Lost in L.A., Part Three

Lost in L.A.

By Shorngirl

Part Three – Surprises Aren’t Always Overrated

I was pleasantly surprised to find Ashley waiting for me out front as I was leaving. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?” I asked, jokingly.

“It’s Tuesday night, that’s barber speak for let’s party,” Ash said, pulling me in for a hug. “Shop’s closed tomorrow.”

“Well, hmmm… your place or mine?” I pressed, hoping it would be hers because I wasn’t sure how she’d feel going back to a motel room.

“Let’s do mine.” Ashley seemed excited, but at the same time, she seemed nervous too. Maybe this wasn’t a regular thing for her. I was hoping I wasn’t her first ‘girl on girl’ encounter, because I certainly had no idea what I was doing. I’d never even considered myself anything but straight, so this was an adventure for me.

Ash led me back to a shiny black Mercedes, and I had to do a double take. “How can you…”

“It’ll all become rather obvious in a few minutes, Jules.” I liked her using my old high school nickname. She unlocked the car, and I climbed into the front seat next to her, the thing still smelling like a new car inside. I guess the obvious question in my mind was, how on earth does a hair stylist slash barber, afford such a spiffy ride?

We stayed on Hollywood Boulevard until it turned into a twisting little lane that wound up into the hills above L.A. I could see the houses were outrageously large as we drove, most having gates and intercoms. “You live up here?” I asked, incredulously.

“You’ll see.” She mused.

After a mile of twisting and turning, we hung a right onto a street called Marmont Avenue. “This is crazy.” I was so glad I hadn’t taken Ashley back to my dinky little motel room, Jesus. We pulled into a drive where she entered a few digits on a keypad, allowing a large metal gate to open. I was just shaking my head as we pulled up this Italian provincial mansion. “Fuck me,” I murmured under my breath.

“That’s the idea.” She giggled.

“Tell me you live here with your parents or something.” I stammered as she opened the front door in a lavish entryway. “Ash, holy shit.”

“Nope, all by my lonesome, except for this fella.” She stooped down and greeted a large dog, that looked something like a retriever. “Hey boy!” she ruffled his neck fur before the animal turned his attention to me, jumping up and nearly sending me flying. “Jedi! Get down.” She scolded. “Sorry about that.”

I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering around, and I was dying to explore. That’s when Ash pounced, her lips latching onto mine, not as bashful this time as her tongue snaked into my mouth. I moaned as she cradled me, her hand wandering up to my breast and teasing an already erect nipple. She pulled me towards the back of the house, through an enormous kitchen, and into what appeared to be a master bedroom.

Before I knew what was happening, she had half my clothes off and hers too, pressing me back onto a king-sized bed. Her hand slipped under my jeans and found my wetness waiting for her. Quickly, she had them down around my ankles and off. “Mmmm, how did I know that was going to be shaved.” She mused as her hand cupped my hairless mound, her finger immediately finding my swollen clit.

I struggled to get her jeans off, so she stopped for a second and stripped herself, before bringing her mouth to my sex. Her tongue slipped through folds as I found her center with my free hand, just as hairless as mine. “Oh, God, this is so intense.” I sighed, shakily.

Before I knew what was happening, we were in a sixty-nine and I was eating my very first pussy. ‘What the hell was I thinking before now?’ I wondered, remembering all the awkward dalliances with guys in back seats and bedrooms. This was something I never imagined.

Ashley’s tongue thrashed at my clit, circling and laving, latching on with her teeth and then tugging until I screamed that I was going to come. Ashley seemed equally turned on and was grinding herself against my mouth as I did my best to improvise and copy what made me feel so good.

We both came simultaneously, my wails of pleasure driving her over the edge as well. She rolled off of me and onto the generous bed, panting for breath, just as I was. “That was amazing.”

“I think that was my line.” I gasped, languishing in the afterglow.

“You can’t tell me that was your first time with a chick,” Ash smirked as she slid off the bed, poured two glasses of water from a dispenser, and handed me one.

