Urban Fantasy
“That was such an awesome party!” shouted Heather excitedly as she leaned heavily on her friend, Rachel. “What did you think of it, Kaori?”
Kaori side-eyed her friends with a tired frown as they stumbled back and forth down the sidewalk – clearly intoxicated.
“It was alright,” mumbled Kaori as she clutched her jacket around her thin but shapely body. The cool September air was much colder at night than it was during the day.
Distracted, Kaori smacked her knee against a fire hydrant. Truth be told, she may have also over-indulged alongside her friends. Her choice in poisons being four Singapore Slings and a Whiskey Sour.
“Stop being such a sour-puss!” exclaimed Heather, leaning heavily into Rachel. She accidentally copped a feel of Rachel’s firm C-cup breasts but seemingly didn’t notice or didn’t care. “We all saw you smiling. Especially when you were on the karaoke machine.”
“Yeah, your performance of Halsey’s ‘Gasoline’ will probably be the talk of the town for months,” teased Rachel. “If you weren’t obviously an elf, I’d think you were a siren.”
“You sing so g-good!” blubbered Heather, tripping over her own words as well as her feet. “You should be a professional.”
A blush crossed Kaori’s pale, heart-shaped face. Fortunately, a gust of wind blew her black, waist-length hair across her face, obscuring both her red cheeks from view.
“When I was an immature child, I considered such a career,” grumbled Kaori, bitterly. “But then I had to grow up.”
Growing up had entailed working a part-time job since elementary school, being a secondary mother to her younger siblings, and attaining a full-ride scholarship in order to attend college. Her childhood had ended as soon as she turned eight.
And honestly, tonight’s decisions may not have been Kaori’s wisest nor proudest, but she had just wanted to feel free – for just once in her life. She had just completed her final exams in psychology, and after all the years of hard work and even harder studying, she deserved to cut loose, to treat herself, to not always be the responsible one.
Responsibility. That had never truly been a choice for her. As the child of two semi-functional alcoholics and the eldest of twelve siblings. Hopefully, after she lands a job, she’d be able to get custody of her nine-year-old little brother, Daisuke. He was an angel born into a family of demons (metaphorically, not literally). And he did not deserve to go through half the crap she had.
“Hey! Kaori. Heather. Do either of you know where we are?” asked Rachel nervously, as she looked around the unfamiliar desolate street.
“No,” replied Heather, simply. Her wavy, mousy brown hair had started to slip out of the high bun she had tied it into earlier.
Kaori frowned. She also had no idea where they had wandered off to.
“Fuck,” hissed Kaori. “Maybe we can ask someone for directions.”
Kaori looked around the dark and surprisingly empty street. Hope dwindling, she sighed in relief when a tall, handsome, dark-skinned man turned around the corner, coming into view.
“I’ll go ask him,” explained Kaori, quickly; briefly glancing back at her friends as she ran across the street towards the young man.
“Sir! Sir!” called out Kaori, waving her arm in order to get the man’s attention. “Do you know how to get back to the dorms?”
“Dorms?” repeated the young man, as he raked an appreciative glance up and down Kaori’s tall and incredibly fit body. “You girls attending college?”
“YEAH,” shouted Heather. She and Rachel were a short distance away, but not enough to justify the volume of her voice. “THE THREE OF US ALL ATTEND BIRCHWOOD ACADEMY.”
“I don’t know where that is,” answered the man as he ran a hand through his short, tightly coiled hair. “You see, I’m just passing through. I don’t live here.”
Kaori sighed in disappointment as she turned around to head back towards her friends.
“I’m spending the night at the local motel,” continued the man as he reached forward and gently laid a hand on Kaori’s shoulder; who suddenly felt hot all over. “It’s just a block over that way if you three would like a place to rest ‘til morning.”
“Thank you,” replied Kaori, grateful that she and her friends wouldn’t be stuck outside, drunkenly wandering the neighbourhood.
~~8 minutes later~~
A few minutes of walking led them to the aforementioned motel. Bright pink neon lights declared the place as Cupid’s Inn.
“You know if you play your cards right, you might have yourself a threesome tonight,” suggested Heather, with a wink – that accidentally turned into something more akin to a blink due to her inebriated state.
“Not with Kaori though,” teased Rachel, as she elbowed Kaori good-naturedly. “She’s a bit of a bitch.”
