Shelby’s Barbershop Experience

Shelby, a 33-year-old marketing manager, had been putting off getting her hair cut for months. Her once-stylish long brown hair now hung limp and lifeless, framing her face in an unkempt manner. She needed a change, both in her appearance and her life. The daily grind of office politics and failed relationships had left her feeling stagnant and unfulfilled.

One Saturday morning, Shelby found herself walking into “Cuts & Color,” a quaint barbershop tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The bell above the door chimed as she entered, announcing her arrival to the sole occupant – a woman with short, spiky blonde hair and a confident smirk.

“Hi there, how can I help you today?” the barber asked, eyeing Shelby’s unruly mane.

Shelby hesitated, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her appearance. “I… I need a haircut. Something different.”

The barber’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I’ve got just the thing. Trust me, I’ll have you looking and feeling like a new woman.”

Shelby nodded, unsure of what she was getting into but desperate for a change. She took a seat in the barber chair, the worn leather creaking beneath her.

The barber, whose name tag read “Scissors,” began by brushing Shelby’s long hair, the soft bristles tickling her scalp. Shelby closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road,” Scissors said, grabbing a pair of scissors from her apron. “I’m going to wet your hair first, so you’ll need to sit still.”

Shelby nodded, but as Scissors reached for the spray bottle, a sudden realization struck her. “Wait, what kind of cut did you have in mind?”

Scissors paused, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. I’ve got a special surprise for you.”

Before Shelby could protest, Scissors sprayed her hair with water, the cool droplets running down her neck and shoulders. She reached for a comb, her fingers deftly parting Shelby’s hair into sections.

As Scissors began to cut, Shelby felt a strange sensation. The scissors seemed to be cutting much closer to her scalp than she had anticipated. She tried to crane her neck to see in the mirror, but Scissors’ firm grip on her shoulders kept her in place.

“What are you doing back there?” Shelby asked, a hint of panic creeping into her voice.

“Just sit still and let me work my magic,” Scissors replied, her voice laced with amusement.

Shelby’s heart began to race as she realized what was happening. Scissors was giving her a short, blunt bob – a style that was far from what she had envisioned. But as the scissors continued to snip and snip, Shelby found herself oddly aroused by the sensation of losing her long hair.

The cool air against her newly exposed neck sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel a dampness growing between her legs. She squirmed in the chair, trying to ignore the growing heat in her core.

Scissors seemed to sense Shelby’s discomfort, her hands lingering on Shelby’s shoulders and neck. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Just a little bit more.”

Shelby bit her lip, trying to focus on anything but the growing ache between her thighs. She could feel Scissors’ breath hot against her ear as she worked, the intimate proximity only adding to her arousal.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Scissors stepped back to admire her handiwork. Shelby tentatively opened her eyes, barely recognizing the woman staring back at her in the mirror. Her once-long brown hair now fell just below her ears in a sharp, angular bob.

“Well, what do you think?” Scissors asked, running her fingers through the short strands.

Shelby swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “It’s… different.”

Scissors laughed, her eyes gleaming with a hint of wickedness. “Oh, I’m not done yet. You’re going to love what comes next.”

Before Shelby could protest, Scissors reached for a pair of scissors with a long, sharp blade. She brought them to Shelby’s neck, the cold metal pressing against her skin.

Shelby gasped, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. “What are you doing?”

Scissors’ lips curled into a knowing smirk. “I’m giving you the full treatment. Now, be a good girl and hold still.”

Shelby’s heart pounded in her chest as Scissors began to shave a strip of hair from the nape of her neck. The cool blade glided over her skin, leaving a trail of exposed flesh in its wake. Shelby’s breath hitched as she felt Scissors’ fingers trailing over the newly shaved area, the sensation sending electric jolts straight to her core.

Scissors continued to work, shaving a path up the back of Shelby’s head. Shelby could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties damp with arousal. She squirmed in the chair, trying to find some relief from the growing ache.

Scissors seemed to sense Shelby’s discomfort, her hands lingering on the sensitive skin of her neck. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little bit more.”

Shelby bit her lip, trying to focus on anything but the growing heat in her core. She could feel Scissors’ breath hot against her ear as she worked, the intimate proximity only adding to her arousal.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Scissors stepped back to admire her handiwork. Shelby tentatively opened her eyes, barely recognizing the woman staring back at her in the mirror. Her once-long brown hair now fell just below her ears in a sharp, angular bob, the nape of her neck shaved smooth and exposed.

“Well, what do you think?” Scissors asked, running her fingers through the short strands.

Shelby swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “It’s… intense.”

Scissors laughed, her eyes gleaming with a hint of wickedness. “Oh, I’m not done yet. You’re going to love what comes next.”

Before Shelby could protest, Scissors reached for a bottle of oil, the clear liquid shimmering in the light. She poured a generous amount into her hands, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air.

Shelby’s breath caught in her throat as Scissors began to massage the oil into her scalp, her fingers working in slow, sensual circles. Shelby’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Scissors’ hands worked their magic.

Scissors seemed to sense Shelby’s growing arousal, her fingers lingering on the sensitive skin of her neck and ears. Shelby could feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching for more.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Scissors asked, her voice a low purr.

