Gail opened the door, she started into John about what a lame-brain idea to come to her door at 4:30 in the morning. Then she SAW him. Well, she saw this very well dressed man in a suit and bow tie at her door. It took a few second looks to see that it really was John. The shaved eyebrows and the mohawk threw her off. Then there were the earrings. "My God! What have you been doing?" She brought him in quickly realizing that he either had been drugged or was drunk. The latter probably, since that was where the boys were headed. As she headed him back to the spare bedroom, he meekly stumbling along with her, asking where the hell Harry and Bill were. He mumbled that they had gone home. He didn't remember much after that. "Have you seen yourself?" "No, is there something wrong with how I look?" His eyes got a little bigger and he almost became sober as he saw his reflection. "Is that me?" he asked. Gail just looked at him. "You're still drunk. Let's get you into bed, we'll discuss this tomorrow when you wake up sober." She took his jacket off and hung it up, then undid the bow tie and got the suspenders loose. His shirt came off and she could now see his shaved pits and arms. He sat on the bed while she took his shoes and socks off. "Lay back on the bed." She slipped his pants off. The briefs pulled down with the pants and she saw that his crotch had been shaved too. 'Oh yes, she thought. I can't wait to get you sober.' She made him get up so the covers could be pulled down. "Back in bed, bud." She pulled the covers up. "We WILL talk tomorrow." John fell almost immediately back to sleep. Gail shook her head and hung the pants up. She took his keys, his wallet and his cell phone. Looking through his wallet, it seemed all there. There was money and his credit card as well as his drivers license. I guess whoever it was thought this would be a good prank. She went back to her own bed. It took a while before she went back to sleep, seeing again his shaved head and pubic hair, and wondering what that would feel like.
The sun was coming through the window when she woke again. There were things to do today, so she got right up. She checked in on John who was still curled up fast asleep. She got her own shower. Then dressed. Her first call was to Amy, Harry's girl friend. Amy said she was up and would be glad to have some fun with Harry, especially after they had been ignored last night. Gail would be over in 30 minutes to pick her up. Her next call was to Harry. Harry sounded really concerned when she asked, "what happened to John last night? Did he make it home ok? He wasn't answering his phone this morning." (Really! He was asleep in the next room) Gail would let him worry a little. She told him she was going to pick up Amy, then they would be by to get him in a half hour. Get dressed and be ready. She smiled to herself as she laid her plans to get even with Harry, Johns best friend, for leaving him out by himself. She told Amy everything she knew when she picked her up. Well, she really only told her about the haircut and how John had gotten to her house all dressed up but passing out drunk. She didn't know who had delivered him. But it was some prank that John now had a mohawk, shaved pubic hair, no eyebrows and pierced ears. She asked Amy if she minded if Harry got a really short haircut. No she didn't think shaving his eyebrows was a good idea. But getting his ears pierced would be fun. Maybe with cubic zirconia studs. Harry needed a haircut anyway. All those boys had been letting their hair get pretty shaggy.
Harry came out looking and sounding worried. He'd tried calling John and hadn't gotten any results either. "Maybe we should go check." he said as he got into the back seat. Gail turned around and headed in towards town. "Where are we going? John lives the other way." "Harry, I KNOW where John lives." She let him wonder a few minutes more before she told him about John. "Well, where are we going then?" he asked. Amy turned around in the seat. "We're, first off, going to get you a haircut. Then a little jewelry of your own. Don't forget we have a date tonight, and you've got to look as good as John." Haircut? jewelry? Harry wasn't sure he knew what she was talking about. It didn't seem to matter as he soon found out when Gail pulled over in front of an old fashioned barber shop. It had been a while since Harry had gotten his hair done and it hadn't been at a barbershop. It had been at a styling salon where half of the chairs were set aside for their men customers. Amy opened his door. Come on, she said.
Inside the barbershop were two of the old fashioned big black leather and chrome barber chairs. There was a young boy sitting in one chair getting his head buzzed short all over. The barber at the other chair was just finishing up with his customer. It looked like the young boy's father, except he had gotten a flat top with a very close cut on the sides. The barber rang him up, the man said he would pay for both now. The man sat and waited for his son to get finished. You're next the barber said, indicating Harry, unless one of you ladies would like to go first. Harry got up and went to the chair. Gail was behind him. No, she said, it's just Harry here who needs a good short haircut. The barber was listening to her but was putting the paper tape and then the cape was pinned snugly around Harry's neck. Gail pointed to the poster on the wall. Give him one like that, she said, the bottom one. "Those are military haircuts," the barber said. "That's a high and tight flat top. Kind of what the previous gentleman there got, only shorter and shaved on the sides." "That will be perfect then," said Gail, "as short as you can get it." "Don't you think so Amy?" Amy thought it would be great. She moved down to sit right in front of the barber chair so she could see all of the action. She found herself being turned on just imagining Harry's long hair being cut off.
