Gabriel
Team Ladies #2
About a ball that just rolled the other way…
It must have been a prank gone wrong, I thought when I heard about a hockey game on New Year’s Eve. Two women’s teams against each other, betting on all the opponent’s hair. The sponsor of the competition was the local men’s hair salon Barberman, possibly the inventor of this stunt.
My friend told the story about her colleague Frederique. Before the Christmas holidays, she had beautiful long blonde locks, but now she knew that Frederique would look different. She even received a video of the makeover. We went to see it together.
Frederique plays in the Ladies #2 team and had a charity match against the Ladies #3 team from another club. The idea of playing a benefit appealed to her. As captain of her team, she inspired the other girls to register. What did they have to lose? Undefeated for years, never had a 0-0 or draw on the board. They had already shown Ladies #3 all corners of the field. No reason to doubt, their beautiful locks would remain undamaged. She was rather curious about what Sophie, the captain of Ladies #3, would look like after the visit to their sponsor. She herself had a say in what that hairstyle would be. Frederique went for the maximum, the beautiful brown ponytail of the leader would be removed, the rest would be shaved short, very short. Not for a moment did she think that she would have to sacrifice her own blonde locks, and undergo a waxing treatment to get her long legs super smooth. She loved the soft down on her legs and other private parts…
And yet the ball rolled differently…
My friend told this with some compassion in her voice, she appreciated Frederique enormously. She did not deserve such a turn of fate. I listened breathlessly to the sequel.
The match seemed to go as usual, team Ladies #2 took the lead with a number of goals. Loot secured, Frederique must have thought and she let go of the reins in the team. Opponent Ladies #3 took advantage of this to score their first two counter goals. The score was suddenly almost level again, with a quarter of the playing time to go. Frederique arranged her long blond ponytail and consulted with the girls from her team. All long-haired blondes, normally loose locks, now all in a ponytail or braid. “Girls, we have to pay more attention and protect our flanks. Irene has been on her own a few times now and they benefit from that, those of Ladies #3. Make sure that Irene and the goal are protected, just score one more goal and Ladies #3 will be in Barberman’s chair tonight.”
Frederique’s uplifting talk seemed to work, but the first goal conceded was disallowed for offside. Frederique was internally furious with Aimee who caused the offside. She could already feel the Barberman’s cold hands around her tail… that couldn’t happen. She quickly knocked the ball that was passed to her, out of bounds… wasting time.
Team Ladies #3 weren’t looking forward to a meeting with Barberman. Their players with those long brown and red locks, all charised their locks and neither of them felt the need to meet Barberman tonight. A draw was enough for them to win. However, in that case not the entire opponent team would get on the chair, but only their captain: meaning Frederique.
Sophie, as captain of Ladies #3, also gave a pep talk, and cheered her players on. Just before the final whistle, she herself pushed the ball past Irene… draw!
Frederique saw it happen and sank to the ground.
There was no escape any more, no injury time or other extra time for conceding a goal. She was going to lose her locks tonight.
“Oh Irene, honey, why didn’t you keep it?” She must have screamed.
My girlfriend stopped for a moment. I looked at her and asked what happened next… I only knew Frederique from the stories. A beautiful young lady, just married to Irene, the goalkeeper of the team. She was a young woman with long blonde hair, who had been saving for it for a few years (unlike her partner, who had medium-length blonde hair). Her hair must have been artfully braided at the time of her marriage. My girlfriend was very enthusiastic about it.
After the whistle, the girls from Ladies #2 came to her. All were shocked at the implications of the draw. They knew that Frederique would have to go to Sophie from Ladies #3 to congratulate her and hear her ordeal about her blond locks. Irene stroked her wife’s blond tail, damp from the game. She comforted Frederique with a kiss and some sweet words.
Together they went looking for Sophie. She was sitting in the locker room, with mixed feelings from her team members. They had been close to a real victory, the idea was. In which case all the girls from Ladies #2 would have had to have their hair cut, something that some team members had warm feelings about and had fantasized about in the group app. Now it was a draw and it was only the captain who would be cut. For some opponents a disappointment.
Sophie loved making decisions together. As a team they would decide the fate of Frederique’s blonde hair. What assignment would she receive to handover to the sponsor Barberman? In the group app they had already talked about different hairstyles for different players, but not yet about the “what if…” in the event of a draw. That’s why they sat together in the locker room. The general mood was the tail should come off, it would go to Sophie as a trophy for this semi victory. But further on, how short should Frederique go, Sophie wanted to know. After all, if the long tail was removed, there would still be a lot of hair left to do something with.
Lieke, the team’s right back, came up with the idea of letting fate determine how short Frederique would go. The ladies all wrote their preference on a note and handed it in to Sophie. Possible double proposals only made it more exciting. Frederique herself would have to draw a note, the first drawn assignment would be carried out. Sophie would witness the draw.