“Honestly, it was. You just do something to me, that, and I was mimicking what you were doing to me.” I quenched my thirst before rolling up on one elbow. “Is this place really yours, or are we crashing some millionaire’s pad on a dare?”

“I suppose an explanation is overdue.” Ash frowned. “Come on, let’s go for a swim and I’ll tell you all about it.” She led me out to a tropical paradise, masquerading as her backyard. A small but nicely landscaped pool sat amongst the lush vegetation. Diving in she swam to the opposite side but then seemed to disappear.

Still naked, but not too worried about any neighbors looking on, I followed her into the pool, swimming to where she vanished. A small entrance indicated a grotto, well hidden from the house, so I paddled inside. Ashley was waiting for me, sidled up to a bar, where she had poured us both a drink.

“This is fantastic, Ash,” I said, in wonder of the interior of the grotto, which looked just like a small cave, stalactites and all.

“My little retreat.” She handed me the glass, with what looked like scotch swimming with a couple of ice cubes. “So, here’s what’s going on, Loca.” And she proceeded to tell me all about being left all this money when her parents had perished in an airline accident some five years back. She had lived with them in Boston but had no desire to stay in Beantown as she put it, after they were killed. So, she moved out here. She never said just how much she inherited, but I can only assume it was an enormous sum.

“So, why the salon, or the barbershop?” I asked, which seemed an obvious question.

“Um… boredom, I guess. I was going out of my mind up here, and the friends I met only got me into trouble. When the drugs started to be a problem, I kicked them all out and decided to get a job. That’s pretty much the whole story.” Ash sank the rest of her scotch and dipped her head under the water. “You wouldn’t believe who my neighbors are up here.” She giggled, swimming out of the grotto and resting against the brim of the pool.

“Why? Anybody famous, or anything?” I kidded.

“Just over that fence,” She pointed to a redwood stockade, “is Dakota Johnson, and on the other side of her house, is Jimmy Kimmel.”

“Holy shit, Ash. That’s crazy.” I really was a bit taken aback.

“I don’t think she spends a lot of time there anymore since she hooked up with that guy from Cold Play,” Ash smirked, nonchalantly.

“Chris Martin.” I grinned, knowingly.

“Yeah, that guy.” Ashley lifted herself out of the water and offered me a hand. We made our way back inside, grabbing a couple of towels from a cabana along the way.

To be honest, my life and everything I was doing, suddenly seemed so insignificant. Here was this girl, whom I’d really just met, concealing this huge secret from the world, apparently, and there I was, a stripper from Chicago with no story whatsoever. My dejection must have shown in my expression.

“Hey. I know what you’re thinking. I’m not like that, Julie. Besides, I think I’m really starting to like you. Don’t let all this change how you feel about me.” Ash sighed, pulling me in for a hug.

“It’s all just a bit…”

“Overwhelming. I get it. In the end, it’s all just geography, Jules.” Ashley tried to explain.

Out of nowhere, I let what Pete wanted me to do, slip out. “My boss wants me to go all the way.” I sighed.

“All the way? I thought that was illegal in California.” Ashley mused.

“No, I mean with the hair. He wants me to shave it all off.” I ran my fingers through what remained of my hair, the bristles tickling my palm.

“Well, I think you’d look hot as hell bald.” She kissed me, gently, deepening it until our tongues met and twisted together. “Don’t do it for him though, Julie. Do it for yourself, or better yet, for me.”

“I don’t know if I want to do it at all, Ash. I mean, a few weeks ago I was that blue-eyed blonde you saw wander into your salon. Now, I’m considering losing it all, entirely.” I mewled.

“That’s a lot of change in a short time, but there is the whole enjoyment factor,” Ash said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re just as hooked on haircuts as I am, and you know it.”

“I won’t lie, it does do something to me,” I admitted. “That orgasm I had in the barbershop should have been a horrific experience, but the more I think about it, the more I’m turned on by it.”

