The air hostess' journey

In a small village in rural India, lived a young girl named Priya. She had always dreamt of travelling the world and experiencing new adventures. Her heart was set on becoming an air hostess, and she worked tirelessly to achieve her goal.

One day, Priya received the news that she had been accepted into a prestigious airline academy. She was overjoyed but soon learned that one of the requirements to become an air hostess was to have short hair. Priya's heart sank as she had thick, luscious, and waist-length hair that she had always been proud of. However, she was determined to pursue her dream and was willing to make the sacrifice.

On the day of her admission into the academy, Priya nervously entered the salon where the academy's hairstylist was waiting for her. The hairstylist, Mrs Gupta, was known for her expertise in handling long hair and transforming them into chic and stylish haircuts.

Mrs Gupta greeted Priya with a warm smile and led her to the salon chair. She carefully examined Priya's long hair and discussed the haircut process with her. Priya took a deep breath and nodded, giving her consent to proceed.

Mrs Gupta started by combing and sectioning off Priya's hair. She then picked up a pair of sharp scissors and trimmed the ends of her hair, cutting off the damaged and split ends. Priya winced slightly as she saw her precious locks falling to the floor, but she kept her composure, knowing that it was necessary for her dream.

Next, Mrs Gupta picked up a pair of thinning shears and used them to remove some of the bulk from Priya's thick hair. She skillfully thinned out the hair, making it more manageable and easier to style.

Once the initial trimming and thinning were done, Mrs Gupta picked up a pair of clippers. Priya's heart skipped a beat as she watched the clippers approaching her head. Mrs Gupta assured her that she would be gentle and proceeded to use the clippers to cut the back and sides of Priya's hair into a short and sleek bob.

Priya felt a mix of emotions as she saw her long hair falling to the ground, revealing her now shorter hair. She took deep breaths to calm herself, knowing that she was one step closer to her dream.

Mrs Gupta then used a straight razor to create layers and texture in Priya's hair. She carefully razored the ends, creating a soft and modern look. She then blow-dried and styled Priya's hair, adding some volumizing products to give it a polished and professional finish.

When Priya looked at herself in the mirror, she was amazed by the transformation. Her hair was now a stylish and manageable bob that framed her face perfectly. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that she had made the sacrifice to pursue her dream of becoming an air hostess.

As Priya walked out of the salon, she felt a renewed sense of determination. She was ready to face the challenges of the airline academy with her new haircut, and she was excited to embark on her journey to fulfill her dreams of travelling the world as an air hostess.

Bloomfield Sorority Summer Championship 2022 - Part 1

It was a hot summer morning. The girls were chilling in their dorms. Kate was on her bunk bed reading a comic book, Alli was playing her guitar and Grayson was brushing her hair when suddenly the door banged open!

"Girls did you see this?!" Elle exclaimed! 

She was holding a poster which she obviously tore off the bulletin. The poster read -

Bloomfield Sorority Summer Championship 2022

An exciting 3-day event to test your courage, determination and friendship!

Apply in groups of four

The winner takes home $5000!

"This is literally made for us", Elle continued. "And if we win we could totally go for our vacation in Cancun!"

"Forget the vacation this competition sounds interesting in itself!" Alli said pausing her guitar.

"Are you sure? I heard last year they made the girls eat raw shrimp. That doesn't sound fun to me" Kate added nervously. 

"I am totally up for this. But only for the money" Grayson chimed in. 

And so it was decided that the girl would participate in the summer competition - some enthusiastically, some reluctantly. Bloomfield University was known for its sorority. And it was known for the sorority summer championships where the girls competed in groups of 4. All they had to do was perform the tasks given by the hosts. Failing to do so meant you are eliminated. The competition went on for 3 days until two teams were left where they had to compete against each other.

It was day 3. Elle, Kate, Grayson and Alli's team had survived all three days through extreme courage, grit and determination completing some really gruesome tasks. The last competition was a treasure hunt in which only their team qualified. They thought they had won. But day 3 was not over yet.

The 4 girls were standing in front of the stage with the audience. On the stage was Jake - the host. He held a mic and announced, "Let us all congratulate Elle, Kate, Grayson and Alli's team to become the only team to make it through this year's final. In the 3 days we tested your courage, we tested your determination and we tested your teamwork. Now the only thing that's left is to test your friendship. For the final task, only one of you can participate. If that person complete's the dare, your team wins $5000. But if they chicken out, you lose everything!"

"What is the task?" Elle shouted from the crowd.

"Not so soon honey. You girls get 1 minute to nominate one person from your team. If they complete the dare - you win!"

