George had come from a very liberal family. His parents seldom fussed about anything, as long as he wore clean clothes and kept himself neat. They never said anything about his hair, except that he had to keep it combed and didn't let it get to look like a tangled mop. He was a fairly handsome young man, about 6 ft tall, sandy blond hair, a bit of an athlete playing basketball and running track. While playing he usually kept his hair tied back in a ponytail. College didn't change him much, he had a scholarship, and although not in athletics he was a walk-on for the baseball team. He didn't have any trouble getting girls, he just made sure he made no commitments with any of them. He wanted to finish college and get a job before he even thought of `settling down' with a family. He did very well in college, made the deans list every semester and was in the top 10% of his class graduating with a business management degree. He had glowing recommendations from his professors and the internship he had done his junior and senior year. His resume was very good. He had no trouble getting offers for a job, but finally had to decide between the best two. He did his research. The larger company paid a little more, to start, but anecdotally he found that a new guy could easily get lost in the crowd and promotions were slow. It would be a fast start - but slow getting anywhere. The second company was fairly new but growing. It had been in business only three years. There was a good possibility that with a little hard work, a competent guy could move up pretty fast, growing with the company, even perhaps being able to get a new branch of his own. Pay was a little lower, but the possibilities were wide open. He decided to at least do one interview before he made his move.
The big company would even pay his fare and put him up for a night. The smaller company didn't have that kind of budget, but if George planned it well, he would be more than half way there and could afford that. He had a couple of suits, white shirts and ties, to wear to the interviews. He managed to line up the two interviews three days apart and everything was going off without a hitch. His first interview with the big company went well, and they would let him know within the week. They had been ok when he asked if he could look around and talk to other employees. It was a friendly place, but he quickly saw men 4 of 5 years older than himself in small offices. They liked their jobs, but yes, they were still in the positions they had been hired to when they had applied out of college. There were small pay increases, but not much chance of upward movement. One guy said he was about to leave for another company; he liked his job, but he didn't want to do this for the rest of his life. He had put out a feeler to the small company that George had his next interview with. The man had said he had heard only good things and the company was beginning to take off. George was thinking about that as he boarded the plane the next day for his interview. It was a smaller jet with just two seats on each side of a center aisle. He had the widow seat. Another man came and sat next to him. He was well groomed, his hair kind of short and parted on one side, dress pants and a white shirt. Before long they got to talking about where they were going. The man said he had an interview just two hours after the plane landed. He hoped he didn't look too rumpled when he arrived. His coat and tie were in a hang up bag and he would just have time to get it together before he had to be at the, you guessed it, the small company George was headed to. George decided to not say he was headed there too, but to see what he could glean about the company from someone else applying there. The man was really enthusiastic about getting a position with the small company. One of the things about this small company, they had a pretty rigid dress code. While a lot of well established company's had a little more relaxed atmosphere, this one was determined to make a good professional impression on it's clients. Men wore suits, seldom sport coats, except as dress casual, most had short haircuts. He wished he had just a little time to get his trimmed up a little more, but he had a delay getting to the airport. George said he thought the haircut was plenty short and looked pretty good to him. The man gave a little chuckle. All the men at the top of this small company looked like military men with crew cuts, flat tops with close sides, or shaved heads. His was afraid his hair was on the long end. George said that shouldn't matter these day's. They talked more about different things, and George told him about just graduating from college and looking for a job himself. The man said maybe George should apply here too, but he would really need a barber before he walked through that door. George said he didn't know. He'd had long hair since he was a kid and he had never thought of getting his hair cut. As they got off the plane George wished him luck with his interview.
his luggage hadn't arrived with the plane. He couldn't get a taxi and it would be a half hour before a rental car was ready. They had tried to trace his luggage, but when the rental was finally ready it still hadn't been found. His hotel had messed up his reservation, but they did find him another room, on the upside, it was nicer and they paid the difference. After checking in, he told the man at the desk about his interview with the small company then next morning and asked if he had any suggestion about where he could get a suit and shoes on short notice. The clerk told him of the mens shop just a short way down and then said, "I'd suggest you stop by `Golden's Barbershop', which is just on this side of the mens shop first, ask for Bob and tell him where you are going for the interview. Bob's my uncle, and he will take care of you. Then go for the suit. Tell them where you are going for the interview. Don't get a black suit. Those guys are conservative, but I've never seen one of them in a black suit." George thanked him for the advice and went out.
