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Kit’s Playground Part 4: Under New Management

By Barbershoptales

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The plot in the Kit’s Playground series is really ramping up so here is the newest installment in the spin-off of my most popular series! Although my Dream Come True series has probably passed it by now. Thanks for reading! Here’s the link to the first story in this spin-off:

Austin’s Razor: Kit’s Playground

And here’s the link to the original:

Austin’s Razor: Ellie’s Awakening

Old Friends

“Well? Don’t I get a hug? I am the one who brought you in to something that has clearly changed your life,” Ellie said, holding her arms out to welcome a hug.

Kit was speechless as she stood there, a towel covering her naked body and another covering her head. The shaving cream that she had lathered on was still there, sealed in by the towel she had hastily thrown on to give the illusion that she had hair to whatever visitor had knocked on her door. She hasn’t expected the visitor to be the one who had first shaved her.

”What? Cat got your tongue? You’ve been a trouble maker, missy,” Ellie said, putting her hands on her hips.

”Ellie, what are you doing here?” Kit finally sputtered out.

”You know exactly what I’m doing here. The real Razor sent me here to put a stop to this insanity,” Ellie said, walking into Kit’s house and closing the door behind her. Kit took notice of the fact that Ellie referred to their former master as “the real Razor.”

Ellie walked deeper into the house and began looking around, “So I see the Razor insanity has become pretty profitable for you. You do realize that you’re going to get yourself caught right?”

Kit instantly hated how Ellie was making herself at home so quickly. And she hated even more how Ellie was questioning her abilities as the new serial kidnapper. Kit had been careful. She had covered her tracks, never been identified. Even her underling, Dani, still believed she was a man. There was no way the local authorities would ever catch her.

”How’s Austin? Shouldn’t you be with him?” Kit asked, ignoring the intrusive probing of her guest.

”Austin is great. He’s nine months old now. You know he was three months old when you started up this silliness. Now, he’s having to stay with Auntie Liza while I deal with you,” Ellie said, walking into the kitchen and opening cabinets.

She finally found what she was looking for, a coffee cup, and poured herself a cup from the pot that Kit had brewed. “Do you have any creamer? You know I can’t drink black coffee.”

Kit opened her refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of creamer and slid it across the counter to Ellie. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you. You really didn’t have to come.”

Ellie poured some creamer into her cup. She opened a few drawers until she found a spoon which she used to stir her coffee. “And you don’t have to wear that silly towel on your head. I know what’s under there. I made you that way, after all.”

Kit rolled her eyes and pulled the towel off, wiping the shaving cream off. She hated to reveal her head to her former mistress without a clean shave, but she couldn’t control that.

”You interrupted me while I was getting ready to shave, you know,” Kit said with annoyance seeping from her words.

Ellie smirked an annoying little smirk, “You could take that other towel off, too. It’s not like I haven’t seen it already.”

”I think I’ll keep it on for now, thanks though,” Kit said with a mocking tone.

Ellie took a sip of her coffee and nodded, “So what are we going to do with you?”

”I don’t know what you mean. I’m just a small business owner trying to get something going here in Dallas,” Kit said, shrugging her shoulders.

”Don’t play fucking dumb with me. Razor isn’t happy. You’re tempting fate with how public you’re being. And Razor and I won’t be going down with you just because you’ve gone off the deep end,” Ellie said, thumping her coffee mug down onto the counter, spilling a little bit of coffee as she did.

“You think I’m stupid enough to get caught? I learned from your mistakes. I won’t be kidnapping some undercover FBI agent like you two did,” Kit said, rubbing her stubbly head.

She moved in the kitchen closer to where she had a taser hidden in a drawer. She didn’t like where this was going and wanted to be ready.

”What about your little underling, Dani? You think she’s devoted enough not to rat you out? You won’t even give her little rewards for leading victims to you. Her hair has gotten so long, you know how badly she wants you to shave it again, right?” Ellie chided.

Kit didn’t understand how Ellie knew about Dani, but she refused to show surprise. “Dani will continue to follow orders and she doesn’t know enough to be a problem anyway.”

”You know that agent is already in town working with the local police? She has made it her life’s mission to track down the Razor after we ruined her hair for life. You think some beauty supply shop owner can outsmart the FBI?” Ellie asked, furrowing her brow.

