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Becca shrugged out of her coat and put it on the back of the chair, her eyes scanning the crowd.  She’d found the club a year ago … an innocuous ad in the back of a magazine.  She’d been intrigued and showed up the first night at the warehouse at the end of town. 

The outside was nothing like the inside.  The inside of the warehouse was plush and welcoming … except for the large red leather barber chair complete with matching leather restraints that sat in the center of the room.  Becca stared at the chair every month. 

Every month she had to drop her name in the crystal bowl by the door and wait to see if her name was called.  She had a chance to be called either as the  entertainment, or the entertainer.  Every month she watched as someone was strapped into the chair.  Sometimes the entertainer would … prepare the victim’s hair and then give them a cut.  Sometimes the entertainer would just cut.  Becca never knew what would happen, and it kept her … interested. 

Her attention was pulled to the center of the warehouse by the MC.  “All right, all right," he said.  “It’s that time!  We’re going to start the show, so gather around!" 

Becca wandered closer, nodding hello to the other members.  A few of the more recent entertainment were still sporting the cuts they received from the monthly meeting.  Some were growing out, but the most recent - a petite blonde - was still sporting her monk’s tonsure.  Becca gave her a friendly smile as she waited for the names to be called. 

“And tonight’s entertainment is going to be … “  The MC paused for dramatic effect.  “A first timer!  Let’s give a cheer for Becca Peyton!" 

Becca knew her eyes were wide and she tried not to stumble as she made her way to the center of the warehouse, urged on by the rest of the members. 

“Becca, go ahead and take a seat and our entertainer will help you get situated," the MC said.  “And who is our entertainer going to be tonight?  Which of you lucky members is going to going to introduce Becca to a new style?" 

Becca smoothed out her skirt and settled gingerly in the large barber chair, settling back against the warm red leather.  She reached up and ran a hand over her thick French braid, wondering what would happen to her dark red hair. 

“And the entertainer tonight is Cole Quince!" the MC called. 

Cole stepped forward and gave Becca a sensual smile, making Becca shiver.  She’d always been attracted to Cole, loved to watch him work.  He was always so creative and she could feel herself getting excited and nervous, thinking about what he’d do to her. 

“A virgin," Cole murmured, stepping behind Becca and undoing her braid.  He ran his hands through her elbow length, dark red hair.  “Such beautiful hair.  But before the fun can begin … “  He moved in front of her and restrained her, wrapping the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  “Don’t worry, Becca … you’re going to love every minute," Cole whispered in Becca’s ear. 

Becca shivered again, feeling her hair brush her shoulders and she shook her hair out a bit.  She’d had the same hairstyle for years, and while she’d always thought about something different, she’d never had the guts to bite the bullet and do it. 

“I think, before I give Becca a new style, we need to treat her hair a bit," Cole said, smiling at the other members. 

The MC grinned and nodded for one of the members to roll out the prep cart.  It contained various food stuffs, such as honey, chocolate, eggs, mayonnaise, etc. 

“Becca’s hair is looking a little dry," Cole said, tying a short cape that just barely covered her shoulders around her neck. 

Becca knew that her hair was extremely well cared for; monthly trims, deep conditioning treatments.  But she was in no place to argue with Cole. 

Cole snapped on a pair of black latex gloves and perused all the food stuffs on cart.  “What to chose, what to chose," he murmured. 

The first egg surprised Becca.  She could feel the cold egg yolk seeping into her scalp, dripping down onto her shoulders.  The second one was just as shocking.  She felt Cole massage the egg into her hair, felt his fingers rubbing her scalp. 

“Egg yolk does wonders to damaged hair," Cole said conversationally.  “But so does honey, and chocolate." 

Becca shivered as she felt Cole pouring honey and chocolate into her hair, massaging it in with the eggs.  Her head started to feel heavy, and only got heavier as Cole piled all her hair on top of her head and covered it with a plastic cap.  “I think Becca should sit here for a while, let my special treatment do its work," Cole said, smiling at the other members. 

“Such a good idea," the MC said.  “Why don’t we all get a drink and perhaps and a snack or two?" 

The other members all smiled and gave a short round of applause before heading over to the table to get a drink and a snack. 

