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Sitting at home alone on a Thursday evening is my usual routine.  But for some reason tonight is different.  I am fidgety and very bored.  None of the 300 odd channels on TV seems to have anything even remotely interesting on.  And the book I am reading just doesn’t seem to be capturing my imagination.  I try smoking a bowl of some fragrant herb that I had purchased several weeks ago, but that only seems to exasperate the boredom. 

“The hell with it,” I say to myself.  “I think I am going to go out and have a drink or four.”

After throwing on a fresh shirt and a sprucing myself up a little, I leave for The Brick House, my favorite local pub.  As I walk through the front door of the pub, I notice it is a fairly typical Friday evening there.  Most, but not, all of the barstools at the long oaken bar are taken, but a few are open.  The place always seems a little dark allowing the strategically placed televisions and neon beer signs to provide much of the light. This gives the place a strange glow which contrasts heavily with the otherwise traditional pub décor of dark wood booths and brick walls. There is a group of young students playing pool at one of the tables in the corner and laughing about something.  A man in the other corner is setting up some equipment in another corner as he prepares to play an acoustical guitar set.  I take a seat near the far end of the bar, closest to the far brick wall.

“What’ll ya have, sweetie?” says the bartender as she approaches where I am sitting.  She is a petite girl with short blonde hair and a smile that borders on heavenly.  I smile a little as she calls me sweetie and it makes my heart flutter a bit. An effect I am sure she is fully aware of.  I imagine she calls a lot of people sweetie or honey as she does me.  She seems like a woman who knew how to keep the guys coming back and thus the generous tips flowing into her tip jar.  Heavenly indeed.

“St Pauli Girl, Carrie” I reply.  “How are you doing tonight?”

“Pretty good Charlie” she says as she reaches bends over to reach into a cooler to grab the bottle of beer. Her already tight jeans stretch just a little bit more and her shirt lifts as she bends which display the very top of a pair of red lace panties.

“My keno numbers hit last night for $200.” And she opens the beer and puts it on a napkin in front of me.  “And I went to the spa, had a message got my haircut today.  What do you think?”

“I love it.  It’s cute and fits you very well.”  I tell her. It is cut short in shoulder length bob.  It seems to frame here pretty face very well.

“Thanks, but I’m not so sure yet.  We’ll see how it goes.”

As she says this another group of customers who have just entered the bar crowd near the other end of the bar and Carrie walk away to help them.  All the other men at the bar turn their heads to watch her as she walks past.  “Every one of them probably has a secret crush on her” I think to myself.  “Can’t blame ‘em, can I?”

I sit there for watching the televisions for a while.  Several more people have arrived and Carrie is being kept occupied taking care of all the new customers and refreshing the drinks of some of the old ones.  The irony that I was bored at home watching the exact same baseball game occurs to me.  The guy with the acoustic guitar begins to warm up by playing a series of broken segments of familiar rock-n-roll chord progressions.  Soon he starts in with “Hotel California” by The Eagle and it sounds quite good.

As I finish the beer, I look down the bar to try to catch Carries attention to let her know I need another.  As I do, I front door opens and a lady enters and my heart skips a beat.  She is a tall voluptuous brunette dressed in black slacks that perfectly accent her very generous hips and a loose black gossamer blouse with long bohemian sleeves.  Her long black tresses flow with the sway of her confident gait.  As she walks past a neon sign, the bluish light gives her a pale skin an electric glow and reveals lips painted with bright red lip gloss. Her face is gorgeous with sharp angular features. I pulled my eyes away from her fearful to be caught staring and look at the TV on the back wall of the bar.

I feel my pulse quicken as the lady takes a seat on the empty stool next to me.  I glance nervously over at her and smile.  I wanted to say something, but comfort had been banished from my mind and I could think of nothing to say.  She smiles back and I go back to looking at the TV when Carrie walks up.

“Hey Donna!  Long time, no see.  Where you been?”

“Well it’s been very busy at the shop as of late.  With Dad passing a way back in June I have taken over most of his old clients as well as keeping all of mine.  Now it’s just me and Mom running the show and I can barely keep up” Donna spoke a slightly smoky alto voice.

“Well that’s good I guess”, replied Carrie.  “How’s your mom holding up?”

“You know my mom, she always strong, no matter what. Although I know she misses Dad fiercely.  She just keeps on working which is what she loves.”