When he got down to the barbershop, he almost turned back to the hotel. Just forget about this, he was thinking to himself, there are plenty of other jobs. Curiosity got the better of him, that, and he wondered what the barber would recommend for a haircut. He had to go inside and ask for Bob. Bob was with a customer, "almost finished here", he said. "Have a seat, I'll take care of you in just a little bit." He went back to finishing up a really short flat top on his customer. George felt himself getting excited as he watched Bob use a thin black comb and scissors to make the top really flat. The sides looked like they had been shaved almost all the way up. George looked over in the mirror at his down on the collar long lank hair. Wonder what it would be like to have it that short? He began to fantasize about it and let his mind wander. He gave a slight jump when Bob walked over and spoke, "you must be George. My nephew just called from the hotel and said I should perhaps expect you. I understand you are going to interview with the small company?" "Yes sir," George replied. "The man who just left, that's John Coleman, one of the VP's, he comes in here every other week for just that haircut." As he led George over to the big black leather chair, Bob continued with: "most of them come here for their hair cuts. We take care of them, most of them are ex military types. John there, was in the Marines. I guess he just can't get over his high and tights. We've never figured out how they met while in the service or who came up with the idea for this small company." Bob got George settled into the chair. Pulled the strip of paper from the roll, put it around his neck and clipped the drape snugly over that. He began to comb through George's hair to see how the head was shaped and to see if there were any scars. Satisfied with what he saw he asked: "So, how close would you like your hair cut? Short business with a part, a crew cut, or perhaps a flat top that John has?" George felt a stir in his crotch. How short? Was he really going to let his hair get cut off? "I don't know, Bob. I've never had a short haircut before. What do you think would look best and would perhaps help me get a foot in the door?" Bob told him that he thought the flat top would look good, but he should remember, that he was making a commitment to keeping his hair like that for a while if he got the job and it would be a while before it grew out if he didn't take the position. George said, "just do it. If we don't like it, I suppose I can shave it smooth and go with the new style like a lot of guys at college were doing this year." "Are you sure?" asked Bob. George just nodded. He was afraid to say anything. He almost had the urge suddenly to get out of the chair. `Chicken', he thought to himself. He sat up straight. "Take the top off first Bob, that way there will be no going back."
Bob brought the black old standard Oster's out. Put on a guard that would leave the hair on top about 1 inch long. Right in front of George's face he snapped them on. With a rather loud pop they began to buzz. George could feel the vibration all through his head as Bob pushed them from down on the back of his neck up and over the top of his head. The hair piled up in front of the guard and the hair parted as the clippers were steadily pushed to the front. A sudden spill of long hair fell past his eyes, tickled the end of his nose then landed on the cape in his lap. George could feel his cock swell as Bob dropped another pile of long hair past his face. He was getting into this. It was almost like the excitement of sex just before the climax. The clippers went off when Bob had finished mowing off the top. He removed the guard and then snapped them back on, the loud pop right beside George's ear. Bob was a master barber and after tilting the head to the other side pressed the naked blades to the side of his head and pushed them relentlessly towards the top. In less than three minutes the hair on the sides and back were only 1/8th of an inch long. George could feel the cool air on the almost naked skin. When the clippers were turned off, Bob brushed all the loose hair from his head and shoulders. "Want to see?" he asked George. He turned him around as George began to look back towards the mirror. A person he had never seen looked back at him from the mirror. He turned his head one way and then the other. Then he raised his hand up to feel it. The sides were sort of scratchy, but the top, at an inch long was still soft, almost like fur. Bob, turned him back around. "Now we can get down to business." He positioned George's head looking straight to the front and told him to hold it there. Bob took out the black comb and snapped the clippers back on. He worked quickly, taking the top hair down until it was a little less than one half an inch in front, straight and flat to the back where the comb wouldn't fit between the blades and the skin. "We'll take care of the sides, then come back and make sure the top is even for the finish." Bob changed to another pair of clippers. Instead of the pop and the buzz of the old Oster's, these whirred quietly as the slim blades with sharp teeth moved over what was left of the sideburns and hair on the sides. Around the ears, then up towards the top. As his head curved towards the top, Bob kept the clippers straight up so that there was a fading transition as it neared the flat top. When the sides were clean, he started on the back. From the base of the neck, right in the center, with no guard he pushed the clippers up and over the top almost all the way to the front. There was naked skin all the way to the center of the top of his head. Bob then finished the back taking it all the way to the top, letting it blend in with the sides in the back near the top. Once more he used the comb to go over the top, shortening it a little more. Putting the clippers down, Bob brushed off the loose bits of cut hair, sweeping it off onto the floor or down onto the cape. He used a warm, damp towel to go over the entire haircut. Then Bob massaged crew wax into the flattened top. He made it stand up with a stiff hairbrush. Out came the comb and those shiny barber scissors. A little snip here and a snip there. "Finished on top." Bob said. The cape was unfastened and folded down into his lap. The paper strip was removed. "Let's finish on the sides." George heard a whirring and then felt the warm lather being put around his ears, then over the sides and back of his head. Bob picked up the old fashioned straight razor and began putting the keen edge back on it using the leather strop hanging on the side of the chair. As he began scraping the almost non-existent hair from around George's ear, he said, "I tried using one of those changeable blade straight razors, but nothing works as smoothly as my old straight edge I was given when I finished barber college." Around the ear, and then the sides, nearly to the top were shaved smooth. All the way around, the neck and back of his head was scraped clean. Then the other side. Bob used the warm damp towel to again clean off the sides, removing the few stray remnants of lather. Bob removed the cape and turned George around. "Well, what do you think?" George came really close to creaming in his shorts. He looked totally different person, a new man. Even his best friends would have trouble recognizing him. They would probably walk right past. "Now that looks really good on you," Bob said. George was mesmerized and kept looking at it, then one side, then the other. Bob got out the hand mirror so he could see the back too. "This is all right! I can live with this." Bob turned him around, let the chair down. In less than half an hour, George's hair had gone from almost 8 inch collar length to a shaved high and tight. George stepped out of the chair and went to the register. He could hardly believe it was only $15. He gave Bob a $20 and told him to keep the change. He asked Bob where the mens store was. Just a half a block down. "I'll just walk then." Bob handed him a jar of crew wax as he started to leave. "Get yourself a good hair brush too."
