See You Next Saturday – Part III
Copy right (c) August 2014 JimB
Cathy left the barbershop ‘disappointed’ more than the times before.
Disappointed she did not ask Glenda what she thought of the lady’s hair cut in the photo.
Disappointed she did tell Glenda she thought the lady had a shaved head.
Disappointed she did not tell Glenda she wanted her hair cut the same way as the lady in the photo.
Disappointed Glenda did not ask her any questions.
But, she thought to herself, Glenda could have just given her a high-n-tight.
She did shaved the sides and back of her head.
She did get to experience, at least, some of her head being shaved by a straight razor by a barber.
Still there was the “disappointment”.
Each time she would look at herself in the mirror, for whatever reason, she felt the disappointment.
Her “want” would grow each time.
Disappointment she began to think was all she was going to get with each visit to the King Street Barber Shop.
Maybe she should look for another barbershop, another barber!
One thing was not disappointing, was how she enjoyed touching the back and sides of her head that SATURDAY after her new hair cut.
She lay on her bed thinking of the disappointment of that morning, when she begin stroking the sides of her head.
She felt a shiver start slowly moving down her body from the shaved sides. When it reached her hips her legs begin to tighten and grow straight together.
As her legs spread apart, she began feeling a feeling she had many times with a male friend.
Slowly the feeling grew, her body shivered, her eyes closed.
Before she knew it she heard the telephone ringing.
She sat up and saw it was seven o’clock at night.
She had fallen asleep.
She ran to the telephone, again it was her brother.
He would not be able to make their dinner date so they talked about the family gathering.
Ever so offer when she raised her hand to scratch her head, as if she was thinking of something, her body would start shivering from the smoothness she felt.
She was now hoping their conversation would be over, before something happened she did not want her brother to hear.
After an hour they hung up.
Cathy decided it was best she took a shower, a cold shower, and go to sleep before she got herself into trouble.
Maybe a shower would help her easy her feelings.
So, off she went to the bathroom.
She stepped into the cool shower expecting nothing but the cool water.
But, when she turned her back to the shower and stepped back under it spray, the sudden spray of the cool water cause her to get a feeling she had only felt the first time she shaved her legs.
Quickly a shiver grew and ran her body.
Then, when the shivering settled, she started lathering her head.
Again she felt as if she was going to fall apart.
The smoothness of her scalp started making her feel more disappointed than she was.
“WHY” ….. “WHY”, she began telling herself as she rinsed the lather from her head.
She stepped from the shower, toweled herself off, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror.
She smiled as she patted her head dry. It felt so good.
Then, she brushed her fingertips over the side of her head, the back of her head.
She felt roughness. She felt “fuzz” like she remembered feeling her dad’s face when he came home from work.
She leaned toward the mirror and she could see the little hairs rising from her scalp.
This was more disappointing than this morning, she thought to herself.
Her eyes caught site of the can of shaving cream sitting on the side of the bathtub.
She looked at herself.
Before she knew it she was lathering her head with the shaving cream, just as Glenda had lather her head that morning.
She took a deep breath and took hold of the safety razor she used to shave other parts of her body.
“I’ll just take my time,” she told herself.
She raised the razor and began shaving.
It took her almost an hour but she was finished.
She did not cut, or nick, her head.
She loved how it felt to shave her head.
It was not the same as shaving other parts of her body.
She had to be a little more careful, specially shaving the back where she could not see.
She had to depend on feeling her way back there.
That brings her to this SATURDAY.
The one a week later.
Cathy had let her hair grow the last two days.
Not because she wanted to.
Because she had no choices.
She had worked late the last three days, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, and still had to be to work the next day early in the morning.
So, something had to be let go and it turned out, again to her “disappointment”, shaving the back and sides of her head was it.
She was still not sure with the idea of doing it her self.
She would need more time when she shaved her head.
She came home late Friday, around ten.
She took her shower.
While drying her hair she looked in the mirror.
It grew within her and grew fast.
That was it.
No longer, no more waiting, no more thinking about it.
Tomorrow, SATURDAY, was going to be the day.
She would walk out the KING STREET BARBER SHOP with her head shaved, or she would be walking out looking for another barber.
No more pussy footing around.
No more wondering if she or Glenda would ask any questions.
No more walking out the barbershop disappointed.
The sun was just coming up as Cathy rose from her bed, after a good night’s sleep.
She felt relieved because she had gone to bed with a feeling she might be doing something wrong the next day, SATURDAY.
She went to the kitchen, of her apartment, and fixed a light breakfast, not wanting to have too much in her in case things went a little haywire.
She went back to her bedroom where she laid out her clothing, a skirt with matching blouse and high heel shoes, for her day of adventure.
Finally, she entered her bathroom and let the warm water start filling the bathtub.
After brushing, what, hair she had on her head, Cathy slowly lowered her self into the warm water, in the bathtub.
As she lowered her body, into the warmth of the water, she began to relax, causing her to close her eyes to enjoy the relief of the past weeks tensions.
Slowly her body slid to the bottom, her legs bending at the knees so she was laying on her back and into the warm water.
Her body now covered by the warm water, her thoughts.
There were no more thoughts.
Today, SATURDAY, was the day she would walk out the KING STREET BARBER SHOP with her head shaved by Glenda or she would lose her shyness as she told Glenda off.
She dried off, got dressed in a new skirt and blouse she had brought a few weeks ago, then put on the four inch high heels she also purchased that day, too.
She applied her makeup as usual, then her earring.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror, brushed her clothing a little, grabbed her purse and car keys, and left for the KING STREET BARBER SHOP.
All the way there she thought of how she would tell Glenda.
But, each sounded as if she was asking her permission.