The man looked at the trio, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards in amusement.
“Before we even think about getting down and dirty, can we perhaps introduce ourselves?” asked the man.
“I’m Kaori. I’m the bitch,” greeted Kaori. She then gestured to her companions. “And this is Rachel, our class clown. And Heather, our resident drunken slut.”
“My name’s Caleb,” said the man, reaching out his hand to Kaori.
Kaori politely shook Caleb’s hand. She silently noted the man’s surprisingly firm grip.
“I’m staying in room 4,” stated Caleb as they crossed the nearly empty parking lot.
Unlocking the door to room 4, Caleb gestured for the girls to walk in ahead of him as he held open the door.
Heather immediately hopped over to the bed where several black cases resided.
“What’s all this junk?” asked Heather as her fingers brushed over the surface of one of the cases.
“My tools,” informed Caleb, leaning over Heather’s petite frame in order to open one of them. “As you can see, I’m a hairstylist.”
Caleb confidently strode over to the dresser mirror with a cape, clips, scissors, spray bottle, hairdryer, razor, shaving cream, clippers and several guards in hand. Dropping them on the surface of the dresser, Caleb leaned his strong-looking arms on the back of a nearby chair.
“Would you ladies like a haircut?” asked Caleb, with a smirk and a wink. “On the house, of course.”
The girls all looked at each other apprehensively. Rachel was the first to speak up.
“No, tha-”
“I can see that Rachel definitely wants a haircut,” interrupted Caleb, in a surprisingly commanding tone.
A completely blank look crossed Rachel’s face, and Kaori could feel a tinge of magic floating through the air.
“Yes, I do,” agreed Rachel, tonelessly.
Heather tried to sneak out the door, but for some reason it refused to open despite not being locked. Caleb turned his attention to Heather and then Kaori.
“And Heather and Kaori want one, too. Right?”
“Maybe a trim,” agreed Heather, brokenly. It sounded like those words had been forced from her as her lush, pink lips quivered.
Something is not right here, thought Kaori, nervously. Even still, I should play along so as not to risk getting hurt… or worse, killed.
“Okay,” agreed Kaori, stoically.
“Fantastic!” replied Caleb, clasping his hands together. “Just take a seat on the sofa. Rachel, come sit here in the chair.”
Rachel walked to the chair, moving as if she were nothing but a marionette having her strings pulled – beckoned by a puppet master.
Once seated, Rachel readjusted her knee-length white dress. As she did this, Caleb ran his fingers through her long black hair, undoing the tightly woven braids with deft fingers.
“I’m thinking jaw length would look so lovely on you,” whispered Caleb, leaning down, so that his face hovered just over Rachel’s left shoulder. With his right hand, he lightly grazed his index finger against Rachel’s jaw.
“I don’t kn-” started Rachel as Caleb secured a tissue strip around her neck.
“It would look so beautiful,” encouraged Caleb, softly. Although there was a knowing look in his eyes – he knew Rachel couldn’t say no… he was the reason she couldn’t say no. “I promise you that you’ll love it.”
As he was talking, Caleb draped the navy blue cape around her shoulders; it looked ridiculously large on her petite frame. He snapped the buttons on the cape closed.
“Okay,” agreed Rachel, a bright smile on her face.
Kaori stared at her friend with awe-struck horror and shock. Rachel had been struggling to grow out her hair for years. It had only just reached mid-back length this year, and she had recently treated herself to highlights in celebration. It really added dimension to her signature braided style.
“I’ll redo your braids afterwards,” reassured Caleb as he quickly but gently combed Rachel’s hair while simultaneously spritzing it with water. “But not as tightly – you’re already showing signs of traction alopecia.”
Caleb huffed as he shook his head in quiet disappointment.
“Stylists rarely treat Black hair as well as they should,” grumbled Caleb, bitterly. “You really need to advocate for yourself, girl.”
Isn’t that hypocritical of you to say? thought Kaori, mentally criticising the man, despite being too afraid to say anything aloud.
“I will,” agreed Rachel, cheerfully – too cheerfully.
Caleb suddenly put down the spray bottle, and the room grew quiet – too quiet. Kaori sat on the edge of her seat with bated breath as she watched Caleb section the top half of Rachel’s hair. He then picked up a set of clippers and attached a number 4 guard.