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un was bright outside. For the first time ever, George felt it's warmth on his scalp. He couldn't help but look at his reflection. He felt the top. It was stiff from the crew wax. The sides were baby bottom smooth, even the back of his neck. In the bright light his head seemed to glow in the glass.
The mens store was not large, but seemed to have a good selection. The man introduced himself to George as Dave, and asked how he could help. George told him he was going for an interview the next day with the small company and he needed a suit because his luggage had gotten lost. Dave said he guessed that was where George was heading when he saw the haircut. George told him what size he wore. Dave said, "let's get some measurements, just to make sure. We'll have you looking your best." He measured his neck, around his chest, then around the shoulders. He gave a little smile when he measured his waist. Your 42 regular was close. But let's try an athletic fit and see how that looks. "I was told not to get a black suit." "For sure, with your light hair you will look much better in navy blue or a dark green." In less than an hour, Dave had fit George into a navy suit that had a light blue pinstripe. George also liked the dark green one too. He decided to take both. The athletic size fit him really well. A couple of white shirts and two ties. Socks and shoes completed the outfit. "I'll have the pants ready in just an hour he told George. I'm glad you decided on the flat front's and no cuff. I think you will be really pleased with that choice. I would like to suggest, just as a quick fix, that while you wait for the pants, you stop in and see Alice, just down the street. That haircut looks good, but your skin is just a little pale where it hasn't seen the sunlight in a while. She'll have something that will make it look more like your regular skin tone." He told George just how to get there and said he would give her a call.
Alice was a knockout, gorgeous brunette. "George." "Yes ma'am." "Come over here in the light. Daddy said I should be able to do something about the paleness. Hmmmm. Let's try this." With that she had him sit and began to use some skin tone stuff. "Yes, that's just right. Take a look." She had George look in the mirror. Where she had applied the skin tone blended right in. "Ok," he said. "That looks ok. But I hope you don't expect me to be able to do it all by myself tomorrow." "Well, I open at 8:30 in the morning. Can you come in right then? I'll fix it up and you can be on your way. Won't take but maybe 15 minutes." "That should give me enough time to get to the small company. And at least I won't have to blame me for a botched job." They laughed together. He didn't see a ring and she looked to be about his age. "Would you let me take you to dinner tonight? I'm here by myself and perhaps you could suggest a good place to eat." Alice thought that was pretty straight forward and `daddy' had surely sent him here - trying to match make again. George surely was a handsome guy. "Alright," she said. "I close at 5:30. Where can I pick you up?" He told her what hotel he was staying at. "We'll just eat there then. That's a really nice little restaurant." He could hardly believe it himself. He had just gotten into town. And things were falling into place. They talked a while longer until she had a customer come in. He went back to the mens store. He told Dave he needed another suit. Dave looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "You have very pretty daughter." Dave helped him pick out another suit. A light beige. Dave told him it would only take a little longer to get them hemmed.