“Exactly. We’re two peas in a pod, you and I, babe.” Ashley smiled. She looked up at the clock and grimaced. “You want me to take you home, or do you want to stay here?”

The thought of her seeing the seedy little motel I was staying at made me cringe. I knew she’d find out eventually, but for now, I didn’t want her to know. “Is it alright if I stay?”

“You can have your own room, or you can sleep with me, although I’m not sure how much sleep we’ll get that way.” Ash offered.

“I think I’d rather stay with you,” I murmured meekly.

“That’s good, because I really wasn’t going to be happy, otherwise.” Ashley led the way back to her bedroom. It was the first time I’d fallen asleep in the arms of a woman.

Sex in the morning had never been my strong suit, but for some reason, things were completely different with Ash. She was kind and gentle, allowing me to wake up to the gentle strumming of my clit between her fingers. “You can keep doing that for as long as you want.” I moaned.

After we had both come a few times each, Ash offered to make us breakfast. I said that I should be the one treating her, but she insisted on feeding me. Still naked, and having been so since the night before, I slipped into the pool, allowing the cool salt water to lap over my body.

“You look good in my pool.” Ashley grinned, setting two plates down on the umbrella table that looked down over the yard, and me. I slipped out of the water and lighted on the white wrought iron chair. She had disappeared back into the house before I sat down but returned with two piping cups of coffee. The omelet with toast and a couple of strips of bacon, smelled great and tasted even better.

“This is wonderful.” I gushed, not having had a ‘real’ breakfast since I left home almost a month before.

“My pleasure. Now, what do you think about heading down to the barbershop and giving you that look you’ve been thinking about?” Ashley smiled, running her fingers over the top of my head as she cleared.

“If I’m doing this, I’m doing it for me… and maybe for you, but definitely not for Pete.” I declared.

“Absolutely,” Ash said, decidedly.

“I thought the shop was closed today?” I questioned.

“Exactly.” Ash winked, and I suddenly had the most irresistible urge to shave my head.

         It almost seemed normal to be traveling through the Hollywood hills in a snazzy sports car, and that made me feel odd all of a sudden. I certainly couldn’t get used to this. Who knew how long anything between Ashley and I might last, but seeing as it was just getting started, I decided to allow the feeling to wash over me for the time being.

         “Here we are.” Ash grinned, mischievously. She fumbled through her purse for the keys and after resetting the security system, locked the door behind us.

         I looked around, pleased to see everything turned off, and relatively dark. There was a set of old-fashioned Venetian blinds over the front windows as well as the door, giving us complete privacy.

         “You wanna do this naked?” Ashley asked, popping her eyebrows twice.

         It felt weird thinking about such a thing, but seeing as there wasn’t going to be anyone but the two of us, I opted for nude. “Yes, please.”

         “I’ll have to put down a towel on the leather, you know. Can’t have you spoiling the finish with those copious juices of yours, now, can we?” She chuckled, having commented that morning about how wet I get when I’m turned on.

         I quickly shed my jeans and top, dropping my panties on top of the pile, which I left in the middle of the floor by the row of chairs.

         “Shameless hussy, stripping in the middle of a barbershop.” Ash kidded, pinching my butt and scooting me into her chair. “Might have to spank you later.”

         I knew she was kidding, but the notion of her laying me over her lap and polishing my bottom with a few good smacks, suddenly had me hot. “I am a bad girl, aren’t I?” I mused.

         “We’ll see in a moment or two.” Ash got the clippers ready, the plastic guard nowhere in sight. She even swapped out the metal part of the blade for one that seemed finer and, the teeth smaller and closer together.

She flipped them on, causing me to jump in the chair, the winding whir of the blades catching me daydreaming. ‘What the hell was I doing?’ I said, inwardly.

“Shall we go straight down the middle?” Ash suggested, wrapping the cord to the clippers around her forearm.

“Go for it!” I quietly screamed.

“Yes, by all means, go for it.” A male voice called out as the shop lights illuminated the scene.

