didn’t move. That was my question to leave but I didn’t.
Tony slammed the heavy bolt shut on the door. The blinds obscured our view of the street. More importantly thought there view of us.
He stepped towards me and I fell forward out of the chair. My knees on the cheap tiled barbershop floor. He stepped closer. My hands reached up and began to tug at his fly.
My mouth was ajar, drooling in anticipation. He had taken all my hair. Now I wanted him to take all of me.
His voice grumbled in its slow steady tone. “Good girl”
fin
