Summer time ritual

The sun was beating down as Rhea entered her house with a bag full of groceries. The summer was unbearably hot this year. She tossed her bags and her car keys on the dining table. She poured herself a glass of cold water. Tossing her mop of shaggy curly hair she sat down at the dinner table. She took a gulp of water. Paused for a moment. She picked up her car keys again.

Rhea was driving around town thinking that a haircut at this very moment is the only thing that could save her from this summer heat. Unfortunately, it was the middle of the afternoon and most of the businesses are closed, she pulled up next to her usual salon to find a “Closed” sign on the door. She wasn't taking no for an answer. She went back into the car and revved her engine. She drove to the salon that was the talk of the town. But not good enough as it was closed as well. She kept driving around finding all ladies' salons closed. Every closed sign was adding to her temper. 

Rhea was now driving around aimlessly losing all hope and all irritated by the afternoon heat when se found a broken signboard that said "Al's Salon". She pulled up her car and walked right in. What she hadn't noticed was the broken part of the signboard said "men's".

She walked into the small old barbershop. It once had two barbers as the two sets of chairs, mirrors and counters suggested but only one barber was present. Noticing an unusual customer at an unusual time the old barber folded his newspaper and lowered his glasses. "I think you are lost, child", he said flicking his cigarette in the ashtray but Rhea had already settled in the chair. The old barber walked towards her as she said, "It's a salon and I need a haircut. I am at the right place." 

"I am really sorry this is a men's barbershop, child. I really should fix the signboard." said the old barber.

Rhea was not taking no for an answer today. "I do not know anything. I need to get rid of my hair." 

"Okay child. I have been a barber practically all my life. And I have had the privilege of only a few female clients. But the problem is they all wore men's haircuts. So that's all I can help you with." Pointing at a chart on the wall he said, "Those are the kind of men's haircuts I can give you but I really can't help if you are looking for something else." 

Without even looking at the chart Rhea demanded, "Just shave it off." 

The old barber smirked and left a sigh. He pumped the chair up and flung a striped Cape around Rhea. He grabbed Rhea's scraggly long locks and 

Scrunch! Scrunch!! Scrunch!!!

Within seconds her hair was on the floor. All that was left of her mane barely touched her shoulders now. The barber took a comb and parted her hair in the centre. He picked up a pair of clippers from the and dusted them. Taking the guard off he flipped them on. He placed the clippers on her forehead, right at the centre. He pushed the clippers right through the partition and the clippers' sound got muffled as it buzzed through her thick hair. He lifted the clippers leaving a bald patch right at the centre. He made a few more passes and the top of Rhea's head was reduced to a stubble. He continued passing the clippers on the side and now only the back was left. He pushed Rhea's head down and started buzzing off her back. And soon Rhea's head was completely buzzed with only a brown fuzz left behind. Rhea's lifted her hand out of the Cape and felt her freshly buzzed head. 

The old barber took some shaving foam and started spreading it on her head. Rhea felt a cool soothing menthol sensation on her head. Her trance broke as the barber said, "A head shave costs 20 bucks but I can shave your face as well for a combo of 25 bucks?" Rhea looked at her reflection in the mirror. Sitting cross-legged on a barber's chair in an old barbershop with her head covered with shaving foam. She nodded, "Do it." The barber continued spending the foam from her head to her face. He took a straight-edged razor and cleaned it off with alcohol. He inserted a fresh blade in. With smooth clean strokes, he started shaving off her head. After he was done shaving off her head he proceeded to shave off her face as well. Once that was done he picked up the foam bottle again and lathered her head and face again. This time he shaved her head and face against the grain making her head as smooth as a cue ball. 

When he was done the floor was full of Rhea's long curly locks and her lap was full of hair as well. The barber took some aftershave and applied it to Rhea's face and head. It stung a little. So he picked up a bottle of lotion and applied it to her head and face and her head started shining in the afternoon sun. Rhea felt so light and relieved as the breeze hit her head. She paid off the barber his 25 bucks and stepped out of the barbershop and looked up at the broken sign.

