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It had been many years ago, when a young girl by the name of Julia had been taken to a barbershop by her angry mother. Her long golden curls had been sheared off and her head had been shaved bald. Such a harsh act, and the little girl hadn't even done anything to deserve it. Her father had adored her hair, and her mother had done it out of spite for him. Thanks to such mistreatment of their child, the two eventually went through a divorce, and her father earned full custody of her. She never heard from her mother again, and the woman became a foggy memory of her childhood years. 

Distraught, Julia's father had bought her a wig to wear as her hair grew out. A year after the incident, her hair was long enough to dust her shoulders. And Julia was thankful since wearing the wig had been annoying. Her father easy fell back into the general up keep of her lovely hair. At first, the little girl had enjoyed his attentions. But as the years went on, she found herself becoming plagued with memories of that day. The feel of a strong hand on her head. A cape imprisoning her in the chair. Cold metal nibbling at her nape. And her long blond curls snaking into her lap. She'd never felt those odd tingles again since that day, unless she thought about it long and hard. But it was no where near as potent at living the moment. 

As the little girl grew, she'd find herself tempted at times, to take a pair of scissors to her head. Yet whenever she was about to make a cut, she'd recall how much her father loved brushing and tending to her hair. And how upset he'd been when she'd been taken home with a bald head. She couldn't get rid of her hair. Her father loved it too much. 

Childhood became a thing of the past. Julia worked through the phases of her teen year too. She did her best to ignore those memories from long ago, but some nights they were quite impossible to forget completely. 

During one outing with her friends, they ended up strolling some of the small boutiques of their downtown. Her mind had been on clothes, shoes, make up and gossip. That was, until she saw the hypnotic swirling of the white and red pole. The same one she'd seen as a child. Her friends were unaffected as they approached and soon walked past the barbershop. But Julia's gait had to slow. She stopped by the window, and had to stare in. The inside looked exactly as she remembered it. There was one barber working on a young man in his chair. He in fact had a pair of clippers in hand and was busy buzzing off the shaggy hair into a high and tight for his client. Julia's chest tightened, her breath hitched, and her loins buzzed as hair tumbled down from the client's head and to the floor. She remembered the feeling so vividly. And as she saw the barber's profile, she realized it was the same man. The one who had shaved her bald. 

"Julia?" one of her friends called. The teen jolted from her stupor and turned her head toward her friends who were staring at her oddly. 

"Sorry!" Julia apologized as she hurried from the window. Her long blond hair, which had grown down to her hips, wafted behind her. That was a time long ago. She was almost an adult. Surely these odd feelings would go away eventually. 

With her knowledge of where the shop was located, it proved both a blessing and a curse. Julia learned to drive that summer, and often times she found herself driving down that street to get a glimpse into the shop. Or she'd grab a cup of coffee from the nearby Starbucks, then sit down at one of the little tables next to the shop, so she could get a prime view of what was going on. Some days it was mere trims and tidy ups. But on the occasion, she was rewarded with some real action. Young boys taken in by their moms to remove their winter mops or young guys who had been putting off their haircuts would drop in and have themselves sheared down like sheep. Julia would squirm in her seat, as those delicious tingles would buzz between her legs. What she would give, to slide into that chair and demand to have herself shorn too. The long curls she had were terrible in the heat.

One of her many days out was even more exciting than the others. Once she'd gotten her coffee, she found herself surprised when she saw a Help Wanted sign in the window of the shop. Not for another barber, but for someone to handle cleaning up around the shop. Sweeping the floor, taking out the trash, doing the laundry for the towels that were used, and keeping the place tidy. Perfect for high schoolers, the sign said at the bottom. Well, she was a high schooler. And her father had been mentioning it'd be good for her to work a summer job. 

Before she had more time to talk herself out of it, Julia was quickly getting to her feet. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, as she pushed open the door. The bell rung above her head, and the barber, who was currently finishing up and elderly man in his chair, glanced over. The barber seemed to pause in his motions, as he eyed the young woman up and down. 

