The Wrong Barbershop

Julie parked her car outside Dollhouse Cuts and gave the neon-lit sign a skeptical glance. The cursive font and silhouette of a woman holding clippers felt trendy, maybe a little over the top, but it was close to their new home in Los Angeles. Her family had moved from the midwest, and her 14 year-old son badly needed a haircut before school started. She dismissed her doubts, glancing at her son, Ryan, in the passenger seat.

Ryan fidgeted with his shaggy blond hair, pushing it out of his eyes.

“Just tell them to trim it, honey,” Julie said, handing him some cash. “Nothing drastic. I’ll be back in an hour, okay?”

“Okay,” Ryan mumbled, stepping out of the car.

As Julie drove off, Ryan opened the door and froze.

Dollhouse Cuts was nothing like the barbershop his mom used to take him to before the move. Dim pink and purple lights bathed the space, casting a soft glow over sleek black leather chairs and mirrored walls. A faint vanilla-sugar perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the rhythmic bass of music playing overhead.

And the barbers…

They were nothing like the older men with striped aprons Ryan had expected. Four women were scattered around the room, chatting and laughing with their clients. All of them were dressed in provocative outfits—lace bodysuits, crop tops, short skirts, and all in high heels. Their makeup was bold, with dramatic eyeliner and dramatic red lips- they looked like they were dressed for a club.

Ryan froze. This couldn’t be right… could it?

“Hey, sweetie,” a voice purred from behind him.

Ryan turned to see a tall blonde approaching him, her eyes sparkling mischievously. She wore a black lace corset top paired with a high-waisted leather skirt and heels so high they seemed impossible to walk in. Her name tag read Amber.

Her perfectly manicured nails brushed lightly against his shirt as she leaned closer. “You must be Ryan. I’m Amber. Let’s get you in my chair.”

Ryan gulped, barely able to respond as she led him toward her station. The light click of her heels seemed louder in his ears than the music playing overhead.

Amber spun the chair toward her with a flourish. “Hop in, babe,” she said, patting the leather seat.

Ryan slid into the chair, and she fastened a silky black cape around his neck, her fingers lingering just long enough to make him blush. Amber leaned down, her perfume enveloping him as her hands slid through his hair.

Amber ran her fingers through his thick blond hair, tilting his head gently to get a better look. “Ooh, you’ve got great hair. So soft and healthy. What are we doing today?”

“Uh, just a trim,” Ryan said, his voice barely audible.

Amber raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Just a trim? Come on, sugar, we can do better than that. You’ve got a perfect face for something sharper. Something clean, maybe a little bold. Trust me, you’ll look so handsome.”

“I… I don’t know,” Ryan stammered, unsure.

Amber leaned in closer, her perfume enveloping him. “Let me work my magic. I promise, you’ll love it.” She stood up, sliding one leg over the armrest, her body now straddling his lap. She leaned down, brushing her chest lightly against his as she ran her fingers through his hair again. “I want to give you a buzz cut. It’ll look so sexy. Ok, babe?”

Ryan’s breath caught in his throat as he looked up at her, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “But I… I don’t know, I don’t think my mom would like that…”

Amber’s lips curled into a smile. “Your mom isn’t here, sweetie. And besides, I think you’ll look hotter than ever with a clean buzz. Trust me, I know what suits you.”

Ryan gulped, unsure whether he should protest more or just go along with it. He felt her body press closer, her thigh rubbing lightly against his as she adjusted her position. The intimate proximity made him feel dizzy, but there was also something oddly thrilling about it.

Amber took his silence as consent and picked up the clippers, their buzz loud in the quiet room. She placed them at his temple and started shaving the sides of his head, working methodically as her body shifted slightly, leaning into him with every movement. Her hand grazed his cheek as she pulled his head to the side.

“You’re going to love this, honey,” Amber cooed. “I’m going to make you look so damn sexy.”

Ryan swallowed hard, his chest tightening as the buzz cut slowly progressed. His hair was disappearing in neat, even sections, leaving the soft skin of his scalp exposed. Amber’s hands were all over him, adjusting his position, touching his neck, her fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.

“Hold still, babe,” she said, winking.

