The Razors Edge: New Day

There I was, a 30 year old woman with fiery red hair, sitting at a coffee shop, lamenting my life. This had been a Summer of change, pock-marked with heartache and angst as I attempted to hold onto the last threads of sanity. It all began with my fiancé, Chris, discovering that his penis needed free range to fuck whatever he wished, rather than being tied down. Breaking up wasn’t the hard part, it was finding him in bed with my old college roommate. Chris put up little fight when I invited him to not live in my apartment anymore, and seemed to be more interested in getting the ring back. What made matters worse, was that Chris and I still worked together at the law firm, and like most male-centered clubs, he was more well connected than I was. Before the end of the month, much like I invited Chris to leave my life, I was invited to leave my job. I had no doubt that I could find another firm to take me in, but I hated that I had to start all over again.

“Can I get you anything?” The barista asked with a sense of concern. “You’ve been nursing that latte for the last hour.”

“No thank you.” I replied with a smile. “Just enjoying a well-made cup of coffee.”

Sensing that I may have overstayed my welcome, I took the last swigs of caffeine and packed up my computer. It wasn’t until Chris and I separated and my recent unemployment that I discovered just how quaint my downtown area was. I actually made it a point to visit the restaurants and shops that inhabited my little coastal town. As I walked to the parking deck, I passed by a salon called “The Razor’s Edge.” Although I must have walked by it many times, I never really paid any attention to it, but today was different. Today, I peered into the window and saw something that I never thought I’d see. 

“Holy shit.” I said out loud, fading into a whisper.

Inside I saw a young woman sitting in a salon chair with a mound of blond hair accumulating at the base of the chair. Assuming that the hair was once attached to her head moments earlier, she seemed absolutely ecstatic as the stylist buzzed the last remnants of her hair to join the pile on the floor. I stood there in dismay as the stylist wrapped a towel over her head, before then smearing shaving cream everywhere. She then, methodically, shaved this woman absolutely smooth. After what seemed to be an eternity, the stylist finished, before escorting the bald woman to the receptionist area. I was completely transfixed by what I had just witnessed, and almost didn’t realize that bald woman was now about to walk by me, on her way out of the salon.

“Catch a good show?” She asked.

“I’m so sorry.” I stammered. “You definitely caught my attention on my way back to my car. You look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you.” She replied. “Been meaning to do that for a while now.”

“Shave your head?” I asked.

“Well I certainly wasn’t having my taxes done for me in there.” She chuckled. “Take my advice. Don’t delay something you’ve always wanted to do.”

With that, she walked out of my life as fast as she came into it. Inside of the salon, I could see the lone stylist sweeping up what must have been 4 feet of blond hair, before placing it into the trash. The stylist had beautiful brown hair and wore it in a blunted bob. As she finished cleaning up, she looked over at the window and made eye contact with me, and waved to me to come inside. Curiosity got the better of me, and I followed her command.

“The view is much better inside.” She said dryly, but with a smile.

“My name is Casandra.” I said in response, not knowing how to address my impromptu spectatorship. 

“Hi Casandra. My name is Holly.” She said in return. “Would you like to get dinner with me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not gay.” I replied awkwardly. 

“Neither am I.” Holly said with a hint of humor. “But I am hungry, and you look like you could be good company.”

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” I said, as I turned to leave. “I’m going to go bury myself somewhere right now.”

“Instead of saying that you’re sorry, how about you make it up to me by letting me take you to dinner.” She said, touching my shoulder. “I promise that I don’t bite… hard.”

It was her sultry voice and kind eyes that got me to agree. After hanging up her smock, she said her goodbyes to the salon staff and walked with me out of the door. The conversation was kept to pleasantries until we made it to a little Thai restaurant at the end of the downtown area.

“Have you been here before?” She asked as she poured over the menu.

“No.” I replied. “I really don’t like spicy food.”

“That is where we differ.” She said with a smile. “I prefer a little spice in my life, and you seem to be as vanilla as they come.”

“Thank you?” I asked in jest. “It’s not everyday I get a veiled insult from a stranger.”

“You’re welcome.” Holly replied without missing a beat.

After we ordered out food, the conversation turned to work. I explained my current predicament and she explained hers.

“I was a real estate agent before my husband and business partner left me high and dry.” She said, taking a sip of beer. “Saw the salon was hiring, and I thought I’d try my hand at being a stylist. Call it my near mid-life crisis.”

“Do you do more than shave heads?” I asked out of curiosity.

“I’m insulted!” Holly replied in jest. “You shave one woman, and you’re branded a barber for life, huh?”

“No, but it was definitely a sight to see.” I said. “I wasn’t expecting that on my way home.”