Her own long brown tail slipped through her hands once again as she walked towards Frederique with the notes in a bag. She walked through the hallway with Irene, Irene would film the meeting for the rest of the team. It became a live stream.
“Sophie, I can congratulate you on the draw. Of course I’m disappointed that Irene was unable to stop the ball, and that offside. Otherwise the roles would be reversed now… You now have the right to my hair, I just want to take a shower and wash my hair before it becomes yours. Do you already have plans on how you want to get my haircut?”
“Sporty of you Frederique, I am very happy with the draw. I can keep my long hair a little longer, just like my teammates. They would have liked to have had a few of your girls cut, but then we should have had to score more. I can’t think about a 0 0 draw… In which case we would all have been cut. Now it’s only your hair. I know how much you care, and I estimate that Irene also appreciates your locks.
Anyway, we’ve discussed it, I’ll get your ponytail, it can come off up to your shoulders. The rest will be decided by fate, based on the notes in this bag. You have to draw one of those when you are at the hairdresser. I’m coming along as a witness. Go take a shower. Enjoy your long hair for a while, your ponytail I’ll hang in our clubhouse!”
My girlfriend showed me the footage of this livestream. I got quite excited about that conversation. What would Frederique have done with Sophie’s long brown hair if roles were reversed? And the idea of the blonde ponytail in that clubhouse…, quite arousing.
The video continued. Irene had also recorded the visit to the sponsor, Frederique her entire makeover was included. My girlfriend did say that there were also spicy bits in there, which were added to the video later because they were not shown during the livestream. Spicy? I asked her… Yes, Frederique is also going to take off her clothes for Sophie… That seemed very exciting to me, we looked further together.
Frederique was sitting at the Barberman and talked about the match “So close to a victory”…
And the hairdresser “then I would have spent the whole afternoon cutting ladies’ hair, it’s a good thing you didn’t end up with 0 0, that would have turned into night work.” The hairdresser roared with laughter as his hands played with Frederique’s blonde locks.
“Do you already know what you want, how I’m going to cut you? I’m a hairdresser and don’t have much experience with beautiful ladies like you. “
“Sophie determines the fate of my hair, just ask her, I have to agree with her decisions.”
Sophie spoke up “Tie her hair up to her shoulders and then take off the ponytail, for the effect we think you should use scissors. Hair clippers might come next. Frederique will then reach into the bag in front of her, and pick up a note, that’s where the next step is decided. All my team members wrote something down about the desired end result. “
The hairdresser looked at Frederique and lifted the blonde hair, letting it fall back onto the cape. He clearly cherished the beautiful locks, running it through his fingers. With a sigh he combed the hair smooth, in his hand a rubber band that he placed around the ponytail of long blond hair. Not once, but twice, the hair went through the band. Tight enough to cut.
In the picture the hairdresser was looking for a good pair of scissors, Irene zoomed in on a pair with large blades…
“This should work ladies, what do I do with the tail once it’s off? Would you like to take it with you, Frederique?”
Sophie told him that she would get the tail as a trophy.
“Okay, then I’ll better get started…Irene, stand to my left, then you’ll have the best view when I start cutting. Quite special, such beautiful hair, once the ponytail is removed, I will do my best to make you presentable. “
Irene zoomed in on the scissors in her wife’s blonde ponytail, the hairdresser slowly cut through years of growth, Frederique her hair fell back to just below her jaws. The long ponytail was in the hairdresser’s hand, Sophie was audibly excited and Frederique also sighed, as if she was unconsciously enjoying herself.
Meanwhile my girlfriend was petting me. She admitted that she actually thought it was pretty cool to watch this movie with me. I wondered if she would have wanted to sit there herself, getting a little horny while her locks were being cut, without having a say. What do you think, I asked her, is Sophie now getting horny off screen? Seems to me I recognize that moaning.
She confirmed my suspicion.
I hoped that Irene would still film Sophie… a bit kinky is nice.
Halfway through the ponytail, Sophie indeed came into view, just for a moment, she gently caressed the ends of the cut hair, the bob-like hairstyle that seemed to be emerging. She looked straight at Irene into the camera “this is irresistible Irene, you have to feel it too. Your wife has fantastic beautiful hair. I will cherish her ponytail.” Irene just laughed as the hairdresser continued cutting off the ponytail.
Once through the thick locks, he held up a ponytail of about 10 inches and handed it to Sophie. Irene continued to film and we could see Sophie letting the tail slide through her fingers, it looked indeed as if she was somewhat aroused by the event. Frederique touched her shoulder-length locks and looked around in wonder. “Can we continue please?” Sophie put the tail away and held the bag up for Frederique. Her hand slid into it and she rummaged a bit around before her fingers fished out a note. The hairdresser waited and let the girls do their thing.
“Would you like to open it Irene? Then the hairdresser can film. I don’t dare myself.”
