Debbie stood in front of the bathroom mirror and smoothed her eyebrows. She ran
a brush through her short layered hair and gave it a liberal dousing of White
Rain. She recently had cut it short, short like that actress on the tv show
"Law and Order SVU". Cut it short at the request of her husband Mike. She
turned the bathroom light off and walked into the bedroom. He was in bed
reading. She leaned over and kissed him, it was 10:30 and she was leaving for
work. She had been on the night shift at the hospital for the last 6 months and
it was getting old. She got in her car and drove... around the block. She
pulled into Kim's driveway and, as if on command, the garage door opened,
swallowed her car and closed again. As she got out of her car she was handed a
steaming mug of coffee.
"Here, you're gonna need this," Kim said. "It's gonna be a long night."
Kim was her best friend. Well actually her second best friend. Her best friend
was her next-door neighbor Tracy, but that was about to change, Kim was going
to move up.
They sat on the trunk of her car and watched. They drank their coffee, they
talked and smoked a few cigarettes. But mostly they watched. She drew deeply on
her Misty, god it tasted good. Mike hated cigarettes, in fact a few months ago
he pretty much had given her an ultimatum. Lose the cigs or lose me. So she
quit smoking... kind of.
At 11:45 it happened. Their house was dark, but there was no mistaking the
white door opening. A shadowy figure stepped out, turned and locked the door
(can't be too careful nowadays, Deb thought) and scampered to the little yellow
house next to theirs. A moments hesitation and the door opened. A stream of
bright light spilled onto the stone driveway. In the doorway stood Tracy, her
best friend, in a short black teddy. Mike stepped in and the door closed.
Deb turned to Kim, her heart pounding a million times a minute, she felt
lightheaded. There had been signs he was cheating, quite obvious ones, but
until this moment there was still the slight hope... she would've given
anything to have been wrong. She began to cry softly, Kim held her. After a
moment she pulled back, wiped her eyes and said
"The bitch is mine!"
The travel alarm went off at 7:15. Deb filled her mug with fresh coffee and
went back to her perch on the trunk. At 7:30 Mike came out of their house to
leave for work. She didn't know when he'd left Tracy's house, it didn't matter.
As soon as he drove off she moved the car across the street and parked it in
their garage. A couple of minutes later she came out of the house, still
dressed in her nurse's uniform but carrying a small sports bag.
She went directly to Tracy's, opened the screen door and knocked loudly on the
wooden door. She waited a moment and knocked again. A pink curtain was lifted
from the small window in the door before it was opened. Tracy wiped the sleep
from her eyes and drew the robe tight around her.
"Well good morning, sleepyhead," Deb chirped as she walked into the kitchen with
Tracy.
She sat at the kitchen table watching Tracy pour them each a cup of coffee.
Tracy was adorable: very petite, big blue eyes and silky straight blonde hair
that fell a deep 6 inches below her shoulders, almost to her bra strap. Tracy
brought the coffee to the table and as she placed the cup in front of her, Deb
made her move. She grabbed Tracy's hand and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her
wrist. Taking advantage of Tracy's grogginess she stood, twisted Tracy's arm
behind her back and cuffed it to her other wrist.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing, Deb?"
At this point Deb shoved Tracy onto a kitchen chair and was half pushing, half
dragging it to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom she sat on Tracy's lap. She
dug in her sports bag and took out a roll of silver duct tape. She stood Tracy
up and pulled the terrycloth robe down around her shoulders. As she had
guessed, Tracy was still wearing the silky black teddy. She pulled on the end
of the tape until it came free and began wrapping it around Tracy's chest, arms
and back. She made 4 or 5 loops and shoved Tracy back onto the chair. She
continued wrapping the tape around her, literally taping her to the chair. She
was able to make about 20 loops before she ran out of tape, there was no way
Tracy would get loose on her own. Deb had saved one large piece of tape and
squished it directly over Tracy's lips to keep her quiet.