This summer head shave later became a yearly ritual in her life. 

Junk Mail

Junk Mail

Elizabeth grew up in a village. As she grew up, her education brought her to the city. And her job made her stay. Brought up in the village, Elizabeth was very simple. She worked as an accountant in a small business.

On an especially slow day at work, Elizabeth was just trying to kill time. She was wearing a long grey skirt and a beige shirt tucked in. Her long brown hair was open. She was twirling a strand of hair that fell on her face. She was wondering about the happy times she spent when she wasn’t a city girl. She barely felt a thing after moving to the city. There was no excitement in her life.

Trying to pass some more time she thought of clearing her email inbox. After clearing the regular mail she thought of clearing the junk mail. While cleaning her junk mail she stumbled upon a mail titled: “It’s time to change yourself.” Just out of curiosity she opened the mail.

Elizabeth,

It’s time to change yourself. It’s time for a makeover. 

Hope to see you at: 

1, Le Château, Bronx Road.

Hope to see you on 26 June at 1800 HRS.

Regards,

XXX

A very suspenseful mail. The kind of ones you don’t pay attention to. But Elizabeth felt a little different after reading this mail. She hadn’t been on an adventure for years. She also looked the same for years. Same long brown hair. Same conservative outfits. She felt a sense of excitement after reading this email. She thought to herself that it’s okay to go out on an adventure once in a while. If something felt odd she would turn around. She quickly checked the calendar on her computer. She almost jerked in shock at the co-incidence. The mail was sent for today itself. She checked the time. She realized that if she left immediately after work, she could reach the destination with a minute to spare. 

Elizabeth stared at the clock tick till it was time to leave. She quickly grabbed her purse and rushed out. Quickly calling out for a cab and dodging the puddle it splashed she got in. Elizabeth reached the given address with a minute to spare like she estimated. 

She had never been to this place before. She got out of the cab outside the very old building with a huge wooden door. She started looking for a doorbell to ring or a handle to knock but she jolted as the door suddenly creaked open. As the outside light entered the dimly lit room, Elizabeth saw a middle aged Chinese woman standing in the doorway. She was dressed like a waitress wearing excessive makeup. “Come in.” greeted the Chinese woman. Elizabeth followed her inside Le Château. 

Le Château looked just as old from the inside as it was from the inside only it was much grand. It had red walls and a wooden floor and it was dimly lit with chandeliers. Before Elizabeth could notice anything else a deep voice manly said, “We have been expecting you, Elizabeth” And suddenly Elizabeth started wondering how they knew her name. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted and the deep voice continued, “Are you ready for your hair makeover?” The man emerged from the background. In his later 30's or early 40's, wearing an all black suit with black boots, black shirt and black satin tie. His facial features looked sharp in the dim light. 

Elizabeth’s thoughts like “Who said anything about hair?” faded just by looking at the sheer hotness of the sleek mysterious person.

“Miss Chan, why don’t you escort Elizabeth to the hair station and then fix her outfits?” ordered the mysterious man. Miss Chan, the lady who received Elizabeth at the entrance, held Elizabeth with a firm grip. Firm enough to not let her escape but gentle enough to not hurt her. She escorted her to a corner of the room with a large mirror with it’s border illuminated with light bulbs and old fashioned barber’s chair with tight red leather. Miss Chan made Elizabeth sit on the chair as the man dressed in black approached the chair from behind. She bowed to the man and left. Elizabeth looked at the man in the mirror. Looking at him closely, she couldn’t help notice his slick black hair combed back and his striking features, that would make any woman desire him. 

“Are we ready, Miss Elizabeth?” he asked.

Elizabeth nodded yes as a sweat broke on to her brow. She was taking deep breaths and her heart was pounding as her mind tried to grasp on to the situation. 