“I’m going to give you a nice, little undercut with a shaved design,” informed Caleb as he turned on the clippers.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
The buzz from the clippers permeated the air. Caleb placed the clippers at the nape of Rachel’s neck. Her dark skin was flushed and glistening with sweat.
A strange expression crossed Caleb’s face – regret, maybe. Kaori wasn’t sure what to make of that information.
Suddenly, Caleb pushed the clippers upwards. With Rachel’s back facing her, Kaori watched as the teeth of the clippers cut away at her long hair – carving out a path from the base of her head to slightly below the tips of her ears. Piles and piles of thick, black hair fell away – tumbling to the floor.
Kaori had to bite back a surprised gasp as Caleb stepped to fetch a straight razor. She now had a complete view of the back of Rachel’s head. The top half was still long, safely pinned up. But the bottom half was shorn to ½ inch.
With a razor in hand, Caleb quickly got back to work.
“I’m going to shave a symmetrical, floral mandala onto the back of your head,” informed Caleb.
Rachel slowly nodded her head, but Caleb halted her movements. His large hands completely engulfed the head – adding to the vulnerability of the whole situation.
“Don’t move,” demanded Caleb.
“Yes, sir,” squeaked Rachel with downcast eyes.
Wordlessly, Caleb tilted her head further forwards, until Rachel’s chin was touching her chest. He then began to carefully scrape the razor against her scalp.
Several minutes passed, and Kaori began to fidget anxiously. Feeling stressed, and perhaps a little brave, she quietly approached. Standing less than ½ a foot away, Kaori leaned in close. She could see that the mandala design was almost done.
Admittedly, the floral design was incredibly beautiful and well-done… but does that make up for this being done against Rachel’s will?
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” asked Kaori, crossing her arms.
Caleb turned around to face Kaori’s judgmental gaze. As he stood up to his full height, Kaori had to look upwards in order to maintain eye-contact. It suddenly occurred to Kaori how frightening this was; considering her own height was 6 feet, this meant his was taller than that. If this turned physical, she wouldn’t stand a chance.
“You’re not affected by my hypnotic abilities,” realised Caleb.
His hands gently gripped Kaori’s tiny waist; she could feel the razor lightly graze the exposed skin of her back. She very much regretted her choice of outfit; a pink, off-the-shoulder crop top paired with a very short, pleated, black skirt and 6 inch, platform heels. She could feel her legs trembling, but she refused to back down.
“No, I am not,” replied Kaori. She glanced at her trapped friends. “I beg you, please, leave my friends alone.”
“I can’t,” muttered Caleb, his tone coloured by lament. “Now please sit down before I’m forced to do something I’ll regret. After all, you don’t want to chance your friends getting hurt, do you?”
Fear gripped Kaori. She immediately sat down on the nearing piece of furniture – which happened to be the bed.
“I’m going to clean up your neckline,” explained Caleb, reaching for the can of shaving cream.
Spraying a dollop onto his hand, he swiftly spread the lather along Rachel’s neck. Caleb then used his razor to clear away any undesirable neck hairs.
Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk.
Grabbing a towel, Caleb wiped off the excess lather. Once finished, he tossed aside the towel and unpinned the hair that he had sectioned off earlier.
Kaori stared at Rachel’s reflection. She observed the empty smile frozen on her face and the glazed-over look in her green eyes.
Picking up the comb and scissors, Caleb brushed out the last of Rachel’s remaining long hair. Once it was perfectly straight and neatly parted in the middle, Caleb placed the scissors just above her shoulders.
Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick
With every snip, more of Rachel’s long, dark hair hit the floor. Moving all the way around her head, Caleb rapidly reduced Rachel’s hair length from mid-back to an inch or 2 above her narrow shoulders.
“I thought you said jaw length,” muttered Kaori, thoughtlessly.
“I’m accounting for shrinkage,” replied Caleb as he grabbed the hairdryer.
Huuuummmmm…
The sound of the hairdryer going managed to ease some of the tension that had been building in the pit of Kaori’s stomach.
Once dry, Rachel’s hair was perfectly level with her jaw. With skillful hands, Caleb wove the jaw length into a bunch of solid but not overly tight braids.