The team quickly huddled up. They did not know what the task was so they couldn't nominate according to their strengths. After some discussion, Alli volunteered to take one for the team.

Alli marched up the stage. Jake took her hand and invited her to sit on a chair that was set in the centre of the stage. 

"And for your final task..." Jake announced with some theatrics, "My dear friend Alli..."

Everyone's breath stopped in anticipation.

"...is going to shave her head!" Jake finally announced. Everyone's hearts stopped. "Alli you have 30 seconds to choose your decision. Will you go big or will you go home?"

Everyone's heart sank. Alli looked at Kate, Elle and Grayson. They stared back at her. They wasted 25 seconds of their time just staring at each other. 

"Last five seconds. If you don't say anything I'll assume you chickened out Alli!", teased Jake.

"DON'T DO IT!", screamed Grayson!

"Time's almost up", Jake added.

"I'll do it!" confirmed Alli.

The whole crowd fell silent. The team's heart thumped in unison.

"The decision is made! Alli is going to shave her head and take home $5000!" announced Jake.

A volunteer handed Jake a pair of electric clippers. The clippers had no guard. Without batting an eye, Jake flipped the clippers on. Alli's face was expressionless. So were her friends. Jake placed the clippers on Alli's forehead and it straight through the middle. Her soft silky brown hair fell on her lap. The crowd cheered! Jake brought the clippers back and drove them through her hair again. They mowed through the hair leaving a soft brown fuzz behind. Another pass and Alli was completely bald and only had hair on her sides and back. In the same motion, Jake ran the clippers above Alli's left ear. Alli's long brown locks came cascading onto her bare shoulders. Moving around her head with each stroke Jake's clippers were showing no respect for Alli's hair as they ruthlessly shaved through her thick brown hair.

The crowd cheered, clapped and whistled as Jake shaved Alli's hair. Alli was just a few strokes away from being completely bald. After shaving Alli's nape Jake moved to her right. He folder her ear and swept the clippers above them. The clipper ploughed down every strand of hair that it touched.

Lifting up a few leftover strands Jake finished shaving Alli's head leaving behind a soft fuzz of hair barely visible to the naked eye. When Jake was done, Alli stood up shaking all her hair off her body. The hair which was once on her head, like a crown.

To be continued...

I'll do anything to pass

Julia's heart sunk when she saw a 47.5 next to her grade. She needed a 50 to pass. She was in the last semester of her master's degree and an F grade meant she had to repeat the entire semester again. She absolutely did not want to go through the stressful study sessions and gruelling assignments again. All that effort for a job that might not even pay well.

She made up her mind. She decided to walk up to her professor and plead for a few extra marks. She was ready to do whatever it takes. Whatever. 

Julia wasn't always the prettiest girl in class. She had a pretty average body but a cute nerdy face. Many would say her best asset was her hair. Long, messy, dirty blonde. Although she couldn't take care of them because of her university they had become rather dull. But still very thick.

Now Julia was a very bright student. She never had the need to walk up to her professor to ask for a better grade. Her knees felt weak as she was about to knock on his door. This was her first time. A million thoughts crossed her mind - what if he says no? What if he reports her to the student board? She might end up losing her degree altogether.

"Come in!", she heard from the other side of the door. She was stunned. She meekly opened the door. 

"Come in. Please take a seat Miss Julia" said Prof. Andy. A man in his 40s in a neat suit, well-groomed salt and pepper hair. "What gives me the pleasure to see you today."

Julia timidly emerged from behind the door and took a seat. "Professor, I failed my final by just 2.5 marks."

"I am sorry Miss Julia. How can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you could round it off for me. As it is my last semester, I'll have to repeat a year", she pleaded.

"I am sorry Miss Julia. I am afraid there is nothing I can do about it."

Julia was almost on the verge of crying yet she mustered up the courage and said, "I'll do anything to pass"

Suddenly the entire room fell silent. Prof. Andy did not say anything. He sat there with his eyebrows raised. Then suddenly his face became calm yet expressionless as if he was in deep thought. Then he broke his silence.

Writing down something behind his visiting card he said, "Okay then. Meet me tonight at 9:00 pm here."

Julia accepted the card. Quickly picked up her bag and left hurriedly.

It was 8:30 pm when Julia drove to the address. She wore the sexiest dress she had which really showed off her cleavage and put on some make-up. Her each and every action screamed desperation and nervousness but she had made up her mind about what was coming her way.

Exactly at 9:00, she rang Mr Andy's doorbell. She was actually surprised why Mr Andy would give her his home address for what she thought he was going to do to her. Wouldn't it be better in a hotel room or maybe a far off motel on a highway?