“So you’ve never seen a bald woman before?” She asked with a grin.

“Nope.” I replied. “Today was a first.”

“Want to see another one?” She asked in a hushed tone, before reaching up to her hairline and slowly peeling away her wig, to reveal her perfectly smooth head.

“Wow.” I said as I stared at her shining scalp.

“You can touch it if you’d like.” She said, leaning her head forward over the table. “I promise, it’s softer than it looks.”

Instinctively, I reached across and caressed her bald head with my fingers and Holly purred at my touch. Our awkward moment was interrupted by the Waiter dropping off our food to the table.

 “I wish I could say that this is the first time Holly has been in our restaurant with someone petting her head.” The Waiter said with a sarcastic tone.

“And I wish my curry wasn’t made by a guy from Canada, but this is the world we live in.” She playfully replied before snatching her wig from the table and stuffing it into her purse.

It was after that exchange, that I really begun having a fun time. Actually, I had forgotten what fun felt like until tonight. Holly left her wig in her purse for the rest of the meal as we ate and talked about everything from love to politics. Although I’m sure she caught me stealing glances at her head, she never once made me feel uncomfortable for my curiosity. After dinner, we started walking down the street together.

“Feel like coming back to my place for a drink?” She asked.

“I’d love to.” I replied. “But I really should head home for the evening.”

“No worries.” She said with a reassuring smile. “I just figured that, for two definitely non-lesbians, we were having a lot of fun together.”

“Rain-check?” I asked.

“Definitely.” She said, kissing me on the cheek. “Thanks for creeping outside of my salon.”

Although we parted ways for the evening, the image of her did not. Once I got into my car, I touched my cheek and could keep a bit of lip gloss that she left behind. I felt a combination of excitement, fear, amusement, and nausea as I drove myself home. The last time I felt quite like this, Chris had gotten on one knee and proposed to me on a New York ferry. Was I falling in love with a woman whom I just met, and is also bald!? Upon returning home, I took a long shower and slipped into bed. Unsurprisingly, my dreams were dominated by Holly and I woke up hornier than I’ve been in ages. Without missing the opportunity, I slipped my vibrator out of the drawer and began pleasuring myself as I recalled caressing Holly’s smooth scalp. Before long, I felt my back arch as I climaxed, as I lay there panting.

“I never gave her my number.” I said out loud as I remembered from the previous evening.

I got up out of bed, got dressed, ate, and left my apartment to go downtown. After parking in a familiar spot, I made my way back to the salon. Inside was a friendly looking woman at the reception counter.

“Can I help you?” She asked with a welcoming smile.

“Yes, is Holly working today?” I asked, returning the smile.

Just then, I saw Holly and her black blunted bob peek around the corner.

“How are you doing red?” She asked playfully, referring to my hair, which was messily tied into a bun. “She’s with me, Beth.”

With that, I was taken back to Holly’s work area, where we could have a moment.

“So what brings you back into the Lion’s den?” Holly asked with a smile.

“I just realized that we never exchanged numbers.” I said awkwardly. 

“I figured that was on purpose.” She smiled back.

“Of course not.” I replied. “It just slipped my mind.”

Holly took down my number before handing me one of her business cards.

“Thank you, Holly.” I said turning to walk away. “I really did have a good time with you.”

“So did I, Red.” She said back with a smile. “Don’t be a stranger.”

On my way out of the door, Beth caught my attention.

“Holly’s 10am appointment tomorrow had to reschedule.” She said to me, catching that Holly and I had a little history. “If you were interested, I could put your name down for a trim.”

“I’d like that, actually.” I said as I relayed my information to her for the appointment.

After mulling around downtown all day, securing interviews at local firms, I received a text from Holly with an address.

“Ready for that drink?” She wrote.

Without thinking, I made my way to the address she provided and found myself face-to-face with her front door. I knocked on the door, and before long, it opened, revealing Holly holding two glasses of wine, wearing some skimpy, red lingerie. Unsurprisingly, she wasn’t wearing her wig.

“I’m not gay.” I said with a chuckle.

“Neither am I.” She replied. “I always dress like this when hanging out with my straight friends.”