“Good”, said the man and draped Elizabeth with a white satin cape and covered the neck with a paper towel. He pulled a rope next to the mirror and the mirror was covered with a red satin curtain. Putting on black latex gloves he looked over to the tray stand next to the chair with an array of hair cutting tools. He picked up a pair of large, glistening, silver shears. He grabbed Elizabeth’s hair near her neck.

Scrunch! Scrunch!! Scrunch!!! 

He hacked Elizabeth’s hair and what was left behind was a chin length bob. He dropped the mass of hair on her lap. Elizabeth’s eyes filled with water. She realized that he had chopped off her hair to her chin but there was no way to figure out what she looked like. She began to wonder if she looked like her younger self.

The man picked a pair of clippers and slipped on a #2 guard. He pushed Elizabeth’s head down with one hand till her chin touched her breast. The flipped the clippers on and the room echoed with a loud hum as the clippers roared. Placing the clippers on Elizabeth’s nape he began shearing her hair until a soft fuzz was left behind. When he was done with the nape he moved on to the sides and a the temple of her head until he gave a nice fade. Elizabeth clutched the handle of the chair tightly with each pass of clippers. 

The man picked up a spray bottle and sprayed a mist of water to wet Elizabeth’s hair. The water had a strong yet graceful fragrance. Elizabeth felt at peace with this fragrance. The mysterious man picked up relatively small shears this time and started trimming off whatever was left on the top of Elizabeth’s head. He was carefully taking sections from the crown and snipping them off making his way to the front of her head. The entire floor was full of hair as the hair came cascading down from the satin cape. With quick snips he finished off the front of her hair and placed the shears back on the tray.

He took off the paper towel that covered Elizabeth’s neck. Elizabeth thought that the haircut was over but the man sprayed some more water on the nape and the sides of her head. He pressed the nozzle of a bottle of shaving gel and started spreading it gentle on her nape, behind her ears and on the sideburns. He picked up a straight edged razor and bent Elizabeth’s head again until her chin touched her breasts. As soon as the razor touched Elizabeth’s nape, a shiver ran down her spine, by the sensation of the cold razor. As the razor was cleaning off the stubble on her nape and sideburn, the sensation of a razor against her skin made her nipples hard and her pussy wet.

The man placed the razor back on the tray. He moved in front of the chair and pulled the curtain that covered the mirror. Elizabeth stared back at her reflection. Her hair was cut into a short yet very feminine pixie cut which enhanced her facial features. 

The man clapped twice. Miss Chan emerged from the background carrying a few outfits. “Please undress yourself” she demanded. Elizabeth still hadn’t recovered from the euphoria of her haircut. 

“Why don’t you help Miss Elizabeth out?” said the man lighting up a black cigarette. Elizabeth was too stunned by the entire experience that she did not resist. Miss Chan stripped her until she was wearing only her bra and panties. She dressed her into black slacks, black top paired with a black coat and black heels. Elizabeth was now unrecognizable. Miss Chan handed over a few more outfits to Elizabeth. 

Flicking his cigarette the man said, “We have a car waiting outside that will drop you off home.” Elizabeth was escorted outside by Miss Chan and was received by the chauffeur of a posh black sedan who greeted her, “Welcome to the Black Aces Family, ma’am” Elizabeth’s life was about to change forever.

A Covid Pandemic Haircut!

A Covid Pandemic Haircut 

The year is 2020 and the world is gripped with the Covid Pandemic. It has affected the world to varying degrees but it has affected each and every one of us.

Ravi lived in the part of town where the effects were comparatively low and people were allowed to go for a walk or a run as far as they don’t leave their vicinity and maintain social distancing. Ravi was a young boy with an athletic body but a shy nature. To maintain his fitness and athletic body he would go for runs within his society complex. And so would other young ladies from his society complex.

One such evening Ravi was in the middle of his run when he noticed that Preeti was jogging too. Preeti was a young mother and without a doubt the most beautiful lady in the society. Her husband was always in and out of town with business. She had thick, long black hair with golden brown highlights. Ravi was running behind Preeti on the jogging track and couldn't help notice Preeti’s thick ponytail bounce against her round butt with each step she took. All Ravi could think about was how he wished he could play with her hair. He was so distracted by her beautiful hair that he decided to take a break and have a sip of water. Coincidentally Preeti stopped as she saw a friend of hers.