Shelby could only nod, her mind hazy with desire. She could feel Scissors’ breath hot against her ear, the barber’s lips brushing against her skin as she whispered.

“Good girl. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

Shelby’s heart raced as Scissors continued to massage her scalp, her fingers working their way down to her neck and shoulders. Shelby’s body felt like it was on fire, every touch sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.

Suddenly, Scissors’ hands stilled, and Shelby felt a sharp tug on her hair. She opened her eyes to see Scissors holding up a pair of scissors, the blades glinting in the light.

“Now, for the grand finale,” Scissors said, her voice laced with a hint of wickedness.

Shelby’s heart pounded in her chest as Scissors brought the scissors to her hair, the cold metal pressing against her scalp. She could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles coiled tight with anticipation.

Scissors began to cut, the scissors snipping through her hair with quick, precise movements. Shelby could feel the strands falling away, the weight of her hair slowly lifting from her head.

As the last few snips fell to the floor, Scissors stepped back to admire her handiwork. Shelby tentatively opened her eyes, barely recognizing the woman staring back at her in the mirror.

Her once-long brown hair was now gone, replaced by a short, pixie-like cut that framed her face in sharp, angular lines. The nape of her neck was shaved smooth, the exposed skin a stark contrast to the dark roots of her hair.

Shelby’s heart raced as she ran her fingers through the short strands, the sensation foreign and exciting. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching for more.

Scissors seemed to sense Shelby’s growing arousal, her eyes gleaming with a hint of wickedness. “Well, what do you think? Do you like your new look?”

Shelby nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “I love it.”

Scissors smiled, her hands coming to rest on Shelby’s shoulders. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Shelby’s heart pounded in her chest as Scissors leaned in close, her lips brushing against Shelby’s ear. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. Are you ready?”

Shelby could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. Scissors’ hands slid down her arms, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her wrists.

“Good girl,” Scissors purred, her hands moving to the straps of Shelby’s shirt. “Now, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

Shelby’s breath hitched as Scissors slowly unbuttoned her shirt, the cool air of the barbershop brushing against her skin. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her bra, her body aching for more.

Scissors’ hands slid over Shelby’s shoulders, pushing the shirt down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. Shelby’s heart raced as Scissors’ fingers traced the lace edge of her bra, the barber’s touch feather-light and teasing.

“Beautiful,” Scissors murmured, her hands moving to the clasp of Shelby’s bra. “You have such perfect skin.”

Shelby’s breath caught in her throat as Scissors unhooked her bra, the cool air of the barbershop brushing against her exposed breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening, the sensitive peaks begging for attention.

Scissors seemed to sense Shelby’s need, her hands cupping the soft mounds of her breasts. Shelby’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as Scissors’ thumbs brushed over her nipples, the touch sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Scissors asked, her voice a low purr.

Shelby could only nod, her body trembling with desire. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties damp with arousal.

Scissors’ hands slid down Shelby’s stomach, her fingers tracing the waistband of her pants. Shelby’s breath hitched as Scissors popped the button, the zipper sliding down with a soft hiss.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart,” Scissors commanded, her hands sliding under the waistband of Shelby’s pants.

Shelby obeyed, lifting her hips as Scissors slid her pants down her legs. She could feel the cool air of the barbershop brushing against her skin, the sensation only adding to her arousal.

Scissors’ hands slid over Shelby’s thighs, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Shelby’s breath caught in her throat as Scissors’ hands moved higher, her fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties.

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me,” Scissors purred, her fingers tracing the outline of Shelby’s pussy through the thin fabric.

Shelby’s hips bucked, seeking more of Scissors’ touch. She could feel the heat building inside her, her body aching for release.

Scissors seemed to sense Shelby’s need, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. Shelby’s breath hitched as Scissors’ fingers brushed against her slick folds, the touch sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.

“Oh, fuck,” Shelby moaned, her hips bucking against Scissors’ hand.

Scissors chuckled, her fingers sliding deeper into Shelby’s pussy. Shelby could feel her muscles contracting around Scissors’ fingers, her body begging for more.

Scissors’ thumb brushed over Shelby’s clit, the touch sending shockwaves through her body. Shelby’s head fell back, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as Scissors’ fingers worked in and out of her pussy, the rhythm steady and relentless.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Scissors commanded, her voice a low growl. “Let me feel you come undone.”

Shelby’s body trembled as she felt the pressure building inside her, her muscles tightening around Scissors’ fingers. She could feel the heat building in her core, her body begging for release.

With a final thrust of Scissors’ fingers, Shelby’s body shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. She cried out, her body convulsing as she rode out the intense waves of her climax.

Scissors held her close, her hands stroking Shelby’s hair as she came down from her high. Shelby’s body felt boneless, her muscles loose and relaxed.

“Good girl,” Scissors murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Shelby’s forehead. “You did so well.”

Shelby smiled, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. She knew she would never look at a haircut the same way again.

As Shelby left the barbershop, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. She knew she would be back, eager to explore the depths of her newfound fetish with Scissors. And who knows? Maybe next time, she would be brave enough to ask for even more.

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