Holly led me over to the couch, where she put the glasses down, before we embraced each other in a fit of passion. I had no idea what I was doing, but it felt good. We sat on the couch kissing each other, until Holly started to migrate to the south, lifting up my dress and sliding my panties around my ankles. She began lapping at my dripping mound as I ran my hands over her perfectly smooth scalp. Her tongue was unrelenting, as I came closer and closer to exploding. Without warning, I felt one of her fingers slip into my butt, she she continue to lick and suck at my throbbing clit. Shortly thereafter I had the most earth shattering orgasm of my life. Holly came up for air and settled herself back onto the couch, before slipping out of her lingerie and spreading her legs for reciprocation. Although I didn’t know what I was doing, I quickly found myself kissing my way down her body, until I reached her hairless vagina. I could feel her running her fingers through my hair as I began to lap away at her glistening mound. Every moan from her helped to energize me and my efforts, until I felt Holly spasm and grip the back of my head in ecstasy. 

Afterward we cuddled up on the couch and half-watched a movie on Netflix.

“Beth made me an appointment for tomorrow.” I said as I kissed her smooth head. “I think she was trying to hook us up.”

“Nah.” Holly replied with a grin. “She just saw that rat’s nest on your head and thought you needed help.” 

“Well now I’m conflicted.” I said back with a smile. “Now that we had sex, I don’t really need an excuse to see you.”

“That’s a shame.” She said as she tussled my hair. “I thought you were ready to try something new.”

“What kind of style did you have in mind?” I asked as I continued to caress her bald head.

“How would you feel about something shorter?” She asked, kissing me.

“Depends on how short.” I kissed back.

“Well, you’ve seen what I’m capable of.” She said, running her fingers through my hair. “I think you would look irresistible with a freshly shaven head.”

“A bit drastic, don’t you think?” I asked playfully. “Just because I like touching your head, doesn’t mean I want to lose all of my hair.”

“Think about it.” She said, continuing to play with my hair. “Nothing says new you and a new start, than ditching this mess for a cleaner look.”

“I was thinking something more like your wig.” I said. “Short and manageable, yet professional.”

“That’s the great thing about wigs.” She replied with a grin. “You can change your style with minimal effort.”

“Yeah. I just don’t think I could pull it off.” I said as I self consciously touched my hair.

“It’s up to you.” She said as she planted a kiss on my lips. “But as someone that just enjoyed giving you, what I imagine to be, the best orgasm of your life, I’m telling you that you would look amazing bald.”

After finishing our movie, we said our good-byes and I made my way back home. Although I was still love-drunk from my night with Holly, I couldn’t get my hair out of my head. I tried to imagine myself bald, but I just couldn’t get there. Something about caressing Holly’s hairless head was such a turn on for me, but does that mean that I would enjoy it myself? Needless to say my dreams were dominated by the anxiety over the fate of my hair. The next morning, I woke up, ate breakfast, and got ready for the day. Instead of job-hunting, I pulled my hair into a tight pony tail and made my way downtown.

Walking into The Razor’s Edge, I knew exactly what I was going to ask Holly for.

“Hey Red.” She greeted me warmly. “You’re a little early.”

“I figured there was no time like the present.” I said confidently. “I’m ready for my haircut.”

“Alright then.” She said as I took a seat in her chair. “One business appropriate bob coming right up.”

Holly wasted no time caping me, before she hacked off a bulk of my hair at the ponytail. She then expertly made her way around my head until she got me to the appropriate length. Although I had never worn my hair short before, I had to admit, I looked really good.

“I don’t like it.” I said defiantly.

“Well I can’t reattach it to your head, Red.” She snapped back with a grin. “Besides, you look great.”

“No.” I lied. “I don’t like this style. I want something more edgy. Something clean.”

“Are you serious?” She asked, picking up on my hint. “There’s no going back once I start cutting.”

“Yes, please.” I said, staring into her eyes. “I’d like to have my head shaved, perfectly smooth.”

Without skipping a beat, Holly grabbed a pair of balding clippers and turned them on. She plunged them into my hairline and methodically peeled the hair from my pale scalp. Before long, all of my red hair was on the floor. Without saying a word, wrapped a warm towel around my head. It felt absolutely heavenly.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Red. She whispered in my ear. “The best part is yet to come.”

Holly proceeded to smear shaving cream all over my head, before razoring me smooth. Her strokes were short, but deliberate as she work her way around my head. Once she finished, she lathered me up again for one final shave against the grain. Before long, she rotated the chair so I could see myself in the mirror. 

“Wow.” I said staring at my very bald reflection. “Is that really me?”

I touched the smoothness of my head. It felt perfect. It felt right.

“It really is.” Holly said as she ran her fingertips over my scalp. “This stone-cold fox was hiding under all of that hair.”

“Thank you.” I said as I stood from the chair and embraced Holly. 

“Want to wear my wig?” She asked playfully. “You might get a few stares on the way home.”

“No thank you.” I replied kissing her on the lips. “I’m done hiding myself.”

With that, I stepped out into the world, ready to take on a brand new day.

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