Julia swallowed thickly, then cleared her throat. Before she could say anything, the barber spoke. "Have a seat, shouldn't be more than five minutes," he informed. Julia deftly nodded, and sunk down on a bench in the waiting area. She watched him dust down his client with a little brush before he whisked the cape away. The elderly gentleman paid, and left. The barber finished his business at the cash register, before his eyes went back to Julia. She sat up straight as a chill ran down her spine. 

Had this barber, this man, always been so attractive? Sure, he was probably in his early thirties, but he had a lovely pair of brown eyes and black hair that was kept neat, and short. Perhaps she'd been too young to remember so much about his face. The barber went to the chair he'd just been using for his previous client, and he spun it around to face Julia. 

"Care to have a seat," he offered. Julia stared at the open chair, before she silently rose up. Butterflies fluttered within her stomach. Her shoes clacked quiet on the tile of the barbershop, before she slowly sat down on the warm, red leather chair. 

"So, what brings a pretty young woman like yourself into my shop?" the barber asked. Julia looked up at him, as he eyed her. 

"I... Um..." she stammered. I want you to buzz off all my hair, to the skin, then shave my head till it's silky smooth, just like how I remember it feeling. He'd think she was crazy! No way she could blurt those words out. Besides, she was here for a job! ... Yes, a job. "The sign... In the window," she began. 

"Oh, the Help Wanted sign?" he asked. Julia nodded. The barber's gaze seemed to soften, as he folded his arms over his chest. "I'm surprised you'd want to work here. Shouldn't you be helping to stock shoes? ... Or at least working in a lady's salon?" he asked. Julia shook her head. "This place is pretty close to my house. It seems like a good fit to me," she insisted. No, not really. It was quite a drive. And considering just the smell of the shop had her legs quivering, it probably was not a good fit. 

"Hm," the barber eyed her again, and looked her up and down. With that, he extended his hand for her to shake. "My name is Andrew Barnes," he introduced himself. Julia looked to his hand, then slowly lifted one of her own. She shook his hand, as a shy smile finally worked over her lips. 

"Julia Wells," she responded politely. Their hands separated. Her palm felt warm from his grip. She quickly slid it back into her lap to join her first. Andrew spared her a smile, then motioned around the shop.

"If you want the job, I ask you be here every day, starting at 9 a.m. You'll be in charge of keeping my floors clean and swept. The waiting area should be tidy, with no magazines out of place. The towels I use need to be laundered on a daily basis, if not multiple times a day. My tools also sometimes need cleaning," he listed off her responsibilities. "Think you can handle all that? I close up shop at five." 

"Yes, it should be no trouble!" Julia insisted. Andrew smiled at her surprising enthusiasm. "Well, consider yourself hired," he chuckled. He left her in the chair, as he went to the register and began pawing through a few binders he kept beneath the desk. There was some necessary paper work involved, after all. 

Julia felt a spark of excitement hit her. She'd get to work here. She'd be paid for being here and for feeding her little obsession of watching men get their heads sheared incredibly short, all while imagining it was herself. She rose up and joined Andrew at the front desk. He handed her the papers.

"I look forward to working with you Julia," he began. "I guess I should have figured you were enquiring about the Wanted sign. Hair like yours is only taken care of in the trendiest salons, I bet," he mused. Julia took the papers in hand, then glanced back up to the barber. She brushed a lock out of her face and behind one of her small ears. 

"Right..." she agreed, as she tried to laugh it off. Oh, how weird he'd think she was, if she had told him how she really felt about her hair and about his shop. He gave her a smile. 

"Bring those back tomorrow, and we can put you to work," he informed. "Yessir!" Julia informed. With that, she hurried out. She hugged the papers to her chest, as she spared a glance over her shoulder at the shop. 