George got back to his hotel. He thanked the desk clerk. "You're gonna fit right in. You have that look." George had remembered to pick up the hairbrush along with the other toiletries he needed. He took a shower and got dressed in the beige suit. Alice met him downstairs just as he came out of the elevator. An elegant little place with white table cloths, napkins and flowers on each table. Alice had worn a pale yellow sheath dress, so they fit in with the other evening restaurant goers. He saw John Coleman, from the barber shop, and they gave each other a nod. Alice smiled and said a little hello. The food was good and the service excellent. Alice asked if he liked to swim. "Sure." There was a pool at her apartment complex. Probably not be anyone there this evening. It was used mostly on the weekends. She stopped by a little department store and they went in to get him a swimsuit. At her apartment she took his coat and showed him to the guest bedroom where she hung it in the closet. She handed him the package and said she would go change. She tossed in a big towel as she went out. He was glad for the towel. He had never worn a brief style swimsuit. It seemed to show everything, although there was nothing he needed to hide. When he came out he had the towel draped over his shoulder, Alice had hers tied around her waist. She led him out to the pool area which was around the corner and down two flights of steps. As she had predicted, there was no one there. With one quick motion she dropped the towel and dove in the water. When she came up, George noted that she filled the bikini quite well. Her own observation like what she saw of him. Broad shoulders and a slim waist. `A very handsome man' she thought he filled the swim suit as well as she filled hers. They swam for a little, it was a warm evening so they lounged on the chairs and talked. She had brought down a couple of drinks. After a while they went in. He really did need to go rest and prepare for the interview in the morning. She reminded him to stop by the shop. She would be waiting for him. She told him to just hang the swim suit in the shower, she would wash it out and it would be ready for the next time he came. There was a long kiss before she took him back to the hotel and another before he went inside. The next morning he got up about 8 showered and shaved. He looked at himself long in the mirror and liked what he saw. He put on the new dark green suit and decided to wait until he got to the small company before he put the jacket on. On the way out to the parking lot he picked a just opening rosebud to give to Alice. He arrived promptly and she took him in hand. He got a quick kiss when he handed her the rose. She noted the green suit, almost an olive green. John will like that. It only took about 15 minutes for her to blend in the sides of his head with his face. Before he left she told him to stop by and they would have lunch at the little café down the street. He asked for her phone number, "just in case he got lost", he said.
George arrived at the small company office building about 15 minutes ahead of schedule. As he was speaking to the receptionist, John walked in. George went to wait and John had a quiet conversation with the receptionist, the only thing which George heard was "tell Joyce he's with me." John came over and introduced himself when George stood up. "Let's go down to my office and we'll talk." The office was not bare, but was spare. Everything neat and no clutter. It was well appointed with good looking furniture. John pulled up his resume which had been copied into their records. He thought it was impressive. They talked for perhaps a half hour. John told him he was hired if he would take the position. Yes, there would be paperwork, but Joyce would have that all ready after lunch. George, almost without having to think about it, accepted. He would need to go back to his home and get his belongings and find a place to live. John grinned as he told George to go back and talk to Alice, the girl he was with at the restaurant, she knows about real estate. He just couldn't understand why she had decided on that little cosmetic place she ran. He had even made her an offer to come work with him. "But she'll be able to find a place to meet your needs before you can get back." It was settled then. George would start work in two weeks. And he and John would have another talk when he got back since he would be working directly for him. The receptionist told him to be back at 1:00 and Joyce would have his papers all ready to sign.
George left and called Alice when he got outside. Lunch at 11:30 ? He asked her. Sure. Over lunch he told her he had taken the position but that he would need a place to live. "Too bad you can't move in with me," she said. "But that would be too scandalous for the family. I know a place like mine, but not in the same complex that you might like." He asked her why she didn't go into real estate. She laughed. She had her license, but she liked what she was doing, but maybe she would, if she could find a reliable person to run her little cosmetic shop. It currently met her needs and gave her the free time she loved. Real estate could be a 7 day a week job. He asked if she `knew' John Coleman. Well sure she did. He was her cousin on her mothers side. He went to college on a ROTC scholarship under his beloved Marine Corps program. Then he had served 6 years and got out as a Captain. He was still in the Marine Reserves.
She looked at George as she asked, "have you ever thought of being in the military service?" "Not really. Why do you ask?" "Want to make a bet?" "Depends." "Ten to one, you will be in the Marine Corps reserves before Labor Day." "How will I collect?" She took him over to the full length mirror. "George, look at yourself. You look like a Marine. You and John could be twins, except for your blond hair. Another 10 I'd wager that you were hired not just on your resume, but because John saw a kindred spirit and that haircut. Choosing that green suit didn't hurt either." George got another little kiss before he went back to sign the papers.
He asked Joyce if everyone was hired as fast. She looked at him and smiled. NO. There was another young man there yesterday who went through the wringer, and still has to do a couple more interviews. She described the man. Yep. It was the guy who sat on the plane next to him. She told him too, that if all went well and he lived up to his resume, he would probably have his own department in a couple of years. When the other VP's meet you, they are going to accuse John of having stolen you. Everything was settled and she told him to come see her first thing when he came to work. "No matter what anyone else in this company tells you, no one. You come see Joyce first."
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