Rachel looks absolutely stunning, thought Kaori. Hopefully, that will dull the sting of having her hair chopped off against her consent.
Caleb removed the tissue from around Rachel’s neck before pulling the cape off with a flourish.
“Now go sit over there,” commanded Caleb, gesturing towards the sofa where Heather was still sitting.
“Your turn, Heather,” said Caleb.
“Just a trim,” insisted Heather, nervously running her hands through her mousy brown hair. The waviness made her hip-length hair look much shorter; therefore, she had always been reluctant to cut it.
“Come here,” demanded Caleb, not acknowledging Heather’s words. When Heather still didn’t move, Caleb repeated. “Come here.”
Suddenly, Heather stood up straight and briskly strode over to the chair – which she straddled. This caused her clingy, red bandage dress to ride up – exposing pink, Brazilian-cut panties.
“Please, don’t alter her thoughts like you did Rachel’s,” begged Kaori.
Caleb turned to look at her. Kaori felt a tear roll down her cheek. Caleb reached forward to wipe it away.
“If I don’t have to, I won’t,” relented Caleb.
“Just a trim,” repeated Heather, hugging the back of the chair.
“Are you sure?” asked Caleb, toying with the scissors.
“No more than an inch,” said Heather in a firm tone, despite the tears running down her face. “Maybe 2.”
“4,” insisted Caleb as he grabbed a strand of Heather’s hair, seemingly inspecting it.
“Okay,” relented Heather, hesitantly. “But no more than 4 inches.”
Grabbing a handful of brown hair from the crown of Heather’s head, Caleb positioned the scissors 4 inches from her scalp and snapped the blades shut.
Shnick.
“Oh, my god!” screamed Heather. “What the fuck did you just do?”
“You said no more 4 inches,” replied Caleb with a lazy shrug.
“She said no more than a 4 inch trim, idiot!” exclaimed Kaori, angry on her friend’s behalf.
“No, he’s right,” defended Heather with a glazed-over expression on her pale face. “I wanted a pixie.”
Kaori glared at Caleb in disapproval.
“I tried,” said Caleb, apologetically. “The spell fades off in a few hours. Until then, they are just exceedingly happy and agreeable. This memory will be remembered as a joyous one inste-”
“Instead of a traumatic one,” interrupted Kaori, bitterly.
“For whatever it’s worth, I am sorry,” said Caleb as he proceeded to cut off all of Heather’s hair to 4 inches.
Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.
Tilting Heather’s head forward, Caleb positioned his comb at her nape – holding it ⅝ of an inch away from her scalp. Using his scissors, he quickly snipped away any hair that extended past the teeth of the comb.
Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.
As the comb and scissors traveled closer towards the crown of Heather’s head, Caleb pulled the comb further away from her scalp – thus leaving the hair there longer.
Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.
As Caleb finally put down the scissors and comb, Kaori saw that he had left her friend with a shaggy pixie cut that displayed her curls beautifully. Unfortunately, it also made her look a bit boyish… although she was still incredibly sexy – just in a more androgynous way.
With Heather’s head still bent forward, Caleb applied some shaving cream and used his razor to clean up her hairline.
Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk.
When Caleb was finished, he used the towel to wipe any excess shaving cream from her neck.
Throwing the towel back on the dresser, Caleb turned his attention to the floor and picked up all the hair scattered around and packed it away… with an exception to a thick chunk, which he ate with a grimace.
What. The. Hell, thought Kaori, unable to form any other coherent thoughts.
“This colour doesn’t really suit her,” observed Caleb, acting as if he hadn’t done something so absurd as eating a person’s hair.
Kaori blinked a few times before managing to get a hold of herself enough to respond.
“Dyes irritate her scalp,” warned Kaori.
“Not a problem,” replied Caleb. “What’s her favourite colour in regards to hair?”
“She has always wanted to be a redhead,” answered Kaori.
Caleb placed his hand on Heather’s head, and gradually her hair changed from a boring, mousy brown to a vivid, copper red.
“How-” began Kaori, shocked by what she was seeing.
“Magic,” answered Caleb, simply. “It’s permanent, by the way, so no reapplication needed.”
“I guess that’s nice of you,” commented Kaori. She looked down at her own hair. “I’m assuming I’m next.”
Caleb remained oddly quiet. He abruptly removed the tissue and cape from around Heather’s neck… and packed it away along with the rest of his belongings.