“Glad to hear that.  What can I get you?”

“Johnny Walker Black, on the rocks”

“Coming right up”, replied Carrie pertly “Charlie are you ready for another.”

I nodded my head and smiled still unable to get any words past the lump in my throat.

Carrie went to get the drinks and I continued to stare at the TV.  As Carrie returns I take the opportunity to look her way and steal another glance at the mysterious lady sitting next to me. She is looking at Carrie and I get a good chance to look at her face for a moment without her noticing.  I was noticing her full lips as she begins to speak to Carrie, “When did you cut your hair like that”.

“Oh, it was just today.  What do you think?  I am not so sure.  The stylist recommended it for me.”, Carrie says he she sets our drinks in front of us.

“Hmmmm”, replied Donna.  “It’s a good cut, but it’s all wrong for you.  I picture you with something much different.”

“Really?  That’s what I was thinking too.  Oh well.  Maybe next time I go see somebody else.”

With that Carrie notices some customers at the end of the bar who needs more drinks and leaves to help them.

Donna turns to watch the guy playing music as he breaks into an extended acoustic.  As I sit there sipping my beer I keep surreptitiously stealing glances at her without staring too long as to attract her attention.  After a few minutes of watching the guy she turns around and looks at me.  I pretend not to notice for a moment when she says, “Are you going to introduce yourself or are you just going to stare at me all night long?”

I blush as she speaks and manage to say, “Sorry.  My name is Charlie.  I’ve never seen you in here before.”

“Well I used to come in here a lot when I was younger, that is how I know Carrie.  We kind of go way back.  But now I am so busy since my Dad died I hardly have time for anything. My family owns a barbershop over in Daleton.  Now it’s just me and my Mom working it.  What do you do?”

“Nothing exciting really, I work for the County Parks Department.  I coordinate nature programs for the local schools.”

Donna smiles at me, “For some reason that seems to fit you.  You seem like the nature type.  Kind of shy and cute.”

At that my heart leapt back into my throat. “She thinks I am cute!” I think to myself.

Carrie then returned to our end of the bar and says, “So Donna, what do you think I should do with my hair?”

“You need to go short.”

“Well this is pretty short.  Shorter than my hair has ever been.”  Carrie looked wide eyed and a little intrigued.

“That’s not short.  I am thinking of something finger length, with a lot of texture.  Easy to style and kind of sassy.”

“Oh really, I have always thought about cutting my hair short but I’ve always been kind of scared to do it.  It’s such a big step.”

As she says this the group of kids playing pool come up to the bar at the other end and Carrie has to go leave to help them.  She appeared a little nervous as she walks away.”

Donna seems to smile at that and takes a sip of her drink.  “So Charlie you were telling me about yourself.”

I continue telling her about myself.  And she does the same with me.  As we sit there talking and sipping our drinks the bar is starting to get busier.  People are coming in and the music pickup in tempo.  The late bartender, a guy named Mike, shows up for work to assist Carrie who had been able to barely handle things as business picked up.  Still busy, Carrie gets us refills every so often and as time passes my nervousness dies and soon Donna and I are talking and laughing like a couple of friends.

After a couple of hours or so things start to calm down for the bartenders.  Carrie comes down our way and comments “Wow.  That was quite a rush we got.  I am exhausted.  Thank God Mike wasn’t late for once.”  She put her head in her hands down on the bar and looked up at the both of us and smiled a cute yet exhausted looking grin.

“So Donna, you were saying about my hair.  Is there anybody you would recommend?”

“I only recommend me.”

“You mean I should come to your barbershop?  Isn’t that only for boys and men?”

“Not at all.  We do some girls and ladies in there.  It is mostly guys, but we can cut girls hair just as good as any salon you go to and at about half the price or less, especially when it is short.  There’s no reason to pay $40 for a short easy haircut.  I’d love to get you up in my chair sometime.”

“I think I would be too embarrassed to come into a barbershop.  I don’t know why but it would just seem weird.”

“Well, if you want we can do it after we’re closed.  Then you wouldn’t really have to worry about feeling weird.  I know just how to put you at ease.  As a matter of fact, we can do it tonight if you want to.  You get off in an hour don’t you?”

“Yes, I’ll be off soon.  But I don’t know….”