She never thought she'd be so excited about working a job during the summer. Julia found herself thoroughly enjoying her work. Andrew was pleasant with her, funny and playful even. He was a great guy, and a joy to work with and be around. Her father told her she was lucky to have such a nice boss for her first job. She drove to the shop each morning, and would tend to sweeping up cut hair, tidying the shop, and helping to clean up at closing. All the while, she was able to steal glances of Andrew at work. Once she got home each evening, she'd have to excuse herself upstairs, for she'd typically be dripping down her thighs from the pleasant buzzing that would form in her loins at the sheer hair overload. And at night, she'd fantasize about sitting herself down in Andrew's chair, and requesting he clip off each curl one by one before shaving her bald. 

The summer went on, and only seemed to get hotter as the months went by. One early July day, the air conditioner at the shop decided to die. It left the barber and his assistant to deal with the heat. Andrew seemed to take it well, but Julia had to put her long hair up to get it off her neck. The long curls constantly fell out of the clip and drove her crazy when they'd stick to her damp neck. 

"When did the repair guy say he was coming?" Julia groaned as she tried to ignore the heat as she swept. Andrew, who was in the midst of his lunch break, watched the overheated young woman with a bemused smile. "Not till this Friday, I'm afraid," he admitted. Julia groaned again, as she finished depositing the newest clippings from Andrew's last client into a bin at the back of the shop. 

"Bet it's times like this you wish you had your hair a bit shorter, huh?" Andrew chuckled. Julia sighed as she sunk down into the barber chair next to Andrew's. "You have no idea," she sighed without thinking. Andrew's eyes flared at her statement, and Julia's stomach tightened. "Too bad I'd look awful with short hair," she laughed off her prior statement as best she could. Andrew didn't laugh, though he smiled a bit. 

"You have the features to pull off just about any hairstyle. I'm a barber, I'd know, right?" he mused. Julia's face warmed. It was about the closest thing he could get to a compliment regarding her appearance that an employer could, after all. "Thanks," she managed. 

Julia pushed through the rest of the week. She took showers every night she came home to deal with the sweat and heat of the day working at Andrew's shop. Friday came after what felt like forever. Though, much to her chagrin, the repair man couldn't make it to their shop that day. He'd have to come sometime the next week. Needless to say, Julia was exasperated. At the end of the day, after the last customer had done, she sunk into one of the barber chairs without sinking and let out a tired sigh. 

"I don't think I can stand another day like this. It's too hot!" she sighed. Andrew flipped the sign at the front of his shop from open to closed, then glanced over at the young attractive woman sitting in his chair. He silently pulled the blinds and locked the door before he approached the counter where he kept all his tools. 

"It has been sweltering," Andrew agreed. He picked up his clippers, and popped off one of the attachments so he could clean the blade. Julia's eyes widened as he worked. Her whole body seemed to tighten, as he blew left over clippings from the blade, then turned it on and off a few times. The familiar buzz echoed through her ears, much closer now thanks to her sitting in the chair. She let out a  breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when he put them back on their hook. He was just cleaning them, after all. 

Before she realized it, a cape was being thrown over her. She stared as the dark black nylon spilled over her body. "W-what...?" she began. Andrew handed her a wash cloth. "It's easier to clean the cape when it's spread," he informed as he handed her a cleaning rag. Julia took it, with surprise in her eyes. She'd not exactly cleaned a cape this way, but she didn't refuse. As she began to work, Andrew silently tore a neckstrip from the dispenser and he wrapped it around her slender neck, which was exposed thanks to her hair being pinned up. Julia stilled as he then fastened the cape around her neck. Just what was Andrew doing? 

"You've been doing a great job here, Julia. A real help to me," he informed. His voice was low, as he was in fact speaking right into one of her ears. "You've matured into quite a sweet young woman," he added, quietly. Julia's eyes shot open wide, and she dropped the rag she'd been holding onto to clean the cape. Did Andrew actually remember her? 