“Your friends are feeling very sleepy,” commanded Caleb.
Kaori watched as Rachel passed out on the sofa and Heather in the chair.
“Are you a witch?” asked Kaori.
“Formerly, yes,” replied Caleb as walked around the room packing and gathering his things. “I got turned by a vampire half a century ago.”
“Why are you altering the minds of my friends?” asked Kaori, irritably.
“I’m allergic to blood,” explained Caleb, embarrassed. “I learned to feed off of hair as an alternative.”
“Doesn’t that taste gross?” asked Kaori, curiously.
“Not when brewed into a Matcha Cappuccino or Latte,” said Caleb, in a manner that suggested that he was only half joking. “Honestly, I hate taking it straight.”
“Even still, doing this…” started Kaori, gesturing towards her unconscious friends. “Don’t you find it a bit unethical?”
“Please believe me, but I wouldn’t have done this if I had other options,” explained Caleb, forlornly. “Usually, I just collect whatever trimmings I get from willing clients, but I’m in the process of moving between provinces and my baggage got lost; unfortunately it had contained my entire supply for the next two months. And I still need to get set and established in a new place on top of already being on the verge of starving.”
“I guess that’s a bit more understandable,” admitted Kaori, sympathetically.
With 3 suitcases now packed, Caleb made his way towards the door.
“I’ll be leaving now,” explained Caleb. “I paid for the night. You can have the room to yourselves.”
“Wait!” demanded Kaori, a hint of desperation in her voice.
Caleb paused, seemingly frozen, before turning back around to face Kaori.
Kaori searched her brain for a reason to make him stay.
“You haven’t cut my hair,” blurted out Kaori before she had a chance to regret it.
“What,” said Caleb, a look of utter bewilderment crossing his handsome face.
“Cut. My. Hair,” said Kaori, placing emphasis on each word. If this was going to happen, then she was going to be the one in control.
So, as Caleb continued to stand there dumbfounded, Kaori removed her top – exposing her firm, round breasts. She then shimmied out of her short pleated skirt, revealing her lacy, black thong. She considered removing those too, but decided to keep them on alongside her black heels.
Standing nearly naked in a room where everyone else was fully clothed, Kaori realised that she should probably feel embarrassed. But instead she felt empowered.
“You can start down here,” demanded Kaori as she gestured to her crotch.
Caleb slowly moved closer before sinking to his knees. Placing his hands on her hips, he gently wormed his fingers down the lacy string of her panties. He then shoved her panties all the way down to her ankles, and Kaori graciously stepped out of them.
“You got quite the impressive bush down here,” teased Caleb, tugging lightly on her thick pubic hair. “Perhaps, I should charge extra.”
“Really? Can you take it out on assets?” suggested Kaori in a seductive tone. Baiting her boy with a little innuendo.
Meanwhile, Caleb placed his large hands between her legs. Suddenly, Kaori felt an uncomfortable warmth that briefly verged on burning – both sensations dissipated when Caleb removed his hands. But when his hands left her vulva, so did all her pubic hair.
Releasing a disappointed groan, Kaori looked at Caleb with a pout on her lips.
“I wanted you to shave it,” huffed Kaori, crossing her arms. “To touch it.”
“I didn’t want to cause you razor burn,” defended Caleb, as he ran his hand up and down her naked pussy. “Such sensitive skin down here.”
“Will it grow back?” asked Kaori, feeling more curious than concerned.
“I’ll undo it if you want me to,” offered Caleb, as he wiggled a finger inside her.
“No,” moaned Kaori. “I like it.”
“Good, because I like it too, Princess,” said Caleb, in a breathy tone. That, combined with the nickname, had Kaori shuddering in anticipation. “I really like it.”
Suddenly, Caleb’s mouth was on Kaori’s now hairless vulva. His tongue lapping and sucking on her clit.
Kaori found herself gasping, on the edge of an orgasm. Then Caleb abruptly stopped.
“I want to fuck you,” whispered Caleb, his breath tickling Kaori’s ear.
Kaori sashayed over to the mirror. Bending forwards, she rested her elbows on top of the dresser. With legs straight and spine arched, she knew Caleb could see everything… and she now wanted him to give her his everything.