The kitchen had a center island and Kit could see that Ellie shifted as she moved, keeping the island between them. Kit reminded herself that Ellie was a fighter. Or at least she had been. Along with “Auntie Liza,” Ellie had been attending Brazilian Jiu Jitsu classes for a while. Kit was sure she had been forced to take a break during her pregnancy and immediately afterward, but as Ellie mentioned, Austin was nine months old which meant Ellie had plenty of time to get back onto the mat.

Kit smirked to herself, though. She had been training too. Not in a grappling martial art like Ellie, although she had dabbled some in wrestling. Instead, Kit had taken up the striking sports, mainly kick boxing. Not like the prissy girls did to get in shape, but actual sparring and fighting.

So, although she knew Ellie may be more gifted in grappling, Kit understood that she was the more well-rounded fighter. And she was taller and stronger, probably at least thirty pounds heavier than the thin preppy girl whom she knew she would soon be squaring off with. Kit also knew she had a home field advantage.

”I think you should leave before you bite off more than you can chew. I’m not that pathetic little submissive girl that I used to be,” Kit said, opening the drawer that her taser was hidden in.

She looked down and was instantly confused. Instead of a yellow and black taser, she only saw some harmless kitchen utensils. Stunned, she looked back up at Ellie who laughed a confident laugh.

”Oh my god, Kit! You think I would have walked into this room if I hadn’t checked it first? You really should upgrade your security system. And masturbate less in the shower,” Ellie said, holding the taser and pointing it at Kit.

In a flash, Kit stripped her towel off and dove across the counter and into her small breakfast nook. Her dive for cover had been just in time as she heard the prongs clack against the hard counter, followed by the terrifying sound of the electricity arcing without a good connection.

Once the crackling of the arcing taser stopped, Kit popped back up, eyes wide as she searched for her former friend. She turned just in time to see Ellie round the corner of her counter.

Kit knew what her next move would be and reacted perfectly. Ellie lunged for Kit’s legs, hoping to take her to the ground. Dropping her legs back, Kit sprawled and landed on Ellie’s back, hard. The wind immediately was blown out of Ellie’s lungs as the nude Kit scrambled to mount Ellie’s back.

Thanks to the surprise and pain, Ellie was unable to do much to defend herself and feebly tried to twist and turn. As a more confident striker, Kit rained blows down on Ellie, swing hooks to hit her in the cheeks, eyes, and jaw.

Although she understood she would have rather ended things with a knockout punch, Kit understood she would have to delve into Ellie’s area of expertise to end this fight quickly. After a heavy right-handed blow to her opponent’s jaw, the serial kidnapper slipped her arm around her former friend’s neck and wrapped her in a choke hold.

Ellie gasped and tried to talk, tried to throw elbows, or roll, or escape the chokehold, but to no avail. The two ended up with Kit on the bottom, hold Ellie face up. Kit finished the fight with just enough of a squeeze that, in moments, Ellie was completely unconscious.

Leaping to her feet, Kit scrambled into the kitchen and opened her refrigerator. Inside a fake butter container was an already prepared syringe filled with her favorite drug cocktail. Just as Ellie began to shake herself from her stupor, Kit stuck the needle into Ellie’s neck and injected the potent drugs.

Roles Reversed

Kit was furious as she stood over Ellie. She had not bothered to call Ben. This was her own matter to deal with. And it was personal.

How dare Ellie and the old Razor try to stop her? And how dare they think she would slip up. Kit looked at Ellie and her now comparatively long hair. Still naked, Kit rubbed her prickly head as she thought over what to do about that.

Dragging Ellie by the legs, Kit hauled her into her windowless master bathroom. She hurried into her bedroom and took her duffel bag that held most of the tools she used as the Razor and brought them to the bathroom.

Kit then moved into her small breakfast nook and dragged one of the chairs from the table into the bathroom and propped Ellie up on it. For being so small, the dead weight of the limp girl made the task much more difficult than Kit expected, but she managed.

Next, Kit stripped her victim down and piled the clothes into the corner. She also removed the hair tie from her ponytail and threw that in the trash. She wanted to punish Ellie and the old Razor for this transgression.

She used duct tape from her bag to tape each of Ellie’s ankles to the legs of the chair and taped her arms behind her back. Finally, Kit made several passed around Ellie’s upper body and the chair, securing her firmly to the chair.

