“Jeez, I’m bored” said Stacey, glancing at her watch for the tenth time that morning. “ I hate slow days.”
“You and me both” agreed Rosie. “Tell you what, we haven’t played ‘The Game’ for a while. You’re up next, how about it?”
“Yeah, why not” nodded Stacey with a sly grin – “pick a haircut”.
“Haven’t seen a decent shave in a while – let’s go all the way. Full headshave.”
“Hmmm, you’re right about the shave, I haven’t done one in a while, so I’ll go with an extreme high and tight. Go ahead, flip the coin.”
From the register, Rosie lifted a quarter and prepared to flip it in the air. “Okay, heads is a full shave and tails is a high and tight.” With that she spun the coin in the air and watched as it fell to the tiled floor of the barbershop. The coin struck the floor and rolled to a stop beneath one of the two large barber chairs. Crouching down to retrieve the coin, Stacey smiled up at her friend. “I guess I win, tails it is – all we need now is a player. I’m going to get changed into something a bit more revealing. With that she disappeared into the back of the shop.
Fifteen minutes later Stacey returned wearing a low-cut mini dress and a pair of knee-high leather boots. She had also freshened up her make-up and looked incredibly alluring. “Looking good Stace.” grinned Rosie “can’t see anyone putting up much resistance.”
“Think I’m going to enjoy this” laughed Stacey, and turning towards the window stated “looks like we might just have our player”. Crossing the road and making towards the front door of the shop was a man in his mid-thirties, wearing an expensive looking business suit. Rosie and Stacey each held their breath in anticipation as the man moved closer and closer, finally exhaling as he reached for the door handle. “Game on” said Rosie disappearing into the back of the shop.
Stacey grabbed a duster and with her back to the door pretended to wipe down the counter as the man entered the shop. Hesitating for a split second to allow him time to size her up from behind, she turned and smiled at her ‘victim’. “Hi, how are you? Come on in – it’s quiet today, so if you’re looking for a haircut I can fit you right in.”
“Thanks – that would be ideal. I just nipped out of the office in the hope that I could get a quick trim.”
“Come on over and grab a seat – I’m Stacey by the way. Don’t think I’ve seen you in the shop before.”
“You’re right, I haven’t been in before. I’ve got an old style barbershop just three blocks from my apartment so I normally go there. My name’s Jack – it’s good to meet you Stacey – I might have to change my barber shop from now on.”
Jack removed the jacket of his expensive fitting suit and settled in to the barber’s chair. Stacey moved around behind him and caped him up using the large white cape with the black pin stripes, pausing long enough for Jack to get a good whiff of the perfume recently applied to her wrists. With a comb, she began stroking his hair at the back, whilst gently running her other hand through his hair on top. His hair was naturally curly, but short enough not to be unruly. Returning the comb to the counter, Stacey turned to face him once more and asked the killer question “ so what can I do for you today Jack?”
“I only really need a quick trim. I’m delivering a major presentation for my company this afternoon and I’m kinda nervous about it. I probably don’t even need a haircut but I want to make sure I look my best and I thought a quick trim might help.”
“No problem” said Stacey reaching over to lift her scissors from the counter, let’s get started.” After two or three snips of the hair on the back of his neck, Stacey suddenly stopped and moved around to face Jack once more. Locating herself in a position which would give him a good eyeful of the top of her breasts, Stacey stared directly at him and said “you know Jack, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s just that I don’t think your current hair style is doing a whole lot for you – I’m just thinking of what you said about your presentation and all. Have you ever thought of changing style?”
“Can’t say I have Stacey. I suppose I’m just used to this – I’ve been having it cut like this for over ten years now, but I’m open to suggestions.”
“I’m sorry – you must think I’m really cheeky” said Stacey, shifting uncomfortably. Why don’t I just finish your trim?”
“No seriously, I mean it, I’m open to suggestions.”
“Well”, said Stacey “most of the young guys we get in here generally go for something a little bit shorter. Have you ever considered a flat top?”
“I’m not really sure” he stammered and she could feel the nervousness in his voice.
“Hey, no pressure” she smiled at him “it was just a suggestion. You’ve got a fantastic bone structure and I just thought it would work really well. It would also help tame those curls on top. I tell you what, why don’t we get a second opinion – my co-worker Rosie is out back.” Moving to the back of the shop, Stacey stuck her head round the door and shouted for her friend.
Within a few seconds Rosie emerged from the back of the shop and the two girls approached a nervous looking Jack. Rosie had also refreshed her make-up and was looking stunning in a white blouse, short black skirt and a pair of shiny patent leather high-heeled shoes. “Rosie this is Jack – Jack meet Rosie.”
“Hey there Jack – good to meet you” said Rosie and Jack responded with a smile and a nod.