The barber combed Harry's hair out. He picked up the big black Oster clippers and put on the ½" guard. He combed the hair from the front of Harry's head back over the back and held it still. The clippers came on with a loud pop and buzz that made Harry jump. This won't hurt a bit, the barber said as he put the guard right on the skin and pushed it back across the crown. The hair sort of folded up in front of the clippers. When he reached the back of Harry's head, the hair suddenly slipped off, cascading to the floor in a pile. Down the center of Harry's head was long patch of brown hair that you could see scalp through. The barber didn't hurry it as he made stroke after stroke until all of the hair on top was down to a short, furry half inch. The barber shut the clippers off, took the guard and the blade off. He exchanged it for a 0000 blade. Harry's hair on the sides and back were still about 4 or 5 inches long. The barber combed it straight down again. He started on the left side. Pushing Harry's head to the right, he used the comb to pull the hair up and away. The clippers were snapped on. With the blade resting below his sideburns, the barber moved them smoothly all the way up. He repeated it all the way to the back. Then on the other side, the process was repeated again. Harry was glad there was a cape draped over him. His cock had come alive and began to bulge in his pants, larger with each stroke of the clippers as the hair cascaded down his shoulder and into his lap. He couldn't believe how turned on he was getting. Amy sat mesmerized by the process. She felt her twat begin to warm get wet. She began to be eager to see the end result and get Harry back to his place. She got up when the barber combed up the back of Harry's head and started to use the clippers on the last bit of long hair. "Can I have that lock?" she asked. The barber stopped. He put the comb in his pocket and grabbed the last handful of harry's long hair. He cut it off cleanly and handed it to her. "Here you go young lady, it will be a while before it's that long again." Amy took the hair and wound it around her finger and sat back down. The barber once again went up the back of Harry's head, then continued right over the top all the way to the front. Raising the blade a little as he got near the front. You have a really nice head for this cut Harry, he said. Not pointed but just slightly rounded, almost flat. This will be a really short flat top. Using only the thin old black comb, starting at the front he shortened and flattened the top. Down the center the blade rested right on the scalp. When it was done, the barber turned off the clippers and hung them back on their hook. He opened a jar of pink crew comb wax and rubbed a good daub of it between his hands. Next he massaged it into what little hair there was left, brushing the hair backwards with his hands to make it stand up. With the comb he made it stand up straight. Taking his scissors he made sure that all the hairs were level. "That's done." Now for the finish. He brushed all the loose hair from Harry's head, neck and off the shoulders of the cape. The cape was undone and the paper tape removed. A small towel was put around his neck and tucked into his collar. Taking a warm damp towel, the barber wiped off Harry's whole head. A steamy warm damp towel was placed around his head while the barber made his final preparations. First he put a new blade in the straight edge. The hot lather machine was checked out. The towel was removed and warm lather went all over the sides and back and down the center of his crown. With deft smooth strokes he scraped the hair and lather from the sides, the back and down the center of the top of Harry's head. "Why not," he seemed to be saying to himself. Then he shaved the whole center out of the top of Harry's flat top, leaving only the 1/4 inch "C" of a horseshoe. He shaved all the way down Harry's neck. With the still warm towel he completely wiped off Harry's head. Then the flat top was brushed back until it stood straight up. The razor and towels were put away. Then he turned Harry around so he could see the final result. Harry nearly creamed in his pants. It looked awesome he thought. The barber turned him back around, removed the cape and Harry quickly stood up, hoping that his bulging pants wouldn't be noticed. Amy came up and hugged him. "I love it." she whispered. She felt the bulge in his pants against her stomach. She couldn't wait to get him home.
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l thanked the barber and paid him. The barber gave her the jar of crew wax. Said he always gave it to a first time high and tight. "If you want to keep it like that, you'll need to come back once a week." "Oh, he'll be back every week. Can we make an appointment?" asked Amy. "No appointments, but we don't usually have too many waiting. Seldom more than three. And now that it's cut, next time won't take as long." They all thanked him. Harry shook his hand.
Next stop was a shop that did tattooing and body piercing. Harry hesitated. "You really want me to get my ears pierced?" he whimpered. "Come on you big baby, get it over with. It doesn't hurt that much." Amy said as she pointed to her own ears which had two piercings.
Inside the shop, which was ultra clean, there were examples of tattoo's covering the walls. Over to one side there was a large display case of earrings, bars, studs, and balls used for body piercing. Seeing the rings, Amy changed her mind and decided that with the high and tight, the studs wouldn't look nearly as well as the gold circles. The man could see that Harry wasn't really enthusiastic about any of this. He also saw that Harry was resigned to his fate. "What can I do for you ladies?" he asked, ignoring Harry since it didn't appear that he would have a say. "I like those gold ones there," Amy pointed to a pair of 6mm rings. "Those will look nice," the man said. "I suppose these are for him?" "Oh yes. His best friend just had his pierced and they look so good." Harry wanted to give them the lie. But sat still. "Ok, then young man. Come have a seat over here and we'll get this done." Harry got up and moved over to the stool indicated by the man. His ears were wiped down with an alcohol swab. The man put on latex gloves. Since they weren't going to be studs but rings, he got out a thick piece of styrofoam to hold behind Harry's ear. With a long needle, (Harry thought it looked more like spike) , the man quickly pierced through the center of the earlobe. Pulling it out, he quicky inserted the earring, closing the section that made it into a solid ring. Harry had winced and grunted slightly as it was done, but, he sat stoically through the other piercing. The man held a mirror up so he could see the result. Harry turned to Amy, "is this what you wanted?" "Ummmmm, yes. I'm glad we went for the earrings instead of the studs." Harry turned back to the man. "I guess we'll take them." The man smiled. "That's $75.00 and here are the instructions for keeping them clean and not getting them infected. You wouldn't want to lose your earlobes." Harry pulled out his credit card. Gail said she would pay. Harry said no. He accepted this as his punishment. "The haircut. That was for fun." Back out in the car, Amy got in the back with Harry.
Amy couldn't keep her hands off Harry. "God, you are so hot looking." She had her hand on his cock which he could feel was leaking. Lets go back to your place. As they were passing a drug store, Amy told Gail to stop, "I'll be right back." She came back carrying a bag with a couple of boxes in it. When Gail let them out she reminded both of them that she would be back with John in an hour, as soon as she could get him ready. There were still things that both men were going to do today. At Harry's they went back to the bedroom and they were soon passionately taking each others clothes off.
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