Kit looked at what she had done and smiled. She had made sure to tape only below Ellie’s breasts, leaving her pierced nipples exposed. Kit guessed that Ellie was probably forced to remove them to feed her child, but since she was away she was able to wear them.

Fondly remembering the times they had shared a bed, with Ellie practicing all of her seductive arts on her underling to perfect them, Kit felt herself grow wet. It was then that she remember that she was still naked and hadn’t had the chance to shave. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and sighed. The shadow of stubble on her head would have to wait, but she pulled on a pair of athletic shorts and a sports bra.

Kit took her clippers from her duffel bag and plugged them in. They weren’t her favorite clippers, those, along with all of her other normal supplies and her tattoo gun were all left in her lair, what she and Ben referred to as “The Salon.” But the clippers she had would do fine.

How would she humiliate her victim this time, though? It would need to be in a way that would be symbolic to her former masters. Something to mock them. Kit smiled to herself once she decided.

Not waking Ellie up, Kit began the cut. She was going a little off script for this one, but nothing about this was normal for her. Her victim’s face was bloody and swollen from the beating that had preceded this haircut.

Using her clippers, Kit began by cutting Ellie’s bangs off in a straight line above her eyebrows. Kit noted how easy things were when her victim was struggling and sobbing. Once the bangs were cut, Kit began working around the right side of Ellie’s head, following the same line from the bangs. She pushed the clippers into the peroxide blonde hair horizontally, cutting a straight line into the hair and then dragging down to shave everything below the line.

Working around the back, Kit repeated the process of push in and then drag down. She’d clean up the shave on the sides after she finished the shape of the cut. Even Ellie, who loved having her head shaved as much as Kit did, would hate her look when her captor was finished.

Kit wrapped up the initial cut by completing the line around Ellie’s head, leaving her with a horrible short mushroom cut. Kit, of course wasn’t finished, but even this was a good start. She snapped a picture for later and worked to closely shave the sides and nape below the line.

She regretted not having her straight razor to be able to smoothly shave the sides, but that was with her other supplies at the Salon and the razor Kit used to shave her own head with wouldn’t work well on such a precise line.

Kit stepped back to admire the initial haircut. The sides had been shaved so close that anybody other than a head shaving aficionado such as herself would have considered the sides bald. She knew better, of course.

Next, Kit swept all of the hair behind Ellie and adjust the seat so that she couldn’t see her reflection in anything. She would have a surprise in store for when she woke up.

Once everything was in position, Kit used one of her antidotes for the drug cocktail and injected it into Ellie’s neck. The girl gasped and her head snapped up. She looked up at Kit, enraged.

”What the fuck do you think you’re doing to me?” Ellie growled.

Kit laughed, the poor girl had no idea how ridiculous she looked. Holding up her clippers, she flipped them on and off. Behind her back, she had a clump of Ellie’s hair hidden in her hand.

”Don’t you dare cut my hair. The real Razor has been growing my hair out. You wouldn’t like what would happen if you ruined his plans,” Ellie threatened.

Kit laughed a wicked laugh, “Oh you stupid little whore, it’s far too late for that.”

She held up the clump of hair and dropped it into Ellie’s naked lap. Ellie’s eyes opened wide and she glared at her captor.

”You didn’t,” she said, her lip starting to quiver.

Kit nodded and slid Ellie’s chair to face the mirror, “Yes, bitch, I did.”

Ellie immediately started to cry, fighting against the tape that restrained her. She shook her head, the mushroom shaped hair bobbing as she moved her head.

”No! Razor liked my hair! He’s going to be so disappointed in me! Fuck you, you stupid bitch! I brought you into this life! You fucking owe me!” Ellie said, tears in her eyes.

”And then you abandoned me! You got to carry his child! You get to continue living under his watch, following his orders! What about me? I got nothing except a bald head and a hunger that I couldn’t satisfy any other way! All I owe you is that I won’t be putting a tattoo on your bitch face. But I’m not done with your hair yet. And if you fight me, you’ll be getting tattooed anyway,” Kit yelled at her captive.

It felt good finally getting to say that to the girl who had abandoned her. Even though Ellie hadn’t returned the feelings, Kit had fallen hard for her former friend. Kit had felt fully abandoned and taking on the mantle of Austin’s Razor had been one last connection to a time in her life where she had been with her greatest love.