“Jack’s thinking of having a flat top” said Stacey winking at her friend, “but he’s a little nervous about it. What do you think?”
Rosie moved closer to the chair and began running her hands through the hair on the top of Jack’s head. “ I think you’ve made a good choice Jack – your hair is thick and it’ll stand up really well. It’ll also help control those curls, which aren’t doing a great deal for you. In fact a flat top will make you look a whole lot younger. Shorter is definitely the trend and it’ll be a more flattering look for you.” Massaging his head with the tips of his fingers, Rosie stared at him directly in the mirror and in a soft whisper asked “What do you say Jack, shall we do this?”
There was a long pause before Jack finally nodded and said “Okay, why not. I’ll give it a go – but please don’t take it too short.”
“Great” said Stacey, “you won’t regret this – I promise”, and with that she lifted the clippers from the hook under the counter. Shielding the clippers from Jack’s gaze she fitted the number one guard and moved around behind him. She knew she had won, and that Jack would soon be sporting an extreme high and tight.
Jack flinched as the clippers came to life and Stacey gently put one hand on his shoulder as she moved them up the back of his head. Jack’s hair was no match for the clippers and as they did their work, bare scalp began to be revealed beneath the 3mm of hair left behind. Stacey knew Jack would react when she moved around to the side but by then, it would be too late, She continued clipping the back removing more and more hair, and revealing more and more scalp. Taking a deep breath she moved around the chair, preparing to go to work on the right side.
“Looks good in back, Jack” said Rosie moving over to the chair and caressing the shaved part of his scalp.
Stacey swung the chair around so that Jack was no longer facing the mirror, and with a flourish of the clippers began running them up the side of Jack’s head. Again the scalp began to be revealed as she ruthlessly buzzed off his hair right up to the top of the head. With the right side completed she moved around the chair once more and did the same with the left. Jack’s hair was now 3mm long all around the sides and the back. The hair on top now looked ridiculously long but she was about to remedy that. Fitting a number three guard to the clippers, she quickly moved back to the chair and mowed a strip down the centre of Jack’s head from front to back. Making pass after pass, she worked quickly to remove the bulk of hair on top, taking less than a minute to buzz it all down. With the horsehair brush she dusted him down and braced herself for his reaction as she swung the chair through 180 degrees so that Jack was once again facing the mirror.
Running her hand across his newly buzzed head she smiled at him once more and said “we’re not quite done yet, but what do you think so far?”
Before Jack had a chance to react, Rosie moved closer to the chair and began running her hand across the right hand side of his head. “ I think it looks fantastic on you – didn’t I say it would? You’ve really got the features for short hair. You know what Stace, I think you could go even shorter with this. Don’t you agree Jack?”
Whether Jack agreed or not, Stacey knew that he’d be going shorter whether he liked it or not. But for now, she was happy to let Jack think he somehow had a choice in the matter.
For just a moment, Jack looked as though he was about to cry. Reaching up to touch the buzzed sides of his head, for a long moment it seemed as though he had lost the power of speech. Then in a hushed voice he finally looked at Stacey and said ‘my hair – what have you done? It’s ruined. Shit, my presentation, oh shit.”
It was as much as she could do to stop herself from laughing out loud, but turning her back to him, Stacey pretended to be upset and holding her face in her hands, said in a quiet voice “I’m so sorry Jack, I only did as you asked. Besides, it’s not quite finished yet – and it really does suit you. In fact as Rosie said, you would suit it even shorter.”
“What’s this presentation you mentioned” asked Rosie inquisitively as she continued to rub Jack’s bristly head?
“It’s a marketing presentation – essentially a sales pitch. My company has some buyers coming in from out of state this afternoon and we’re hoping to wrap up some major new deals. I’m the sales lead, so I’ll carry the can if it goes wrong. That’s the reason I decided to have my hair trimmed. Christ, it’s ruined now.”
Shaking her head, Rosie moved directly in front of Jack and stared down at him. “You know, I really think you should let Stacey finish the cut. I think she’s done you a big favour. Why, I was reading an article in one of my hair journal’s yesterday that stated that the most popular haircut amongst young professionals right now is a fully shaved head. Doctors, attorneys, investment bankers, sales professionals – all of them are going for extremely short haircuts. And do you know why Jack? Because it gives them an air of authority, it makes then look cool, clean, in full control of their lives and it generates respect. Think of the military Jack – what do you think when you see those high and tight haircuts – isn’t it all of those things I’ve just mentioned? Short hair sells Jack, because it commands respect and it gives you authority. Can’t you see that Stacey has only been trying to help you out?”