Andrew reached up and unpinned Julia's hair. The long golden curls spilled down her back, the tips even going past the seat of the chair. Julia stared at her reflection in the mirror. Andrew was spreading out her curls, as he let them flow over her shoulders. They contrasted so nicely with the black cape. "I never did understand why a mother would sentence her little girl to be sheared and shaved like yours did to you. But if I didn't know any better, I think you ended up enjoying having your hair severed from your head," Andrew murmured softly in her ear. Julia's wide eyes softened and about rolled into the back of her head a little quiver ran through her body. She sunk her pearly teeth into her plush lower lip as she ended up squirming beneath the cape. Andrew was totally onto her. And at this point, she wasn't so sure she could stop him, even if she wanted him to. Which, really... she did not. 

Andrew smiled at her knowingly in the mirror's reflection. He said nothing more, as he went back to the counter. Julia watched him as her hands gripped to the arm rests, much as she had as a child the first time she'd been put in one of the barber chairs. Andrew plucked the Oster clippers from the hook, the pair he'd been cleaning just earlier. No attachments were added, as he adjusted the bare blade in a matter of seconds. Julia's heart jumped up into her throat. She'd been watching closely enough those past few weeks to know that setting was the shortest. A #00000. It could cut hair to 1/125th of an inch. To the skin essentially. She'd seen him use the bare clippers on a few clients who preferred to be bald. Those were some of her favorite cuts she liked to watch. Andrew turned on the clippers with a loud pop, followed by the loud buzzing hum that Julia had come to love. 

His hand soon came to cup underneath her chin. And the buzzing blades were soon hovering at the center of her forehead. Julia's breathing was uneven, as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Was this really happening? She wasn't just dreaming? Andrew leaned down, near her ear. "All off?" he dared to ask, as he gave her one chance to back out. Julia, though, was way past gone. She could only nod faintly. With that, Andrew pressed the buzzing blades against the skin of her forehead, and he slowly began to draw them up over her crown. The buzzing changed it's pitch the moment the blades made contact with her thick head of hair. He kept a firm grip under her chin, as he drew the clippers all the way back along the top of her head. A multitude of golden curls spilled down to pool in her lap. He lifted the blades after his first pass, and Julia gazed at her reflection. Memories from childhood immediately resurfaced. Though she'd been a weepy eyed little girl when she'd first seen herself like this. Lovely curls were still intact everywhere, except the center of her head, where only the barest of blond stubble remained amongst her pale skull.

A low moan erupted from Julia as her eyes rolled closed and an immediate wave of arousal hit her full force. Andrew smiled at the sound that echoed from his little assistant. He brought the blades back to her forehead, to the right of the shaved strip. When Julia's eyes opened again, he plunged the clippers back into her hair and drew them across for a second pass. Julia gasped out, as her slender body arched beneath the cape. Bouts of bliss rolled deep within her, to pool in her loins. Andrew had barely begun shaving her, and already she was incredibly wet with arousal. 

More of her long golden hair slithered down the front of the cape. A few pieces rolled further, to land on the tile floor that Julia swept every day. Andrew lifted the clippers once more, and he put them to the left of the large swatch he'd cleared over the top of her head. Slowly, he drew the Oster's back over her scalp. Julia's eyes were barely open, as Andrew tipped her head back with his hand. She gazed up at him, and he smiled down at her. Her face was quite adorable and pink from embarrassment. The top of her head was soon clear of hair. With that, he forcibly tipped her head to the left. 

The loud clippers rose in front of her ear, and touched down on her cheek. He pushed them up, up, up. Her sideburn trickled into her lap lifelessly. Golden curls around her little pink ear were cleared away. He folded the little shell of her ear down, to finish shearing away all the hairs around it. Nothing but short stubble was left, with pale skin beneath. Julia's eyes had begun to glaze over from the pleasurable sensations that were radiating over her body. She gazed at herself in the mirror, with the bare top of her head, and one ear blithely exposed. The other side of her head was still covered in long blond curls. Though it wouldn't be for long. 

Andrew continued moving the blade along the right side of her head. He'd start at the bottom and buzz them up toward the bare top of her head. More blond curls fell down like rain. Many curls spilled to the floor, and a lot piled up in her lap. The right side of her head was entirely bare down. So, Andrew drew her head to the right, by pressing his warm palm on the bare side of her head. Julia quivered from the intense sensation of Andrew's hand against her sensitive scalp. She recalled the days right after her shearing as a little girl, how she'd rub her hands over her head. At the time, she didn't know why it made her squirm and feel so good. But now, she'd come to realize she'd been giving herself orgasms by rubbing her bald head with her hands. She looked forward to doing that once this was all through.  