Ashley and I both turned to the front door, but it was closed and locked up tight. Our attention was quickly drawn to the figure walking out of the back hall. It was Brad.

I flew out of the chair in an attempt to get to my clothes, but he was closer and faster. He kicked them under the chairs and took a seat above them. “Sorry, Paige, but you really must stop taking off your clothes.” He guffawed. “Especially in such odd places; a barbershop?”

“Cut it out, Brad. What are you doing here on a Wednesday?” Ash questioned.

“When the security pinged, I got a message on my phone. What kind of proprietor would I be if I didn’t check it out? Then I found the two of you up to no good. Why am I not surprised?”

“Well, now that you know it’s me, you can go.” Ash directed.

“No, I wouldn’t hear of it. Just pretend I’m not here.” Brad kicked out his feet and crossed his legs, obviously not going anywhere.

I looked at Ashley and she at me, bursting into laughter. “If he wants to watch, I mean, what the hell.” I shrugged. “It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before.”

Ashley brandished the clippers, and although not as eager as before rested them at the top of my forehead. “You sure now?” She grinned, eyeing Brad who was leaning forward in his chair. Nodding, I gave my final consent.

I felt the cool steel of the bare blades run over the top of my head, sending a familiar shiver down my spine. A flurry of half-inch-long hair came pouring off the top of my head, over my shoulders, and tickling my nipples before dusting the top of my naked thighs.

“You should leave it like that!” Brad insisted, excitedly. “Bet they’d love that at the club.”

Ash pointed the whirring clippers at him. “If you’re gonna keep interrupting…”

“I’m shutting up, okay?” He held up both hands, in capitulation.

Ashley leaned down, whispering in my ear. “I can’t believe I’m doing this to you, Loca. I remember that long silky mane you had a few weeks ago.” She ran the blades playfully over my skull. “Makes me hot knowing I’ve taken that all away from you.”

I smiled as the buzz from the clippers was beginning to transfer nicely to my clit, Ashley’s taunting only adding fuel to the fire. I looked over at Brad, who seemed oblivious to Ash’s words, then looked up at my sexy barber and smiled. “Take it, Ash. Take it all.” I mouthed, sotto voce.

Long, pressured strokes peeled away all the hair that still clung to my scalp until I just knew that there was nothing to be seen. Ash turned the chair so I could gaze at myself in the mirror. I went to run a hand over my gleaming egg, but a gentle grasp on my wrist prevented me. “Not yet, babe.” Ash ran her fingers through the palm of my hand, then planted a wet kiss on my mouth that ignited my lust. “Wait ‘til you’re done.”

I heard the familiar whine of the lather dispenser, Ashley returning with a handful of aromatic menthol foam. Sensually, she spread the icy hot stuff all over my head, the cool sensation of the lather evoking a moan from my parted lips. She leaned in again. “You know… he’s still way better at this than me.”

I looked back at her in the mirror, a concerned expression crossing my face; one that was met with a quick glance at Brad. “I don’t know, Ashley.”

Still in a whisper, she admitted, almost painfully. “I would hate for you to go to work with razor burn, or worse yet…”

“Okay…” I scowled under my breath. “…but you owe me later.” I looked over at Brad, who seemed to be waiting for us to beckon him over. “You wanna finish me up?”

I almost laughed as he shot out of the chair like he was on a spring. “Absolutely, Paige. You’ll be smooth as a baby’s bottom when I’m done with you.”

Ash had handed me a towel, which I used to cover my hairless crotch, much to Brad’s disappointment. He had yet to pay for a private dance at the club, thank my stars, so he hadn’t earned this either.

Brad opened a drawer at his station and took out a rather ornate-looking razor that seemed almost antique. It didn’t have a removable blade, but still looked menacing as he stropped it next to my exposed leg. “I save this for special occasions, like this one.” He sighed. “It was my grandfather’s. Boy, he’d have a hoot if he could see what his old blade was doing now.”