“Don’t worry, I know how to take care of you.  Trust me.  You know you want to.” With this Donna flashed a devilish smile at Carrie.

Carrie smiled and even blushed a little.  “OK, what the heck.  Let’s do it.”  I am going to start some of my closing duties so I can leave.

Carrie left to start restocking and cleaning up the mess in the bar.  The guitar player was beginning to pack up his equipment and the patrons began dwindle.  Donna and I continued to talk and enjoyed another drink.

The hour seemed to pass very quickly and Carrie approached us and said, “O.K. Donna, I am done and ready to go.  God, I am so nervous about this”

Donna smiled wryly as she finished the last of her drink, “You are in good hands.  Do you want to follow me?”

“Sure”, said Carrie.

“OK well let’s go.”

Donna looked over at me and smiled and said, “You need to come too.  I want to get you up into my chair also.  I won’t take no for an answer.” 
If there was a lump in my throat before, it was a large knot now.  “I don’t know, walked over here from my apartment.  I don’t have any way to get back.”

“Don’t worry about that.  I’ll give you a ride.”  And with that she gave a little laugh. “Come on let’s go.”

I got into Donna’s car with her and she drive over to her shop which was about 15 miles away.  Carrie followed in her car behind us.  Not much was said for most of the ride as Donna sang quietly along with the Allman Brothers she was playing on the stereo.  She had a soulful and beautiful singing voice as she sang along to “Whipping Post”.

At the end of the song, we were just pulling up to the shop.  Carrie pulled in right behind us.  I recognized the place, but had never been in there.  It was in an older strip mall in the small town of Daleton.  Fluorescent lights buzzed from underneath the awning that ran the length of the building.  “Ready?” She asked me.

“I think so.”

“I hope you are.  You need a good short haircut.  A haircut for a real man, not that hippie-do you have right now.  Now let’s go!” she said brusquely.

Donna unlocked the shop and the three of us entered.  It was just like many old fashioned barbershops.  It had three large old fashioned red leather barber chairs on a black and white checkerboard linoleum floor.  Various sports and old fashioned men’s hairstyle posters hung on the walls above the waiting chairs along the left side of the shop.  Each barber chair had a counter with a sink and large mirror behind it.  Various cords were plugged into the counter and led to an array of electric clippers that hung by hooks.  They looked like a row of red and black teeth that had chewed through many heads of hair over the years.  The blinds to the shop were closed.  Donna locked the door behind them.

Donna turned on the lights and put on some music.  This time she selected some sort of exotic techno mix with a long, slow, driving beat.  She began to mix three drinks from a bottle that she pulled from the bottom of one of the counters.  She handed both Carrie and I a drink and said, “I am going to go change real quick as she fiddled around mixing three drinks.  There’s gonna be a lot of hair coming off some heads tonight and I don’t want to get it on my new blouse.”  And with that she strutted away to the back room and shut the door behind her.

Carrie and I were left there alone and talked nervously with each other.  Donna was gone for about ten minutes and then came out of the back room wearing a long black smock.  “O.K. who’s my first victim?” she said to the two of us with her eye brows cocked.  She moved over behind the chair in the back of the shop.

Neither of us said anything for a few seconds.  I had just started to open my mouth to volunteer when Donna spoke.  “Well then up in the chair with you Carrie and let’s have some fun. Charlie you take a seat over there.  It’ll be your turn soon enough.”

Carrie, looking somewhat apprehensive and very nervous took a seat in the chair.  Donna took a small tissue and pinned it around her neck and then with a great swoop and a snap wrapped the off white cape around Carrie’s neck and fastened it tightly.  Donna authoritatively pumped the barber chair up and Carrie’s head rose slowly upward.

Carrie began to speak a little meekly, “Now Donna. I am a little nervous about going real short.  Don’t take too much off.”

“You let me worry about that.  You just sit there and hold still.”

With this Donna reached back and wrapped her fingers around a set of black clippers and took them off the hook.  She examined them closely and made an adjustment.  When she was satisfied she licked her bright red lips and flipped the switch on the side of the clippers. The clippers jumped to life with a snap-buzz which startled Carrie.  Carrie looked back at Donna and the clippers.  But Donna put her hand on Carrie’s head and faced it forward.  “Hold still.”  Donna said a little sternly.