Like on the other side, he brought the clippers to her cheek and drew them up. He buzzed her sideburn clear off, then began shaving around her folded ear once more. The buzzing was so loud when it was right near her ear. Over and over, he drew the Osters along the left side of her head. Each pass caused another downpour of gold to fall along her shoulder and join other curls along the floor. She had quite a mountain in her lap by this time. And she still had all the hair on the back of her head. Both of her ears were now fully exposed, and the sides of her head were as short as the top. Andrew smiled at the dazed reflection of Julia in the mirror. 

"I always thought those ears of yours were adorable," he hummed thoughtfully. Julia flushed profusely, the blush even going right up to her bare ears. Judging by her reflection, she had a good idea of how she'd look like once she left the shop that afternoon. Her perfectly round head seemed so small compared to when it had hair upon it. Her ears were sweet and round. And her eyes looked beautiful and bigger than before. She didn't get to gaze at her reflection much longer, for Andrew rested his hand on top of her head and pushed her chin down into her chest. 

Julia stared down at the large pile of golden locks in her lap. It was so much hair. All gone. Years of growth, gone in seconds. But it felt so good. She let out another low moan as she realized just how hairless she was going to be once Andrew was done. It had been years, after all, since her last shaving. 

Andrew went about parting the long hair along the back of her head and neck. With his hand still on her head to keep it in place, he nuzzled the clippers into the bottom of her neck. The blades were running warm now, after buzzing the rest of her head down to the skin. He smiled to himself, as he began to slowly push the humming clippers up Julia's nape. An immediate gasp echoed from her lips, as her flesh prickled with sensitivity. The smile on Andrew's lips widened, as his memories regarding Julia's most sensitive spot on her head remained quite precise. Her neck had gotten the strongest response. He took his time with that first pass up the back. Up her neck and nape and finally to the top of her head. He watched the long shower of gold spill down the back of the chair. 

Julia was quivering in the chair, as he brought the clippers back down to the bottom of her neck and began on a second pass. Her lips fell open, as the tingling between her legs intensified. Her thighs clenched, as one of her hands slid down between her legs beneath the cape. 

Andrew drew out the last few passes of the clippers, as he pressed the blades firmly into Julia's skin. The last long locks were soon sheared away, and Julia was nearly bald. He tipped her head this way and that, as he went about cleaning up any strays that he missed. With that, he turned the clippers off with another loud pop, then tipped her head back toward him again, as he saw her blushing face, and furrowed brows. She was panting profusely. Andrew couldn't help but eye the suspicious movement beneath the cape over her lap. He ran a hand along her head, as the faint bristle of stubble rasped against his palm. 

"It's not perfect yet, is it?" he whispered to her. Julia shook her head. "You need a smooth shave, don't you?" Andrew purred in her ear. Julia felt herself nearly climax with his words. "Yes!" she pleaded. Andrew rushed into action as soon as she gave him the go ahead. A warm towel was wrapped around her head. The familiar damp, warm heat brought back more memories for Julia. Andrew quickly whisked the towel away and soon went about applying a thick layer of shaving cream all over her bare head with a brush. After a few strops of the straight razor, he gently took her head in his hand, and positioned the blade at her cheek. He drew it up and it rasped against the skin in a way that sent chills of pleasure down Julia's flesh. He shaved delicately around her right ear, as the foam was removed by the blade. Only hairless, pale flesh was left in it's wake. Strokes around her ears extended to the side of her head. Long slow, leisurely strokes were taken, from in front of her ear to the top of her head. Her other side and ear were shaved smooth in a similar slow fashion. 