Slowly she began to feel disappointed in herself, for now she had a feeling she wanted to back out on her long time “want”.
Before she could ask herself any more question, she found herself pulling into the parking area next to the barbershop.
She looked at her face in the rearview mirror. She wet her lips then brushed her fingers over her head.
She opened the door of the car and began a demanding walk to the front door of the barbershop.
She did not hesitate reaching for the knob, nor pushing the door open.
She stepped in seeing Glenda was cutting a young boy’s hair into a crew cut.
His mother was sitting in a waiting chair and was the first customer to see her enter the shop.
“Morning Glenda,” Cathy sang out as she walked to a waiting chair.
“Morning Cathy,” she called back to her. “Two ahead of you.”
“Fine,” she replied, then begin reading a magazine.
Again she realized she did not want to watch her as she cut the hair of the other customers. Nor did she notice two other customers come in behind her.
“CATHY,” Glenda’s voice commanded to her to get her attention. “You’re next.”
Glenda stood shaking out the cape as she walked to the barber chair. She sat in it as she took a deep breath.
As Glenda tossed the cape across her she spoke up, “GLENDA ….
“I want you to shave my head.
“Do not ask why.
“Just shave my head completely”.
Her heart fell to her stomach, her mouth became dry, her body shook with fear.
Looking straight ahead at herself in the mirror, she wondered if she really said what she said.
Did the other customers hear her!
She looked at them, neither was looking at her.
“CLICK” the clippers came to life. She looked in the mirror to see Glenda standing behind her.
Her left hand on her left shoulder as the right hand came over the top of her head with the clippers singing loudly.
She placed it in the middle of her forehead and slowly moved it back over the top of her head.
She watched, as the clippers left nothing but stubbles behind.
Her body began to shiver.
Did she hear her request!
Glenda moved the clippers over her head time after time, reducing her short hair to stubbles.
She noticed one of the other customers glancing a look at her and shaking his head.
The door opened, a lady walked in pushing her two sons.
“GLENDA,” she called out then stopped where she was.
Her eyes grew large when she realized the customer in the chair was a woman and she was moving the clippers over her head.
She stood there staring until Glenda responded to her call.
Slowly she walked, pushing her sons, to a waiting chair.
Her eyes were staring a Cathy. She could not take them off her.
Cathy just smiled at her, as Glenda continued buzzing her head.
With the final pass made Glenda turned the clippers off and hung them under the shelf.
Cathy looked at herself in the mirror.
She watched as Glenda moved around behind her.
She saw her toss a large white towel into the sink.
But, there was no running water, no steam.
She saw her pouring something in the lather dispenser, as she reached to the sink and turned on the hot water.
Slowly steam grew from the sink.
She put the container back under the shelf and began moving the towel under the hot running water.
With it rung out she turned and wrapped it around her head.
She closed her eyes as the warmth took control of her body.
Then, she heard the winding sound of the shaving dispenser and saw Glenda turn around.
Her hand had a large amount of warm shaving lather in it.
Her eyes watched as Glenda begin dabbing the lather on the top of her head.
She took a breath, her body rose. She knew Glenda heard what she told her.
She sat back and watched her spread the lather over her head and gently rubbing it in her stubble head of hair.
She was relieved.
She noticed the men were now watching what Glenda was doing.
The lady was holding her sons close to her, her eyes still on Cathy.
She felt the warmth of another hot towel wrapping her head.
She let it sit for a few minutes then removed it and relathered her head. This time she felt the warm lather more.
She felt it covering the stubbles on her head.
With her head all lathered Glenda choose a straight razor, from the shelf, stropped it over the leather strap, and begin shaving her head.
It was as if it was not the first time she was getting her head shaved.
Glenda just placed the edge of the straight razor and started shaving.
Cathy wanted to cry out in joy.
But, the feeling of the sharp blade scrap away over her head covered any thoughts of it.
Her mine just told her to sit back, relax, “enjoy”.
She did so.
Only ever so often she would glance at the other customers, specially the lady, to see if she had their attention.
Which she did!
Glenda gently moved her head, tilting it when it was needed until she was making the last stroke of the razor.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She knew it was she.
She saw her self with the haircut she had wanted for so long.
She was no longer “disappointed”.
She would not have to go looking for another barber.
But, another question popped into her mind.
She tried to think of how to ask but again she felt it was as if she was submissive.
How would she ask Glenda if she should come back once a week for her to shave her head.
How would she ask her without sounding she had a fetish!
Glenda wiped the excess lather from her head with a warm cloth.
Then, she spread a lotion over her head.
At first there was a ‘stinging’ sensation then it slowly grew to coolness.
She dusted her head with the hair duster, then her face.
As the chair was lowered Glenda reached over her and removed the cape.
As the chair came to a stop she raised her hand to her head and brushed her fingertips over her smooth skin.
She took a deep breath and let it rush out, and she smiled.
Glenda stood next to the chair shaking the cape, as she stepped from the chair Glenda whispered to her, “Just was wandering when you would ask me!”
Shaking the cape Glenda called for the next customer.
She stood by the waiting chairs looking at her self in the mirror.
“I DID IT,” she thought to herself. She wanted to just yell out the joy she was feeling, but did not.
She walked back to the chair and paid Glenda, giving her a nice tip.
Glenda smiled caping her next customer, in the chair, who was just looking at Cathy and shaking his head.
She walked to the door, still wondering if she should ask her, “when”.
“SEE YOU NEXT SATURDAY”, came from Glenda’s voice.
She turned towards her, smiled, waived, and said, “Yes.
“SEE YOU NEXT SATURDAY”.”
And, walked out the barbershop.
CONTINUED Copy right (c) August 2014 JimB