“I’m ready,” announced Kaori, wiggling her hips in a taunting manner. Her pussy was so wet and ready for his cock. “Fuck me.”
Caleb did not need to be told twice. Kaori heard the sound of a zipper, and then all of a sudden Caleb’s cock was inside her. The force of his pumps, rocked them both back and forth. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to create bruises.
Just as Kaori reached the crescendo of her own orgasm, Caleb reached his. She could feel him releasing inside her. He let go of her hair and pulled out. Kaori watched him through the mirror’s reflection as he tucked his huge, thick dick back into his pants.
All that was inside me, thought Kaori in amazement as Caleb’s cum dripped out from between her legs.
With a content sigh, Caleb sat down on the bed.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” tutted Kaori. “You still have a job to do.”
Kaori turned back towards the mirror, running a hand through her waist-length hair. As she stared in the mirror, she realised that they would have to do this standing up, since Heather was still asleep in the chair.
“What do you want?” asked Caleb as he unpacked his tools once again.
“Platinum blonde french crop,” decided Kaori, without hesitation. After all, go bold or go home. “Keep the eyebrows dark.”
“Coming right up, Princess,” replied Caleb jovially as he kissed the top of Kaori’s head.
Kaori watched as her hair shifted from black to blonde. Her amazement soured slightly when she noticed how thick and out-of-place her eyebrows looked… but she didn’t want to verbalise her newfound insecurity, so she kept her mouth shut.
Resting his chin on top of Kaori’s head, Caleb stared at her reflection in the mirror with a calculating gleam in his honey-coloured eyes. He then rushed to the bathroom. He came back with a pair of tweezers.
Standing in front of her face so closely, Caleb’s body blocked her view of the mirror as he plucked her eyebrows. This made her feel anxious… but at the same time, she knew she could trust him.
After a few minutes of plunking, Caleb stepped back and gave Kaori a moment to admire her reflection. Her eyebrows were arched slightly higher than before and significantly thinner – but not too thin. It emphasised her icy blue eyes, making them look bigger and somehow sharper.
“Wow,” remarked Kaori, as her fingers gingerly touched the reddened skin just below where her eyebrows now sat.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” chuckled Caleb. He then gathered her hair into a high ponytail, tying it off with an elastic.
Picking up his scissors once again, Caleb placed the blades between the elastic and Kaori’s scalp.
“Last chance, Princess,” warned Caleb.
“Do it,” breathed Kaori, as she tightly shut her eyes.
Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.
The scissors sawed their way through Kaori’s thick hair. Once severed, her hair sprang forward into what looked roughly like a chin-length bob. It felt so light and airy… Kaori immediately began having second thoughts.
“Remove your shirt,” demanded Kaori, partially because she yearned to see him shirtless and partially to give herself time to adjust to the new length.
“Do you want to cut at it for a bit?” asked Caleb, handing over his scissors.
Kaori hesitantly took the offered scissors as Caleb took off his shirt.
Kaori grabbed the chin-length strands on the right side of her face and reduced them to lip length.
Shnick. Shnick.
Dropping the severed hair, Kaori then gripped the hair on her left side. Feeling braver, she placed the scissors level at just below her eye and closed them.
Shnick. Shnick.
“Can you tell me about yourself?” asked Caleb as he leaned against the dresser, flexing his muscular arms.
“I got drunk, sang along to some karaoke, got lost, found you,” replied Kaori, cutting along the back of her head using the fingers of her other hand as a guide. “I have a little brother that I’m trying to get custody of.”
“What else?” asked Caleb. “Got any hopes? Dreams?”
“When I was younger I wanted to be a singer/song artist,” answered Kaori, as she cut the right side even shorter until it was even with the left. “Even now, I still keep writing original songs in my handbook.”
Kaori finger-combed some of her hair forwards to form bangs. She then raised the scissors and cut in a harsh line just above her eyebrows.
Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.
Kaori had to suppress a laugh when she realised that she had given herself a ridiculously short micro bob.
“I’d like to hear you perform some day,” said Caleb as he petted the back of Kaori’s head. “Now hand me back the scissors before you reduce your hair to a crew cut.”
“You don’t think I would look cute with one?” teased Kaori, as she placed his scissors in his pocket.