She went into the kitchen and came back in with Tracy's cigarettes and lighter.
She lit one and leaned back on the vanity.
"Ok Tracy, here's the scoop. I know you're screwing my husband. There's no denying
it: I didn't go to work last night. I watched you two." Tracy's eyes got
big, she definitely was wide awake now.
"As far as Michael is concerned, you can have the bastard... but as for you, my
friend... my BEST friend, well I have something special in store for you."
With this she tossed the cigarette into the toilet and turned to her bag. She
stepped behind Tracy, a large nylon bristle brush in her hand. She slowly,
gently, began to brush Tracy's blonde hair. While she brushed she talked,
almost as if she was talking to herself. She talked how she'd suspected they'd
been having the affair for about 6 months now, how it was odd that Mike had
made her quit smoking while Tracy was practically a chain smoker, how funny it
was that he wanted Deb to get her hair cut shorter, but Tracy had been growing
hers.
"Gee Tracy, you've been growing it out for what, about 6 months now?"
Deb placed the brush on the counter and reached into her bag. She stood before
Tracy with a wide-toothed comb in one hand and a pair of haircutting scissors
in the other. Tracy's eyes looked at her pleadingly.
Deb said, "Don't worry Tracy, all I'm gonna do is give you a little haircut."
She moved to Tracy's right side. Tracy turned her head to watch, her eyes
following the shears. Deb gently turned Tracy's head to face straight.
"Now you hold still and just watch yourself in the mirror. These bangs are way too
long, I really need to trim them up a bit."
She combed the bangs straight down onto Tracy's forehead. They only came to the
brow level, Tracy had trimmed them herself just last week. Deb placed the
shears about a half inch above the brow and snipped them straight across. Tracy
closed her eyes and the soft hairs tumbled over them, down her cheeks, to her
lap. Deb stepped back to admire her work. She ran her fingers through the
flaxen length.
"Hmmmm, now that your bangs are shorter, I think I need to cut the rest too."
She placed the opened shears a few inches from the ends, hesitated, raised
them to the shoulders, hesitated again, raised them to the jawline... and
slowly, succinctly, closed them. Tracy's eyebrows raised in horror as she
watched 8 inches of blonde silk slide onto, then down her shoulder. The pale
gold blonde a contrast to the jet black silk teddy. Deb giggled and with a
fluid motion continued to slice away the bulk of Tracy's hair.
Again Deb admired her work, she had left Tracy with a wonderfully short
straight bob.
"Y'know Tracy, you really look good in a bob, it suits you. Too bad. I'm taking you
even shorter."
She placed the scissors high on Tracy's forehead and began snipping. When she
finished she stepped away and let Tracy look in the mirror. She was left with
only a half inch fringe of bangs. Meanwhile Deb had pulled a set of electric
clippers from her bag.
"Now for the really fun part! This is an, ummmm, number 3 guard, let's see what it
does."
With a loud crack the clippers came to life. Deb stepped behind Tracy and
pushed her head down. A tear trickled from Tracy's eye as Deb placed the
vibrating teeth at her nape. They slowly climbed up the back of her neck. As
they reached the occipital bone the hum changed, the vibration increased and
made Tracy see double. When the clippers reached the crown Deb gave her wrist a
flick. A handful of shorn locks plopped into Tracy's lap. Deb cooed and ran her
fingers over the buzzed strip.
"Oh Tracy, this is COOL!"
She placed the clippers at the nape, next to the first strip and began to shear
another. The handful of hair plopped in Tracy's lap next to the first one. Two
more strips and Deb turned the clippers off. She rubbed the palm of her hand
over the back of Tracy's head and giggled. when she ran her hand up Tracy's
head it felt like bristles, but when she went down, it felt like soft fur.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Tracy could see no difference, but her lap
was filled with her own shorn locks, she knew the back of her head was bare.