With her had still firmly on top of Carrie’s, Donna began running the clippers up the side of the Carrie’s head.  As she did hair began to cascade down the sides of Carrie’s head and slide down the cape in front of her, forming a quickly growing pile.  Carrie looked shocked and a single tear slipped from her left eye. 

Carrie said, “This isn’t what we talked about.”

Donna saw this and moved around to the front of Carrie. “Don’t cry. I know it isn’t what we talked about, but if I had told you, you never would have come. I told you I was going to take care of you.  Now don’t worry sweetie” said Donna.  Donna took her hand and put it under Carrie’s chin and pulling it upwards to capture Carrie’s look.  “O.K?”

Donna moved her hand to Carrie’s cheek and kissed her lightly on the lips.  Carrie nodded and seemed to relax a little.

Donna retook here position behind the chair and turned the clippers back on. I must have looked a little shocked (which I was), because Donna exclaimed “Don’t worry. You’re next!”  With that she placed her hand firmly on the top of Carrie’s and head pushed her head forward as she moved around to the back of Carrie’s head with the clippers and resumed he work. 

I could now see that Donna was cutting the back and sided of Carrie’s hair pretty short.  You could see the milky whiteness of her scalp through the short fuzz of the newly clippered hair.  As Donna moved over to the other side, the hair once again began to slide down the front of the cape.  When Donna was finished with the buzzing, she turned off the clippers and picked up a pair of scissors.  She began scissor cutting the top of Carrie’s hair down to finger’s length.  When she was finished with that, she once again picked up a different set of clippers and blended the short sides with the longer top, shaved the neck and did some work evening up the neck line and edges.  After that Donna took hot lather from the machine on the counter and razor shaved Carrie’s neck and around her ears.

“Almost done”, said Donna.  “Now just a little styling”.  Donna took a bottle of gel and put a liberal amount into Carrie’s hair then used a comb to give Carrie a slick look.”

“Alright let’s let you have a look” Donna spun the chair around to face the mirror.  Carrie stared for a few seconds, turning her head this way and that.”

“That’s a nice little boy’s cut that I gave you.  But I just knew it would look very sexy on you.”  And I had to admit that it did look very sexy.

Carrie looked at it for a few more seconds and then looked up at Donna.  Without saying anything she grabbed Donna by the smock and pulled her in for a long sensual kiss.  They remained tangled in the passionate kiss for a minute, Donna holding Carrie’s head by the back of her freshly shaven head.

After the kiss was over Donna said “Now that is what I was really hoping for.”

Donna rubbed her hand over back of Carrie’s head one more time and then removed the cape.

“Have a seat Carrie and finish your drink.  Charlie boy, you get up in this chair right now!  I am going to give you a real haircut!”

I stood up and moved over toward the chair.  Donna took her hand and grabbed my penis which was very erect.  “Just as I thought Charlie boy.  We’re gonna give you a good old fashioned buzz down.  Now sit down, shut up and don’t move.”

I did as I was told and she moved around to the front of me and put her hand underneath my chin and lifted it up so that I would look her in the eyes.  She smiled devilishly as I did so and smacked me rather firmly on the check.

With a swoosh and a snap the cape was very quickly and very tightly around my neck.  With her left hand she grabbed my head and turned on the clippers.  Without wasting anytime she began to quickly shave all my hair off.  Hair was cascading down the front of the cape.  As she pushed my head forward, I could see it sliding and tumbling down.  I could feel the cold metal of the clippers moving rapidly over my scalp, sending a chill up my spine.

“I said hold still!” and she firmly smacked me in the side of the head.

“Wow Donna.  You’re getting him real good” said Carrie.

“Yep.  I’m taking it all off down to the skin.  There’s going to be nothing left to be proud of when I am done with him.”

Donna continued the buzzing.  When she was satisfied, she turned off the clippers and rubbed my head vigorously.  She moved around to the front of me and said, “Looking good now aren’t you?”

“I guess so”, I said.

“What did you say?”

“I guess so”, I repeated

She then smacked me firmly across the face.  You need to say “Ma’am, I look great, ma’am.  Understand?  Now how do you look?”

“Ma’am, I look great, ma’am.”

“That’s better.”

Donna took the cape off and said “Now both of you get those clothes off, we need to get the rest of the hair taken off if you know what I mean.  After that, that’s when the fun really begins.”  And with that she laughed.  And I could only smile to think about what was in store for me that night.

The End

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