“I think you would look absolutely gorgeous with a crew cut,” complimented Caleb in a husky tone as he kissed his way from between Kaori’s shoulder blades to the nape of her neck. “Would you like me to give you one?”
Kaori mulled over that suggestion for a moment before shaking her head.
“No,” insisted Kaori. “I have my heart set on a French crop.”
“Hmm… alright,” said Caleb, picking up the clippers and changing the guard on them to a shorter one. “I’m going to buzz the hair on the back and sides to a number 3 and then fade you down to a 2.”
A small smile formed on Kaori’s lips as she felt Caleb press the clippers against the side of her head. He then turned them on.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Caleb ran the clippers upwards into her hair, pulling them away upon reaching her temple. He then repeated this same movement all the way around her head. The vibrations felt incredible.
Kaori almost whined when she heard the clippers being shut off. Fortunately, Caleb was just swapping out his guard for a shorter one.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
The clippers ran up the sides and back of Kaori’s head, though not going as high this time.
Alas, Caleb finally turned off the clippers and put them away.
With both hands, Kaori took the time to explore the recently shorn areas of her head. Rubbing her fingers against stubble, she found herself giggling at the prickly sensation.
“Can I clean up your hairline at the back?” asked Caleb, as he caressed the blade of his razor over Kaori’s right breast.
“Yes,” agreed Kaori, feeling a shudder of ecstasy rush through her.
The sensation of something wet and foamy touched the base of Kaori’s skull. The cold metal of Caleb’s razor was the next sensation she felt.
Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk.
When Caleb was finished shaving her neck, he wiped her down with a towel and kissed her on the shoulder.
“I will be cutting the top now,” whispered Caleb with his lips pressed against Kaori’s neck. He then gave the pointed tip of her ear a quick love bite before picking up his scissors and comb once more.
Staring at her and Caleb’s reflection in the mirror, she watched as he reduced the rest of her hair to about 1 to 2 inches.
Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.
Then, combing Kaori’s hair forwards, Caleb cut a perfectly straight set of bangs across her forehead. He then ran a bit of pomade through her remaining hair, adding some texture to the finished style.
“You look absolutely stunning,” remarked Caleb, resting his hand against the back of Kaori’s very exposed neck.
“Of course, I do,” agreed Kaori, relishing in her new appearance; she truly looked both confident and sexy as hell. “After all, I’m your princess.”
“Will you be mine?” asked Caleb.
Kaori ignored the question in favour of unzipping Caleb’s pants. She was aching for another round.
“Come with me,” insisted Caleb, desperately.
“I’m definitely going to cum with you,” whispered Kaori in Caleb’s ear as she freed his dick from his pants and gently ran her hand up the shaft while gradually increasing her pace. “I already have, and I will again.”
“Not like that… Or rather, not only like that,” clarified Caleb. “I want you to be mine. Forever.”
“Are you asking if you can turn me?” asked Kaori.
Caleb nodded.
Kaori wasn’t sure if she was ready for any of this; becoming a vampire, a long-term relationship. All of this on top of all her other problems would just be too much.
“I have obligations,” argued Kaori, teary-eyed.
“And I can help you,” replied Caleb earnestly as he slowly kissed his way down Kaori’s naked body, pausing briefly in order to suck on each one of her nipples until they were hard. “I want to help you. With your brother. With your dreams. With all of that.”
Kaori was speechless. He was offering everything she wanted… but she was scared. Scared to put so much of her trust into a single person.
“All you have to do is say yes,” pleaded Caleb. He kissed a path down Kaori’s abs, past her hips. His mouth was on her sex once again. “Princess, please say yes.”
Suddenly, Kaori was pushed down onto the mattress. Caleb took a moment to remove Kaori’s shoes before crawling in between her open legs, spreading them further.
Kaori cried out as Caleb inserted his cock into her wet pussy. This time their lovemaking was slow and gentle.
“Please, say yes,” said Caleb, sucking and nibbling tiny love-bites onto the tender flesh of her breasts.
“Yes,” whimpered Kaori in the throes of pure ecstasy.
As Caleb bit down on her left breast, Kaori felt a sudden cold sensation rush through her entire body. It quickly dissipated. Kaori slowly became aware of her canine teeth growing longer and sharper.
Caleb softly petted Kaori’s short hair as she contently rested her head on his strongly muscled chest. Strangely enough, Kaori felt happy.