“Hi Madhu how are you? It’s been such a long time even though we stay in the same society, isn’t it?”,Preeti greeted her friend as Ravi couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.

“I am fine Preeti. It has been really long! This lockdown I swear!”,said Madhu

“You can’t even go anywhere. I feel so stuck! I have been meaning to get a haircut to get rid of my split ends but all the salons are closed!”

“You are talking about a haircut? You don’t even get proper groceries! Any way I am in a hurry I must go now. I will catch you later.”

Madhu hurries away but god knows what takes over Ravi. Almost out of control he blurts out, “Are you looking for a haircut?”

“Yes?”, Preeti said as she looked at Ravi with a puzzled look. Even Ravi couldn’t grasp what just happened.

“Maybe I can help you out?”, said Ravi again as if someone was controlling him.

“You know how to give a haircut?”, Preeti said as she was caught completely off guard. 

“I am not a professional stylist. But hey, I don’t think it is that difficult, is it?” This was not the shy Ravi everyone knew.

“I am sure a trim wouldn’t hurt. Anyway this lock down doesn’t seem to be ending soon. Why don’t you come over tomorrow morning?”

Trim wouldn’t hurt? Come over tomorrow? Ravi couldn’t believe his ears!

     

 Ravi had a secret hair fetish and it kept him up all night thinking about the next day. He always dreamt about a situation like this and already had prepared himself with the right tools just for a day like this. Just like a school boy before the night of a school trip, Ravi kept imagining and fantasizing about the next day.

 Ding-Dong! Ravi rang Preeti’s doorbell the next morning. The door opened. He stood there with a backpack on his back and his jaws dropped. Preeti opened the door and she was wearing only a bathrobe wrapped around her body and you could clearly see her cleavage. A towel sat on her head like a crown. Preeti was just out of shower and even washed her hair.

“Why don’t you come in…”,Preeti invited Ravi in as he stood frozen at her door still trying to process how stunning she was looking.

“...I washed my hair today for you. And I even stayed in a bathrobe. I don’t want hair falling and sticking on to my clothes.”, she continued. 

“Do you want some coffee? I made some for myself”,Preeti said as Ravi followed her to the room. A rest chair was already set in front of the dressing mirror.

“Sure I’d like some coffee.”,panicked Ravi.

“Why don’t you settle yourself and I will bring your coffee.”, replied Preeti as if she was reassuring Ravi.

Preeti returned with the coffee to see that Ravi had decorated the dressing table with a comb, scissors, spray bottle and a razor and a cape was hanging on the arm of the chair.

“Wow! You came all prepared!”said Preeti handing over Ravi’s coffee and settling in the chair. “And you brought a cape too.Guess I won’t be needing this after all.” she continued as she untied her bathrobe and let it slip. The bathrobe glided on her glistening skin and she let it drop onto the floor and sat cross legged on the chair and flipped her wet hair behind the chair.

Ravi quickly gulped down his coffee and said, “I am ready when you are. What are you looking for?”

“Well, I was looking for a trim. But you seem to know more than I think you do. So what would you suggest?”

“If you want a trim then maybe that's what we can do. Maybe a straight cut taking off an inch or two. Fringes are trending these days. Maybe we can get you some fringes?”

“I love that idea!” exclaimed Preeti as she jumped with excitement and so did her boobs. Ravi couldn’t help but stare at them. 

“Won’t you put that cape on me?” said Preeti, breaking Ravi’s gaze almost teasing him for staring at her boobs.

Ravi nodded shyly and draped Preeti with the cape. He pulled hair back, picked up the comb from the dressing table and started combing her hair. Running the comb through Preeti’s long thick hair made Ravi’s heart thump through his chest. He took his time to comb through her hair and play with it.