Ellie sat there and sobbed, “Fine, what are you doing to me? Is this not what you wanted me to leave like? I look hideous.”

Kit laughed, “You’ll see. Hold still you ugly whore.”

Using her clippers, Kit began to shave a bald patch at the back of Ellie’s crown. As her victim continued to sob, Kit pushed the clippers to just behind where Ellie’s bangs grew from.

She expanded the bald spot to all of the edges of the bowl cut, leaving just a two inch ring of hair around Ellie’s head. The one who was so devoted to her master would show her devotion by looking like a monk.

Kit cleaned up the bald patch, making sure the hair was as short as possible. Then she stopped for a moment and held her hand on her chin. One last thing.

Using her own shaving cream, she piled it up onto the top of Ellie’s head. She didn’t care if it wasn’t perfect, she wanted to take all of the shaved parts down to the skin. She massaged the shaving cream in on the top of Ellie’s head and then the sides.

With her razor, she began first by shaving the top of Ellie’s head. Unlike she did with her normal victims, Kit first shaved with the grain, then against it. Ellie had earned a small amount of respect for awakening this within her and so Kit would be more gentle.

Kit finished the top of Ellie’s head and then pushed her head down to shave the sides and back. She traced the edges of the mushroom cut hair and shaved downward first, then up until the sides were as smooth as Kit kept her head daily.

Lifting Ellie’s chin and squeezing her cheeks with one hand, Kit slapped the top of her head with the other.

”Don’t you look so good now, you ugly whore? Since you’re so devoted to your master, I felt like this was the perfect cut for you,” Kit mocked.

Ellie sat there and sobbed at her reflection. She had been so proud, so bold, so beautiful when she walked in. But Kit had changed that.

“Razor is going to get you for this,” Ellie said through her tears.

”I’d like to see him try,” Kit said, slapping Ellie in the face.

A New Master in Town

Kit had finally allowed Ellie to leave, only once pictures had been taken and sent to the number that Ellie had for the old Razor. Kit wanted them to come directly from Ellie to show that the old Razor had no more power.

She had been sent away wearing a hat to cover her hideous haircut, her face battered and bruised. Kit had watched her hurry to her car, defeated, broken, and humiliated.

Finally, Kit was able to return to her daily routine. She had to clean up the hair and supplies but then she went to take another shower. The fight and work after had been sweaty business, and she needed her stubble to be softened by the hot water.

She used her vibrator again until she was weak in the knees and then stepped out to shave. Coating her head in shaving cream yet again, she was finally able to return her scalp to the smoothness she loved.

Nobody would be stopping her. Kit was the new Razor and was so much better than the first had been. Once Dallas had been brought to its knees, she would move on to a new city, then another, then another until the whole country would live in fear of Austin’s Razor.

Progress and Justice

AJ rubbed her head as she poured over her notes. She sat alone in her makeshift office, a conference room in the Dallas Police Department main station. After hours of interviews with victims and pouring over grainy security camera footage, she couldn’t stand wearing her wig anymore and had taken it off.

She was still ashamed of the way she looked and even more ashamed of the cause. She had failed and her failure resulted in the case that would have made her career, instead robbed her of her once beautiful hair. Now her hair looked like that of the 45 year old desk sergeant that she had checked out evidence from.

It had been a few days since she had shaved, she had spent so many hours working with the local LEOs to track down the man that had ruined her life. The stubble itched and only further highlighted the horrible nature of the remaining portion of her hair.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Maybe it was time to turn in. She was so tired, she was probably losing her effectiveness as an agent.

Then her laptop pinged. An email. Who would be up this late? It wouldn’t be somebody from her field office. They would have been in bed for hours. The Dallas PD detectives had all gone home too.

Opening the email, she read one line that brought out an actual cheer from her lips. From an anonymous email address, it was short and simple.

“I can get you Austin’s Razor.”

3 responses to “Kit’s Playground Part 4: Under New Management”

  1. Things are really starting to ramp up in Dallas! Did Ellie really bite off more than she could chew or is it Kit that is in over her bald head? I know some people felt like the way I ended Razor and Ellie’s story wasn’t satisfying so what did everybody think of Ellie getting put in the chair for a more unique punishment?

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