Becca was left restrained in the barber chair, watching as everyone chatted and drank and ate.  A few of them would wander over and squeeze Becca’s hair through the cap, causing the … goo to seep down her neck and onto her shoulders. 

Cole was sipping a glass of wine, watching as Becca sat there, waiting for him to wash her hair and move on to the next step.  He had such plans for her, and couldn’t wait to see her with her final cut.  Maybe if she was really happy with it, she’d go to a late dinner with him.  He couldn’t fight his attraction to her any longer, and couldn’t believe his luck that she was his entertainment for the night. 

Just when Becca thought she couldn’t take anymore, she finally saw Cole headed her way and breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I think our entertainment has been sitting long enough," Cole said as he approached Becca.  He gave her a smile and reclined the barber chair back so Becca’s head was right over a bit bucket.  He then began the arduous process of washing the gunk from Becca’s hair.  The water wasn’t warm - far from it - but it did the job. 

The water was freezing, at least from Becca’s perspective.  Cole poured cup after cup of cold water over her hair - at least he was gentle when he washed it.  Becca felt herself relaxing as she felt Cole’s nimble fingers massaging her scalp, and she moaned softly. 

“I think you like this," Cole murmured in her ear as he wrung the excess water out of her hair and wrapped it in a plain white towel and sat her up. 

Becca blushed a bit and looked out at all members who were watching with intense interest. 

“And now that Becca’s hair is nice and clean, I think it’s time to introduce her to a new style," Cole said, lifting a pair of scissors from the nearby table. 

The crowd applauded loudly and crowded tighter around the barber chair to watch Cole work. 

“Now just relax and let me work," Cole said.  “Or don’t relax - you’re choice."  He gave Becca a wink and took the first cut, taking a lock of hair and reducing it to shoulder length in one snip. 

Becca gasped as she watched Cole drop the lock of hair in her lap.  Her eyes got wider and wider as more and more locks of hair filled her lap.  No longer could she feel her hair across her back, now she felt it tickling the tops of her shoulders. 

“What do we think?" Cole asked the crowd. 

“Too tame!" the blonde with the monk’s tonsure called out. 

“You know what?  I think I agree," Cole said.  “For a first time, we need something … dramatic!" 

The crowd cheered and Becca felt butterflies take flight in her stomach.  She watched as Cole combed a large section of hair down over her forehead, and then suddenly the crowd was revealed as Cole cut in a thick fringe. 

“More!" someone called from the crowd. 

“More?" Cole said.  “You want more?"  Without warning, he began combing and snipping, combing and snipping. 

Becca watched as more and more hair filled her lap.  She could feel her head getting lighter, but … there was still hair tickling her shoulders. 

“Oh my god," Becca whispered. 

“I think she’s figured it out," Cole told the crowd as he finished her cut.  “One rockin’ mullet for our virgin!" 

Becca wished she wasn’t restrained to the chair so she could feel her hair.  A mullet?  No one wore a mullet anymore … Becca’s cheeks were dark red with embarrassment. 

“Don’t worry," Cole whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.  “We’re not done yet … you’re going to love the final result." 

Becca shivered as she felt Cole’s lips on her ear.  Not finished?  What else could he do to her? 

“You know what?" Cole said to the crowd.  “I think this cut is lacking a little … sophistication."  He reached over and pulled the cart closer, revealing a large box of the smallest curlers Becca had ever seen.  “I think a perm will really set this cut off!" 

The crowd cheered and clapped. 

“A perm it is!" Cole said, and began rolling Becca’s hair in curlers. 

Becca could Cole tug, wrap and snap, tug, wrap and snap.  She felt row after row of curlers, yet Cole wasn’t wrapping all of her hair.  He would take each row to the occipital bone, where it met the longer hair, and then stop.  Becca’s stomach dropped as she realized he was only going to perm the top of her hair. 

“Oh …" she breathed.  “You’re … “ 

“Yes," Cole whispered in her ear.  “And you love every minute of this.  You love the loss of control … the feeling in your stomach as you wait for what I’m going to do next.  You’re beautiful, did you know that?  Especially like this - restrained and offered up to me for my pleasure." 

He snapped the last tiny curler into place and wrapped some cotton around the curlers to make sure the perm solution didn’t get the rest of her hair.  He then began the tedious process of saturating each curler with perm solution. 