“So an inch or two?” inquired Ravi

“Make it three!” smirked Preeti

Ravi’s eyes widened with shock and his heart started beating with excitement and his breath got heavy. He combed her hair one last time. He held her hair between two fingers above her hips and raised the hair. “Is this much okay?” asked Ravi making sure one last time. Preeti nodded in agreement.

Snip! Snip!! Snip!!!

With each snip the three inches of Preeti’s hair was on the floor. Ravi picked the comb and combed through the hair once again. Taking small sections of Preet’s hair he evened out the length in a straight cut. Preeti’s butt length hair was reduced to just above her waist. Ravi moved to the front and stood facing Preeti. Using the teeth of his comb he divided the hair in the front into a triangle. Combing the hair from that section out he quickly gave the hair a few gentle twists. And with just one snip Preeti’s hair fell on her lap as Ravi cut her hair just below the eyes. Using the point cut technique he reduced the length further to her eyebrows. Preeti loved watching how Ravi was working with her hair with great speed, skill and dexterity. 

Ravi proceeded to take a section out from the right  temple of Preeti’s head. Holding the scissors at an angle he quickly gave a sloping cut making the face framing layer to accentuate the fringes. He quickly did the same for the left side. Satisfied with his work he stood behind Preeti and looked at her in the mirror.

Preeti took a moment to process everything. The fringes were making her look younger and hotter. She looked almost 5 years younger and couldn’t recognize herself for a moment. Breaking the silence after a moment Preeti said holding Ravi’s arm, “Wow! I don’t know what I was expecting out of this cut but I sure wasn’t expecting it to look so wonderful. How come you are so good at this?”

“Maybe it’s my passion?” Ravi replied shyly.

“I really cannot believe it. You came so well prepared…” Preeti said and then quickly drawing her attention to the tools on her dressing table she continued “...Look at all this stuff. I am really impressed by you Ravi!” she continued. Picking up the razor she said,”What were you planning to do with this?”

“Well, nothing really. But if you want I can shave your nape? A clean shaved nape would look really sexy when you tie your hair up in a bun or a ponytail.” Ravi responded.

“Let’s do it!” exclaimed Preeti in affirmation.

Ravi was shocked to hear this and a shiver ran down his spine. Without wasting a moment he grabbed Preet’s hair and tied it into a bun. Pick up the spray bottle and sprayed Preeti’s nape with a generous amount of water till it was dripping wet. He picked up the straight edged razor, flicked it open and started shaving the stray hair on Preet’s nape. Without a doubt, looking at Preeti’s expression, you could tell she was enjoying it. When Ravi was done he let loose Preeti’s bun and it came down like a waterfall. He was combing it once again when Preeti interrupted, “Why don’t you grab the blow dryer quickly and run the comb.” Taking Preeti’s orders Ravi picked up her blow dryer, plugged it in, flipped it on and tried to work through it. When Preeti’s hair was relatively dry he combed through her soft hair one last time.

“I think we are done.” Ravi sighed. His dream was coming towards an end. 

“I love it!” smiled Preeti.

With a quick jerk Preeti took off the cape and a new Preeti stood up from the chair. As she stood up her hair bounced over the rest of the chair on to her back. They reached just above her waist and were looking beautiful, neatly cut in a straight line. Preeti leaned over towards the mirror to adjust her fringes. Ravi couldn't help thinking how sexy her ass looked now that the hair wasn’t covering it anymore. 

Putting on her bathrobe on again with a bright smile on her face Preeti said, “How much do you take for your haircuts, Mr. Hair Stylist?” Being called that Ravi felt very shy and looked at his feet as he blushed.

“If you really liked your haircut you can repay me by letting me do your next haircut as well!” Ravi said finally.

As Ravi began to leave Preeti stopped him by gently grabbing his hand. “I’ll let you know the next time I need a haircut.” Both of them gave each other big bright smiles and shook hands in agreement of the deal. Preeti closed the door behind Ravi and went back to admiring herself in her new haircut in front of the mirror.