TheShearer
A month had passed since the infamous night when Alex and August had claimed their positions as the undisputed queens of the club, their heads sporting matching buzzcuts, their bodies flaunting their hard-earned power. The buzzed butt duo, as they’d come to be known, had become legends, not just because of their flawless routines, but because of the bond they’d formed through the trials and triumphs. They had gone from fierce competitors to the best of friends, ruling the stage together with their unique chemistry. Their signature move—twerking their perfectly round butts on each other’s freshly buzzed heads—was a crowd favorite, and their new bald looks had become iconic.
But things were about to get interesting. A new girl had arrived at the club. Marta was short and shy, with wild, curly blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She was sweet, but she struggled. Despite her looks, she couldn’t seem to catch the audience’s attention the way Alex and August had. Her shyness held her back, and she quickly realized that the money wasn’t pouring in as it had for the more seasoned dancers.
Alex and August, always looking out for the new girls, noticed Marta’s struggles and decided to take her under their wing. They’d seen it happen before—strippers who couldn’t quite make it, but with the right push, could rise to the top. And in their minds, the answer was clear.
One night, as they watched Marta nervously perform her set, Alex leaned over to August. “She’s not getting anywhere like this. We should help her.”
August, always up for a challenge, smirked. “What if we made her part of the buzzed butt duo? She could be our new ‘buzzed beauty.’ Think about it, we could share the spotlight, and she’d get the attention she’s missing.”
Alex’s eyes gleamed. “Let’s do it. She just needs a little… encouragement.”
After the show, Alex and August approached Marta backstage. They were friendly, warm, and offered her advice, but they also made their offer.
“Hey, Marta,” Alex began with a friendly smile. “We’ve been watching you. You’ve got the potential, but you need something… extra. Something bold. You should join us as part of the buzzed butt duo. Shave your head, and we can show you the ropes.”
Marta blinked, clearly confused. “Shave my head? I-I don’t know… I don’t think I could do that.”
August chimed in, her tone gentle but persuasive. “We’re not saying you have to right now, but think about it. It’ll give you a fresh start. People notice us, and they’ll notice you too if you join the team. Plus, we’ll always be there to help.”
Marta hesitated. “But… I don’t know if I can—”
Before Marta could finish, Alex smiled slyly. “How about we make it easier for you to decide? We’re about to do our big routine, and we could show you how great it feels. You can join us, and if you still don’t like it, we’ll stop. Deal?”
Marta, unsure but feeling a little more confident with their support, reluctantly agreed. What she didn’t realize was that Alex and August had already planned to put her in a position where she wouldn’t be able to back out.
The next night, during their routine, Alex and August led Marta to the center of the stage. The lights dimmed, the crowd went silent, and the spotlight was on them. As Alex and August began their signature twerking move, they somehow coaxed Marta into sitting down in a barber chair that had been set up on stage, right in the middle of the action.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Marta protested, but Alex and August were too quick. They held her firmly in place, strapping her into the chair with practiced ease. The crowd roared in anticipation, sensing something big was about to happen.
Alex took the mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a new addition to our buzzed butt duo! This is Marta, and she’s going to join us as a ‘buzzed beauty.’ But first, we need to help her with a little transformation.”
Marta’s eyes widened in panic. “No, please—”
But August interrupted, raising her hand to calm the crowd. “For every tip we get tonight, a lock of Marta’s hair will be cut and thrown into the crowd. We’ll help her become part of the team!”
The crowd’s excitement skyrocketed as the tips began to pour in. Alex, with a grin, picked up a pair of scissors. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
Marta’s face turned pale as Alex held the scissors above her curly blonde hair. “Wait! I don’t want this!” she cried.
But Alex and August continued to tease and play, cutting off strands of her hair and tossing them to the eager crowd. The more tips came in, Alex set the scissors down and August held up clippers to the crowd, as they roared to life, so did the crowd. The sensation of the clippers buzzing through her thick curls was foreign to Marta at first, and she couldn’t help but cry, begging them to stop.
“Please, stop! I didn’t want this! I can’t—”
But Alex and August weren’t listening. They were too focused on the fun of the moment, and the crowd was loving it. Piece by piece, Marta’s hair was shaved off. Her blonde curls fell to the floor in waves. At first, Marta sobbed, feeling humiliated, but as the hair disappeared, something else started to happen. The fear began to fade, and she began to feel a strange sense of freedom. With every cut, she felt lighter, less burdened. The crowd cheered her on, and her tears dried up. She realized that they weren’t mocking her—this was her opportunity to join the powerful, confident duo she had admired from afar.
In the end, Marta was left bald, but her eyes were wide open in a new sense of possibility. She wasn’t just a shy girl anymore. She had transformed, embraced the buzzed beauty lifestyle, and the crowd adored her for it. Alex and August stood beside her, smiling proudly.
Marta stood up from the chair, her bare scalp shining under the lights. The applause was deafening, and for the first time, she truly felt like she belonged. The tips kept coming in, and within weeks, Marta rose through the ranks, becoming the third-highest-paid performer at the club.
Alex, August, and Marta—the buzzed butt duo and their new buzzed beauty—ruled the stage together, their bond stronger than ever. And as Marta smiled at her reflection backstage, she knew one thing for sure: the fear and hesitation that once held her back were gone. She was no longer shy—she was unstoppable.