Deb turned the clippers on again and moved to the left side. She placed the
teeth behind Tracy's ear and combed forward. Tracy watched in the mirror as the
hair fell away, exposing her ear, making the side of her head look flat. Deb
then moved to the right side and sheared it completely. Tracy stared in the
mirror. What a sight she was. Her lovely blonde hair shorn close on the sides
and back, a mop of soft hair left on top with a stupid looking stubble of
bangs. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixed with snippets of her hair.
Deb had now pulled another guard from her bag and was placing it on the
clippers.
"Lets see, number 4, a half inch... let's see what damage I can do with this."
She turned the clippers on, stepped behind Tracy and placed the teeth at her
forehead. Tracy looked in the mirror at Deb, eyes pleading as if to say
"please stop." A huge smile flashed across Deb's face as she ever so slowly
drew the humming clippers straight back, following the part down the center of
Tracy's head. She continued with this, strip after strip, mowing the entire
top of Tracy's hair off. With each strip another handful of soft blonde hair
fell onto Deb's feet, covering her white nurse's shoes completely. She turned
the clippers off again and came around in front of Tracy. She smiled at her
handiwork. Shorn back and sides, spiky, punky top. She had another idea.
She took the guard off the clippers, she turned them on and placed them in
front of Tracy's right ear. A numbness was beginning to wash over Tracy as she
watched more and more of her hair fall away, but when the bare clippers touched
her head she couldn't help but notice the almost soothing warmth of the bare
teeth on her scalp. Deb used the width of the clippers as a guide and cut a
swath from Tracy's right sideburn straight over her right ear, around the back
of her head, over her left ear to her left sideburn. She then cleaned from the
nape up to the shorn swath. She reached in Tracy's cabinet and pulled out a can
of Gillette shave cream.
"Hey, this is the same kind that Michael uses... fancy that huh?"
Deb wet her hand and splashed some water onto Tracy's head. She squirted a puff
of the cream into her hand and lathered the swath she had just clipped. "Now
hold real still, would hate to cut you hon." She pulled Tracy's pastel Daisy
safety razor from the cabinet and carefully cleaned the cream from her head. She
wet the tip of Tracy's bath towel and wiped away the remaining cream. She
couldn't resist touching the smooth nape.
"Like a baby's bottom!" she squealed. "But still needs something... got it!"
She went into the kitchen and came back with Tracy's full ashtray. She used
Tracy's eyebrow tweezers to pluck the butts from the ashtray, tossing them into
the toilet. She rummaged in the cabinet until she found the tube of Stiff Stuff
hair gel. She squeezed a generous glob into the ashtray and stirred it with one
of Tracy's eyebrow pencils. She dipped her fingers into the horrible-smelling
dark grey goo and slathered the top of Tracy's head with it. She used Tracy's
blow dryer and the wide-toothed comb to stick the cropped top into a full
flattop effect. Then she used Tracy's Extra Hold spritz to freeze it straight
up. She leaned close to Tracy's head which was no longer golden blonde, but
thanks to the ash-gel was more of a dingy grey. "Whew! Girl, if Michael tries
to kiss you he's gonna think he's kissing an ashtray!" She put all of her items
back into her bag, she also scooped up a handful of shorn locks from the floor.
She turned to Tracy as she put them in the bag also. "For souvenirs," she
explained. She lit a cigarette and admired her work. Completely shaven clean
from the bottom of her head up to the temple on the sides, the occipital in
back. A fine soft blonde burr up to the top of the head, finishing with an
even, extra stiff greyish-black flattop effect on top of her head.
She zipped her bag closed, took Tracy's head by the chin, looked into her eyes
and said,
"You can have Michael, bitch, but remember if he cheated on me, soon he'll cheat on
you. And I wish I could stick around to see the look on his face when he finds you
with your new haircut, but I'm cleaning out our bank account and I'm outta here!
Maybe I'll enroll in beauty school."
She picked up her bag and left the house giggling all the way out.
Tracy spent the rest of the day tied to the chair, staring at her hair, waiting
for Michael to come home and find her.
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