“As long as you do a good job, Bradley, I really don’t care what blade you use,” Ashley warned, leaning back against the counter to give him some room.

Nodding, he laid a warm damp towel on my shoulder and rested the shimmering tool at the top of my crown. “Here we go.”

Just like before, the rasp of the blade against the minuscule stubble that remained on my scalp sent a rush through my body. As the strokes got longer and more deliberate, I felt the same urge to come all over again. I looked over at Ash who knew exactly what was happening. Surprising me, she knelt on the padded footrest between my legs, pushing against the inside of my knees. Lifting the towel and slipping beneath, I felt her tongue caress my slit.

“Jesus Christ,” Brad murmured under his breath, his razor pausing to observe.

“You just finish the job, Brad.” I snipped. “Never you mind what’s…ohhh, what’s going on between my legs.” Ashley had found my clit, curling her tongue around it, deliciously. “You cut me, and you’ll never get that lap dance.”

He immediately started shaving once again, slowly and deftly exposing the very shape of my skull. The top was barren now, and I could see the fluorescent tubes reflected in its glassy surface. I was so close now, and Ashley’s gentle tongue knew just how to keep me skirting the edge of the chasm.

As the razor made the long sweeping strokes along my nape, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. Brad raised the blade, almost knowingly, as I screamed at the top of my lungs, Ash gripping my tender bud between her teeth and lashing it with her tongue. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me as I finally succumbed to my pent-up orgasms.

To be honest, I almost felt sorry for Brad, who finished up the sides to the rhythm of my panting attempts to recover. He grabbed another hot towel and wrapped my head in it, the damp heat feeling wonderful against my freshly denuded skin. I looked down to Ashley emerge from underneath the towel, her chin glistening with my juice.

“Well, that was fun to watch.” Brad chuckled, as he swept the towel from my head, the cool air feeling almost shocking. I couldn’t help but notice the sizeable bulge in his jeans, and I knew what he’d be doing when he got home.

I tried to put that image out of my mind as I turned to Ashley. “Thank you for that.” I managed, my senses slowly returning.

“We can lock up, Brad,” Ash suggested, sternly.

Supposing he had milked this scene for everything he could, he nodded in agreement. “Make sure you clean up.” He mused, as he headed down the back hall.

When we heard the back door click shut, we both turned to each other with a mutual smile. “He won’t forget that anytime soon.” I supposed.

“Oh, I’ll make sure he keeps it to himself, at least in the shop,” Ashley promised.

“Thank you for that, but I doubt his tongue will stop wagging when he’s down at the X.” I grimaced.

“How about you cop a feel now?” Ashley eased my hand up to my head, caressing my head with me as I moaned with the sensation.

“Oh, my God, it’s so smooth.” I gasped.

“He is good for that, if nothing else.” Ashley kidded, as she grasped my naked skull with her splayed fingers and kissed me deeply, our tongues doing battle. Her fingers held me firm, the intense pressure on my scalp making me sigh with pleasure. “Why don’t you get used to the ‘new you’ while I clean up,” Ashley suggested.

Taking her advice, I sauntered over to the large mirror and gawked at the utterly bald waif staring back at me in its impartial surface. I looked so naked, even though I was, indeed, naked. This unveiling was so very different than simply removing my clothes. This was truth and divulgence laid bare. It was difficult to decide whether I was ugly or beautiful. Perhaps I was beautiful, but in a very different sense than I had ever imagined. “I look… odd.” I managed, as my fingers fell away from my skull.

“Trust me, Julie… You’re smokin’ hot.” Ashley insisted as she tossed me my clothes from under the chair. “You want to go back to my place?”

I wanted more than ever to head back to Ashley’s palatial estate but knew that I had to at least touch base back at my room before work. I had tips to stash there, and I think I needed some alone time. “Actually, I think I need to stop at…‘home’ before work.”

“That’s cool. I’ll give you a ride.” Ash said as she pulled the door closed to the shop.