Mr Andy opened the door holding a glass of red wine. He was still wearing the same dress suit from earlier that day only this time his shirt was unbuttoned from the top showing off his muscles. Julia was surprised to see that because she never knew Mr Andy would be so fit.

"Oh. Julia! Come in, come in!" Mr Andy invited her in. He held his hand out for her bag and hung it near the door. 

"Please take a seat, Julia. Would you like some wine?" Julia nodded yes, nerves still getting the better of her. Maybe a glass of wine might calm her down, she thought.

Mr Andy passed her the glass of wine. It was a rather expensive one. Julia was impressed by Mr Andy's taste.

"Mr Andy..."

"Just Andy please." Andy interrupted.

"Andy..." she continued, "I have never done this before. I don't...", she was finding it very difficult to find her words when Andy interrupted her again.

"Don't worry, Miss Julia.", he extended his hand out to her. She took his hand and got up. He led her to a room which she thought was his bedroom. But, much to her surprise, there was a chair set up in the room on a piece of cloth. 

"I haven't done this before too." Andy said. He sounded a bit nervous himself, "Please take a seat", he continued.

Julia sat on the chair and she realised she was facing a mirror which was a part of Andy's dressing table. Andy came and stood behind her.

"What are your going to do to me Andy?", Julia said turning around. Andy without really explaining himself reached to his dresser and pulled out a pair of scissors. 

Julia's eyes were wide open and she froze. Andy held her hair near a neck and dug the scissors in.

Scrunch... scrunch... scrunch...

The scissors started eating through Julia's hair. It took Andy a really long time to chop Julia's thick hair off. He placed the hair on Julia's lap.

As Julia was touching her hair she was distracted to what Andy was doing. Andy had now picked up a pair of clippers which he intended to use on Julia. Flipping them on he promptly dug them in Julia's nape. The sudden buzzing sensation really surprised Julia. She couldn't move. The clippers which were fitted with a number 2 guard were doing just a fine job at buzzing Julia's hair leaving a fuzz of brown hair behind. When Andy was done with her nape he moved on to her left side and with an upward motion mowed her left sideburn down. In the same motion he moved further buzzing Julia's side almost up to her temples. Swiftly moving to her right he did the same. Julia's hair was cascading down like a waterfall all over the place. Her shoulders, her lap, her feat and everywhere around her.

When Andy was done shearing Julia as she sat there like a sheep, he picked his scissors up again. Combing Julia's hair on the top which still very long he started snipping them short leaving behind a few inches. Longer at he front and shorter at the back. Slowly, Julia's pixie was taking shape. 

Amidst the shearing Andy said, "Apologies for not tying a cape. You see, I am not a professional and I don't do this very often. Safe to say the excitement got to me!" Julia just nodded as Andy cut her finger and he hair slid down her face onto her cleavage which she had left visible for a very different scneario.

Andy pulled out a small electric trimmer and started shaving stray hair from Julia's nape and side burn leaving a clean skin.

"And we are done!", Andy announced. Julia couldn't recognize herself. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her ears which were usually hidden behind her hair were poking out adorning a cute pair of earings. The fringe on her face was looking very cute too.

"There you go. A new posh haircut to begin your corporate journey!" 

Julia was visibly confused.  

"Wouldn't you need one now that you are passing your semester" 

Julia got up and shrugged all the hair off her body. She turned around and kissed Andy.

The girl next door

Ruby would come to her balcony every morning and evening to comb her hair. Sometimes she would oil them. Sometimes she would braid them. And Thomas would watch her everyday from his window. They would occasionally share a smile. Tom had fallen in love. Not with Ruby. But with her hair. 

One day as the sun was setting, Ruby was oiling her hair in the balcony and Tom was looking at her like usual. Their eyes met and they both shared a smile. "Will you always keep looking at me or will you ever say anything?" Ruby said finally breaking the silence between them. Tom felt shy and looked down. "I like your hair" he said trying to strike a conversation. "I love them too. They are my prized possession. But sometimes they are a pain in the ass." she replied. "Pain in the ass? How?" He asked in a puzzled tone. "You have to take care of them. Trim them regularly. Oil them. And when they get really long, maintaining them is really difficult. Washing and drying them takes hours." Ruby explained. "I can help you out." he said. "You?" Laughed Ruby. "What do you know about hair?" She continued. "Well, if you teach me I'll learn." He replied quickly. Ruby liked his confidence. "My family have gone out and will come only by tomorrow night. Why don't you come over and help me wash hair." Ruby said teasingly taking up Tom's offer to help and went inside before Tom could say anything. 