Amber tilted his head to the side, her fingers gentle but firm, and brought the clippers to his temple. With confident swipes, she shaved the side of his head down to stubble. Cool air hit Ryan’s scalp, and his heart raced as she worked her way around, the hum of the clippers buzzing in his ears.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Amber cooed, brushing the freshly buzzed hair off his neck. Her knee grazed his leg as she leaned closer, her breath tickling his ear.

“Feeling good, sugar?” Amber asked, her voice low and sultry.

Ryan nodded faintly, his hands gripping the armrests tightly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of fear and fascination. He had never had a haircut like this—there was something so intimate about the way Amber moved, about how she kept him in such close proximity. It wasn’t just a haircut; it felt like something else entirely.

“Let’s make it even sexier,” Amber whispered. “I’m going to go a little shorter on the sides, okay? Just trust me.”

“Uh, I don’t know…” Ryan mumbled.

Amber pouted, leaning in closer. “Come on, sugar, let me do it. I promise you’ll look hot.”

With a sigh, Ryan finally relented, letting her take the clippers even closer to his scalp, his once long hair now reduced to nothing but stubble on the sides. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny the odd attraction to the sensation of Amber’s body pressed against his.

Ryan squirmed slightly. “Is it… really short?”

Amber chuckled. “Oh, sugar, it’s perfect. But I think we can go even shorter.”

Ryan blinked. “Shorter?”

Amber leaned in, her lips just inches from his ear. “I wanna shave it, babe. Take it all off. You’ll look so sexy. What do you think?”

“I—I don’t know if—”

“Shh,” Amber whispered, placing a finger lightly against his lips. “Trust me, sweetie. You’ll love it.”

Before he could protest, she grabbed a fresh set of clippers with no guard, turning them on with an even louder buzz.

“Head down, babe,” she commanded softly, pressing a hand on the back of his head to tilt it forward and into her chest.

Ryan’s breath hitched as the clippers touched his scalp. Amber moved slowly and deliberately, relishing every pass as she shaved his head completely bald. Her free hand pushed his head into her bodysuit, her nails grazing his skin occasionally, sending shivers down his spine.

“There we go,” Amber purred, shifting her weight around on Ryan’s lap. “Such a good boy for me. You’re gonna look so clean and sharp.”

The sound of the clippers filled the room as Amber worked, occasionally brushing stray hairs off his face with her fingertips. Her smile widened as more of Ryan’s scalp was revealed, the transformation thrilling her.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, running a hand over his freshly shaved head. “This feels amazing. You’ve got the perfect shape for it.”

Ryan blushed furiously as she continued to touch his head, her excitement palpable. “I—I didn’t think…”

Amber laughed softly, tilting his chin up so their eyes met. “Don’t overthink it, sugar. You’re stunning.”

Just as she was finishing up the back of his neck, the door swung open.

“Ryan, I’m—” Julie froze mid-sentence.

Her jaw dropped as she took in the scene: her son, head tilted forward, pushed into Amber’s breasts, completely bald, with Amber perched on his lap. Her legs framed his, and her lace corset and leather skirt left very little to the imagination.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Julie’s voice cracked with shock and horror.

Amber glanced up, unfazed, and grinned. “Oh, hi, Mom! Just putting the finishing touches on your sexy boy. Doesn’t he look amazing?”

Julie’s eyes darted between Amber’s flirty smile and Ryan’s shaved head. “I—I didn’t ask for this! What did you do to him?!”

Amber stepped back, smoothing her skirt. “Relax, Mom. He needed this. A total transformation. And honestly?” She leaned down, planting a quick kiss on Ryan’s cheek. “He’s a total heartbreaker now.”

Julie stammered, grabbing her wallet to pay before dragging Ryan out of the chair.

As they made their way to the door, Julie muttered angrily under her breath, but Ryan couldn’t stop thinking about how he felt in that chair, under Amber’s touch. Her kiss, her whispers, the closeness—it had all been so overwhelming. He had never had a haircut like that before.

“Never again,” Julie said through clenched teeth.

Ryan touched his freshly shaved head, his heart still racing. “Yeah… never again.”

But he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

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