The smell permeated Becca’s nose, and soon she couldn’t smell anything else.  She wiggled a bit in the chair as the cold perm solution soaked into her scalp and her hair. 

“Now we have another break while the perm solution sets," the MC said.  “Who’s up for another drink?" 

Everyone clapped and went to get another drink, leaving Becca alone again.  She still couldn’t believe what was happening.  What was she going to say Monday morning when she went back to work?  What would her friends say?  Her family? 

Everyone wandered back over once the MC announced that Becca’s perm was ready.  Becca felt the world tilt as she was dropped back over the bucket again, this time to neutralize her perm. 

“Maybe I’ll let you look at yourself," Cole murmured.  “Put a mirror in front of you and watch your reaction … I bet your hair has never looked like this."  He nibbled her earlobe before dropping a towel over her head and sitting her up. 

Becca felt Cole gently pat her hair dry before she felt him start to release the curlers. 

The crowd started too murmur softly as they watched as Becca’s new look was revealed. 

Becca felt Cole’s fingers massage her scalp and she couldn’t help but moan softly … Cole’s fingers felt magnificent.  The fingers were removed and were replaced with a comb. 

Actually it was a pick comb.  Cole was gently picking out Becca’s hair, creating a soft halo of curls.  As he looked at Becca’s hair, he realized it still wasn’t right. 

“I think Becca’s cut is almost perfect," Cole said, patting Becca’s curls gently. 

“Buzz her!" someone yelled. 

“Giver her a clown ‘do!" someone else called. 

“No, no, no," Cole said.  “Nothing like that."  He put the pick comb down and reached for the clippers, attaching a guide.  “Head down."  He rested his hand on the back of her head and pushed gently. 

Becca whimpered softly as she dropped her head, staring down at the hair in her lap.  She could hear the thrum of the clippers, gasped as she felt the clippers run up the back of her head, stopping just before the curls began. 

“Oh my god," Becca said as she felt the clippers sever the hair from her head.  She had no idea how short it was, but oddly enough, she didn’t really care.  The vibration was quite stimulating and Becca hummed softly. 

“That’s my girl," Cole praised as he sheared path after path up the back of her head.  The mullet was gone, leaving a soft pelt of hair that was only half an inch long from her nape to her occipital bone.  “I’m just going to sharpen this up a bit and then you’ll be all done … brave new girl." 

Becca didn’t know whether to be sad or grateful when Cole turned off the clippers and set them aside.  She felt a comb against her scalp and heard the scissors snap and shivered.  The comb and scissors traveled up the back of her head, sending tiny snippets of hair flittering around her head. 

As Cole finished, he ran his hands up the back of her head.  “Welcome to your new world," he murmured as he released her from the chair, gently ruffling her new curls. 

The crowd gave a raucous round of applause before packing up their belongings and putting their names on the request for the dvd that had been made that night of Becca’s makeover. 

Becca hurried over to the first mirror she could find and stared in shock.  Her once elbow length red hair was reduced to a halo of short curls.  The curls stopped abruptly at the middle of her ears revealing her sheared nape. 

“It suits you," Cole murmured, gently stroking her nape. 

Becca shivered at Cole’s touch.  She glanced around and noticed that everyone had left, save the MC who was waiting for the cleanup crew. 

“I … I don’t really know what to say," Becca whispered, leaning into Cole’s touch.  His fingers were warm against her nape, sending shivers down her spine causing a long forgotten spark to burn inside her. 

“How about … ?" Cole asked, rubbing harder at the nape of her neck.  “How about we get a late dinner?" 

Becca whimpered and felt her legs almost buckle at the sensation of Cole’s fingers massaging her nape.  “Oh … “ she breathed. 

“Is that a yes?" Cole said, his eyes twinkling. 

“That is most definitely a yes," Becca moaned softly, leading the way to the table to grab her coat and purse.  She eyed Cole’s blonde surfer locks … it had obviously been a while since he’d been the entertainment. 

“Good," Cole murmured.  “I know a great place."  He pressed a soft kiss to her neck as he escorted her out. 

“You know … I can’t wait until they pull your name," Becca said.  “I’ll be crossing my fingers, hoping I’ll be the night’s entertainer." 

“Can’t wait," Cole said with a seductive smile.  “Can’t wait."

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