Tom rang Ruby's bell early in the morning. Ruby hadn't even woken up. She opened the door rubbing her eyes and yawning. He heavily oiled thick hair were tied on top off her head in a tight bun. "You seem too eager to help me Tom. Come in." She teased him once more. She was still in her night dress and he walked in. "I hope you don't mind if we get straight to business." She said taking off her night dress. She stripped down to her bra and panties they stuck closely to her skin. Underneath that was a really curvy woman and Tom was unable to hide his excitement. She left him to the bathroom and started filling a bucket with hot water. "All you have to do is shampoo and condition my hair and give me a good head massage. I hope you can manage that much." As Tom entered the bathroom Ruby stopped him in his track. "Are you really going to enter with your clothes on? Go out and take off your clothes. I don't want you to get wet." He said pushing him out of the bathroom. Tom hurried out and took off his clothes until he was in his boxers. As he returned he saw Ruby sitting on the bathroom floor and a stool set behind her next to the bucket. Tom went and sat on the stool. He checked if the water wasn't too hot. Took some in the mug and poured it over Ruby's head. Ruby closed her eyes as he continued to wet Ruby's hair. He ran his fingers through her hair. He gently started wetting her hair by pouring water on her head and running his finger through her hair until her hair was dripping wet. He opened the bottle of shampoo and poured some on his hand started massaging Ruby scalp gently working his way through from root to the tips. His fingers on her scalp was putting Ruby in a state of trance. She closed her eyes and was just loving the way Tom was playing with her hair. Tom too was taking his time as he always dreamt of doing this and his dream was finally coming true. Satisfied that the shampoo had washed off the oil Tom poured more water on her hair washing the shampoo off. Now it was time for the conditioner. Just like the shampoo Tom took his time with the conditioner playing her Ruby's hair twisting them, running his fingers through her hair, giving an occasional playful tug. "That's enough Tom. Let's wash it off." said Ruby and Tom's dream came to an end. Tom washed the conditioner off her hair with a heavy heart feeling her gorgeous cascading locks for the last time.

Both came out of the bath. Ruby wrapped a towel around her and Tom put on he pants. While he was dressing up Ruby picked up a hair dryer and plugged it in. Switching on the hairdryer Ruby looked at Tom in the mirror and said, "Now they'll take hours to dry off. Some days I wish I had short hair." Tom was watching Ruby drying her hair enjoying it thoroughly. But he froze as Ruby asked, "Do you think I should cut them short?" Even Ruby stopped as she just realized what she she, "I mean like an inch or so. Not like super short." She laughed. "Yeah I mean. It's up to you. If you think you could maintain short hair better you should cut them a little. But long hair looks good on you too." Tom was trying to give diplomatic answers but be secretly wished that she cut her hair too. "Tom, will you trim my hair for me?" Ruby asked Tom out of the blue. "Wh...what? M...me?" Tom stuttered as he couldn't believe what he just heard. Before even he could gather himself Ruby said, "Yes Tom. You were good with the wash I guess you can manage this too?" Ruby's words felt divine to Tom's ears. "Just wait here." Ruby wasn't ready to take no for an answer. And Tom didn't want to give no for an answer too. Ruby quickly went to the kitchen of or tiny little place and brought a pair of small kitchen scissors. She set up the stool in front of the mirror and combed her hair out which was still pretty wet. "Come here Tom. All you have to do is hold my hair and cut a few inches. It's really easy." Tom went and picked up the scissors from Ruby's hands. "How much should I cut?" Tom asked. Ruby's hair reached her butt. She said, "Can you cut them till my waist?" Tom glared at her hair. That was much more than just an inch. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes Tom. Go ahead. Just cut them in a straight line. I'm trusting you with my life." She said holding her hair. Tom slowly started snipping her hair. Strands of wet hair started hitting the floor as he was talking small snips of scissors keeping the line as straight as possible. When he was done he took a few more snips to even it out to make sure that her hair was cut in a perfectly straight hair. 

Ruby pulled her hair in front as she stood up to inspect the haircut. "Spectacular job Tom!" She chirped fully satisfied with what Tom did. "My trust in you paid off!" "Thank you for trusting me" said Tom as his heart was beating out of his chest. Ruby quickly turned around and gave Tom a tight hug and said, "I wish someone could take care of my hair every time!" Ruby then looked at Tom and said, "Do you want to go out for coffee Tom?" Shy Tom just nodded a yes already thinking how he would be able to live his dream more often now!

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.