“Um… maybe…”

“Look, babe. I’m not worried about where you’re crashing, so don’t feel like you need to hide it from me, okay? She explained.

“I live in a motel,” I confessed, hiding my face in my hands.

“It’s cool, Loca. Now, I will need to know which one.” She started the Mercedes and pulled away from the curb as I reluctantly gave her directions.

To my horror, Ash insisted on coming in and I tried to remember if I’d even cleaned up the place before my last shift. As the door opened, I realized I had. “Home, shit home.” I mused, motioning toward the sofa.

“Hey, I’ve seen worse. Hell, I’ve lived in worse.” Ashley admitted. “You keep it nice.”

“Thanks. You want a beer?” I opened the fridge, taking out two and returning one after she refused.

“How do you think this is going to go over at the club, Jules?” She asked, earnestly.

I self-consciously ran a hand over my head, reminding myself what we had done. “I hope it’s a hit. Pete certainly thinks it will be. I guess I’ll see.”

“How about you takin’ the night off?” Ashley suggested.

“Ash, I really…”

“How about you takin’ the rest of the month.” Seeming quite serious.

“Ashley?” I stammered; a bit bewildered. “I’d get fired. Hell, I’d probably get fired if I didn’t show up tonight.”

“I’m not going to find someone like you again, Julie.” Ashley managed, her voice tight. “You and me, we’re two of a kind, you know.”

“Ashley? What are you saying? We barely know each other.” I was starting to gather what she was asking, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it. I really liked her, maybe even more than that, but…

“Move in with me, Julie.” She finally said. “I haven’t been able to share my life with anyone for a long time.”

I looked at her, and then at my tiny room. Was this really happening? Did I want it to happen? “What if I said yes?” I finally mumbled.

“Then you’d make me very happy.” Ashley’s voice was breaking.

“Hey! Don’t you dare do that.” I chortled, kneeling down to hold her. “If I’m going to do this, then I want to do it my way.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Epilogue

No one could believe what I’d done when I walked into the club that night. Pete was beside himself, saying I was going to be a sensation. None of the girls could keep their hands off my newly shaved head, wondering how I found the courage to do something so drastic.

The first few dances were amazing, and I flaunted my new look for all it was worth. I could tell the guys were falling over themselves to get close as I crawled along the edge of the stage in my characteristic move.

As I got ready for my final dance, I was getting worried that my plan might not pan out as I’d hoped. I hadn’t seen Brad yet, and I wondered if he’d worn himself out jerking off over our earlier encounter. He didn’t disappoint, however. As I stood in the wings, I saw both Brad and Ashley talking as they approached the stage. It was time.

My music started and I made my usual entrance, dragging my tattered wrap behind me on the floor. Smiling, I saw Brad make eye contact with me, running his hand over his head and popping his brows. Jeez, maybe he didn’t deserve this. It was too late to change the plan now.

A few twirls later I lost my top on the pole, and much to the crowd’s delight I tossed it into the front row. Topless, I crawled up to Brad and allowed him to slip a five into my bottoms, but crawled away before he got any ideas. Ashley had disappeared. This was it. There were only a few seconds left of my song and my heart was in my throat. Standing dead center a few feet back from the edge, I locked eyes with Brad and made sure I had his attention. In a flurry of motion, I ripped off my bottom, reveling in my exposure as every jaw in the place hit the floor.

The lights went out on the stage as someone astute enough to have seen what just happened, reacted as I knew they would. In the confusion, I ran for the front door, still entirely naked; naked and hairless.

I panicked for a moment as the cool night air hit my naked skin and there was no Mercedes in sight. Several unsavory men made their way toward me as a squeal of tires saved me from their advances. Ash peeled away as fast as she had arrived, the lights of Hollywood Boulevard a blur to either side.

With the top down, the wind caressed my nakedness and I shook my head as I had always done, garnering a grin from Ashley. “Nice exit.” She mused, reaching over to caress my head. “Let’s go home.”

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