Irene gave her phone to the hairdresser and opened the note in front of the camera. “Buzz cut, temples shaved short. “ Frederique looked at Irene and Sophie.. “And?” Irene read it aloud “All your hair is going to come off honey…nothing left to stroke or hold my hand when it’s cold. Oh my god, what a denouement. Luckily no shaved head.” Frederique looked at the note and saw something new: “there is something else… “Sophie can also inspect your legs for hair growth” Frederique looked at the brunette and said, “what a strange assignment, I don’t have to take off my nice down, do I?” Irene answered for Sophie, “Honey, you know that waxing was also made mandatory in the rules of the game? I’ll turn off the camera while Sophie inspects you.”
The hairdresser looked at the girls with concern. “Well Frederique, are you sure you want this? You have such beautiful hair, shaving it all off is another thing. “ Frederique was sporty and gave the order to continue.
Irene filmed how the hairdresser prepared his clippers to shave off her lover’s long hair. The buzzing of the cordless machine was clearly audible as the teeth were placed halfway into the back of Frederique’s head and the hairdresser slowly pulled down a length. Four-inch blond locks fell over his hands and machine onto Frederique’s shoulders. He brushed off the first strands of hair, throwing it on the ground. As he continued, he put the machine against the head and again the blades cut off the strands of blond hair, tumbling down towards the ground. Sophie plucked some of the shorn locks from Frederique’s shoulder, gathering a mini ponytail of blonde hair.
Do you know what she did with that? I think it’s remarkable that she collected Frederique’s hair. Should she save it for home… to caress herself with? My girlfriend then told me that Sophie had had a crush on Frederique for a long time, which is perhaps why she was now collecting these locks. She went about showing it very respectfully. In any case, I thought it was exciting, and I myself might have wanted to save some of those locks, if I had been there. Irene didn’t seem to care, which I thought was special.
Where the clippers had cut the hair, the first darker stubble of blond hair emerged from beneath the shaved length, clearly visible as a different shade blond. The clippers then passed over the top of Frederique’s beautiful ears, the hair on her temples was shaved off and fell to the ground. Irene filmed for a while what was found on the floor, a beautiful pile of blonde hair. More hair continued to fall unto that pile as the machine kept rouring, moments later it was quiet again. The comb attachment was changed to tackle the hair on top, the hair there was shorter and also had to be reduced to stubbles.
Every pass the hairdresser made with the machine was accompanied by a comb. Shhhnip… the hair just flew off the comb. This was clearly a hairstyle he had experience with. The blond hair was quickly cut short. As soon as that was done, the fringe had to be sacrificed, as there were still some long locks left, those were quickly removed with the scissors.
I bawled my eyes out. Meanwhile I enjoyed the caress from my girlfriend who, just like me, more than enjoyed the fall of the blonde hair. “It’s cool how Frederique gets shaved. I think you would have liked to have been there live. At least I do…”
Frederique was now completely shaved. All the light blonde hair was on the floor or in the ponytail.
She still looked quite attractive. The hairdresser continued by shaving her neck using an old-fashioned folding knife, which slid over Frederique’s neck with some soap. He wiped the knife on a cloth. Then his attention turned to the head, feeling whether the length was the same everywhere. He turned to Sophie “do you want to feel the end result? My work is done, if you still want to play with each other, you can still use the space. I still have some leftover resin, you can heat it with a hairdryer…But you have to do that yourself.” Sophie thanked the hairdresser and stroked Frederique’s head. She became visibly aroused, her other hand quickly stroked her own crotch, Irene noticed and filmed that hand…
Frederique then also felt… “my god, how short, it feels very special, shouldn’t you feel that too, honey? I want to feel your hands on my head, I need that. Put the camera away, we’re stopping the live stream now. Are you satisfied with the result Sophie? Will you keep my tail safe, just like those mid-length locks you saved. I didn’t know you would still cherish my hair after all these years. Even Irene doesn’t have any tufts, or do you still want to pick them up, honey?” Irene replied that she would, and also would stop the live stream.
The image stopped, with a few strands of blonde hair waving in front of the camera as the end. Apparently there was still more as the sound track kept running through, the video was not yet at the end. “Now comes the spicy part, they didn’t film that. You will soon hear how Sophie inspects Frederique and how Irene encourages her to do so higher up than just on her lower legs. I think they just turned it into a threesome.” I looked at my girlfriend in surprise… “Very hot indeed. Wouldn’t it all be intentional by Irene and Sophie? I suddenly get that feeling… It seems like it. Also because Irene remained so calm during filming. As if she wanted this outcome.“
My girlfriend looked at me with love “that would be something, wouldn’t it…? If Aimee hadn’t caused an offside, Sophie’s entire team would have been stripped of their locks and Frederique would have had Sophie’s ponytail. Hmm, intent, a done deal? Can’t imagine. Though it’s funny if that’s the case. “
In which case the question rises: Would revenge be possible?
With a special thanks for Barberman, whose muse I have lent…