Stacey was finding it more and more difficult to suppress her laughter, knowing full well that Rosie had never read a hair journal in her life. Turning once more to face Jack, she said “it’s true – like I said earlier, we’re getting more and more people in here going shorter. Extreme haircuts are the trend – I’m sure you’ve noticed it yourself in the office. High and tights seem to be the latest craze – I’ve done more of those in the past week than any other haircut – not that I’m suggesting you should get one, though you do have the bone structure for it. Why don’t I tidy up your haircut and then you can go – the cut’s on me and I’m sorry if you don’t like it. I was just trying to help.”
“I’m sorry” said Jack, “it’s just that I’ve been under a lot of stress with this. Maybe you’re right about the hair – I suppose I’ve just been used to my usual style. Are you serious about that article?”
“Why sure, think about it. Let’s just say you shaved your head – as soon as you entered that room today you’d immediately grab people’s attention and you’d have them. They’d listen to you, you’d have authority and with a good sales pitch you’d bowl them over, no problem. You’re the salesman Jack – I’m sure you’d spot if I was feeding you a line. Damn I wish I hadn’t left the journal at home or I could have showed you the article.”
“So what are we doing then Jack” quizzed Stacey, “I’m sure you’d like to get back to the office to prepare?”
“Well, I think a shaved head would be just a little extreme for me but maybe I should take a chance with the high and tight. After all, this contract is worth an awful lot of money, and like you say, the hair will grow back soon.
“Now you’re talking” grinned Rosie. “That contract is as good as yours.”
“Hang on” said Stacey, once again rubbing the top of his head. You need to be sure Jack because once I start there’s no turning back. With a decent high and tight the sides and back are shaved right the skin. I need to know you’re okay with this.”
She could see a flicker of hesitation cross his face before he finally nodded and whispered “do it.”
Having known Jack would be losing most of his hair anyway, Stacey had already re-fitted the number one guard to the clippers. Without a moment’s hesitation, she flicked them on and ran them straight down the middle of Jack’s head. Short hair began to cascade down the cape once more and again, in less than a minute Jack’s hair was the same length all over, with the white of his scalp visible through what little remained. Stacey exchanged her clippers for a smaller pair with the blades adjusted to the #00000 setting. Starting at the left side, she ran the clippers up his head to the top leaving a pale white strip of scalp behind. A few more passes and the left side was nothing but white scalp. Working quickly she moved around the back and shaved off the remaining hair to the top of the scalp. The right side quickly followed, leaving the back and sides with only the very shortest of stubble, which was almost invisible to the naked eye. She could see the look of horror on Jack’s face but continued on nevertheless. Rosie brought her over a hot towel to wrap around his head and after a couple of minutes she began massaging a warm menthol shaving gel into the shaved areas of his hair.
“Almost done now – most guys enjoy this bit” smiled Stacey as she began removing the gel with a long handled razor, using short strokes and working methodically around his head to remove every last trace of hair from the back and sides. The whole process took around 5 – 10 minutes and when she’d finished, his head gleamed with the lights from the ceiling above. “I’ll just take the top down a little bit more to finish you off and then we’re done” she said. Lifting the clippers once more she fitted a 0.5 guard this time and ran them quickly over the top of his head. With the edging clippers she then blended the top with the back and sides and finally dusted him off.
“That’s you done Jack. I think it looks fantastic, but it’ll probably take you a bit of time to get used to it. Extreme haircuts generally do, but I’ll bet you’ll be back for a trim before too long.”
Rosie was beside him once again rubbing both her hands over the smooth parts of his scalp. “You know, hair this short is a real turn on for me. I think you look wonderful – you’ll have no problem with that presentation now.”
All that Jack could say was “Oh my God” as he stepped form the chair and moved closer to the mirror for a better look. His hands shot instinctively upwards rubbing first the smooth parts and then the short stubble on top. “Shit, I’m almost fucking bald. What have I done?”
“Here” said Rosie, handing him his jacket, let’s see what you look like in your suit. That really is some haircut you’ve got. People are going to take you seriously from now on with that – it’s so much better than that curly mop you started with.”
Jack put on his jacket and returned to look in the mirror, rubbing his head the whole time. Both girls were nodding at him “It’s really smart Jack – you really pull off this look” said Rosie. “That is one serious looking haircut – get that sales pitch right and you’ll be laughing all the way to the bank. The haircut is on us but why don’t you pop back later and let us know how it went.”
“I think my boss is going to flip when he sees this” stated Jack, as he continued to rub his head. “I better get back and prepare for this afternoon.”
“Sure, good luck with it all” said Stacey. “You’ll be fantastic” echoed Rosie and they both escorted him to the door. With a final glance at the two girls, Jack walked from the shop sporting the shortest haircut he’d ever had in his life. A brutal looking extreme high and tight just as Stacey and Rosie had planned before he’s even entered the shop.
As they watched him cross the street, the two girls burst out laughing and hugged each other in the middle of the shop. Breaking apart, Stacey grinned at Rosie and said “You’re up next – fancy playing again?”
They never did see Jack again.
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