It wasn't long till the straight razor was lifted to the front of her forehead. He drew it back along her head, in long careful strokes. He'd wipe the foam off the blade every couple of passes. The last bits of stubble of her former crowning glory went with the foam. The top of her head was soon rendered bare. All that left was her nape. Andrew pushed her chin back into her chest. Julia's uneven breaths were so prominent and needy. Andrew found he enjoyed the sound. 

The razor was placed at the back of her crown, and drawn down the length of her neck. Julia moaned out loudly with each long swipe of the blade. Her hand was working overtime between her thighs. She tried not to think about what kind of mess she'd made of her jeans. 

Andrew cleaned the last bit of foam from her head. Julia quivered, as her hand kept working. Her eyes opened barely to gaze at her reflection. And, just as he'd done for her as a child, Andrew went about lathering her head once more. A gasp left Julia's pretty lips when she knew what was coming. Her eyes closed then, as she prepared to relish the second shaving she was about to have. Andrew was so thorough. He'd make sure she didn't have any sign of hair on her head by the time he was done. And that knowledge caused her loins to throb hotly. 

Andrew worked faster the second time around, though no less careful. Each flick of the razor seemed to illicit a moan from Julia. Her sounds grew louder and louder. After he'd cleared away all the lather, Andrew went about wiping down her head with a towel. Some talc was administered to her bare head. And then, his palms came to rest on her bald scalp. He stroked along her crown and up and down her smooth sexy nape. With those touches to her sensitive head, Julia let out a loud cry. She climaxed right there in the chair, as Andrew stroked her bare head and teased her exposed ears. Her hips writhed beneath the cape as she rode out what had to be the best orgasm of her life. 

Beyond embarrassed to have lost herself so badly in his presence, Julia bit her lip shamefully when her eyes finally opened. "I..." she tried to begin, but her voice was airy and unable to form complete words. Andrew said nothing, though he smiled reassuringly down at her. He leaned down then, as his mouth dared to brush lightly against her own. Surprised at the kiss, Julia's eyes fluttered closed. 

"You're welcome in my chair any time," he murmured against her mouth. Julia's eyes opened again, to meet his. She gave a shy little nod. "... I think I will definitely be getting in it quite often," she whispered. Their lips pressed together once more, as Julia's arms lifted from behind the cape and lifted up to wrap around his neck. 

When she got home that evening, her father was appalled at what she had done to her hair. But after a lot of reassuring that she'd done it of her own free will, her father calmed down. She was even kind enough to bring him a few of the better intact curls from her shearing, for him to keep. Although he didn't seem to fully understand her reasoning, he didn't forbid her from returning to the barbershop. She was nearly an adult, after all. And it was her head and her hair to do with as she pleased. 

The rest of the summer went by like a breeze. Julia was never too hot thanks to her shaved head. And whenever her hair got too long (and by long, more than a few centimeters!), she would hop back into Andrew's chair at the end of the day and let him shave her clean once more. Her friends all thought she was mad for shaving her head, but she also eventually got used to the look on her. She was still the same old Julia, after all. Just with a lot less hair. 

Her budding attraction for Andrew remained a little secret between the two of them. After all, she was barely eighteen, and he was already in his thirties. The summer came to an end, and Julia had to take a hiatus from her job, much to her chagrin. Andrew also talked her into growing her hair out a little longer for the winter. By the time the following summer rolled around, her hair had grown out past her ears. Though on the first day of summer vacation, she waltzed right into his shop, sat down, and had him shave her bald once more. By the time she got to college, she found herself missing Andrew terribly, but she got to see him every summer when she came home from school. And of course, every summer, she sported her favorite bald hairstyle. After graduation, she grew her hair long enough for her wedding day, married Andrew, and moved in with him. And, quite frankly, never had hair on her head again. They spent their first night together shaving off every last hair on her head, then making love in ways they'd been dying to for years. Each morning and evening, Andrew would shave her head for her, leaving her smooth nearly 24/7. More love making typically followed whenever Andrew shaved her down. She couldn't help it, this was what did it for her. And Andrew seemed more than happy to comply. Julia never would have guessed the vile actions of her mother would affect her life like this. But she'd never been happier. 

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