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...

Kidnapped

Mrs. Macy was a highschool teacher. In her early 30s, her petite figure had all the high school boys crushing on her. Her soft features were only accentuated by her long red hair which reached her waist. They were healthy and thick and recently cut into layers but the hectic schedule almost always had her hair in a bun. Her husband was into the tech business.

One day while returning from school she was walking down a lane which was unusually empty for that time of the day. But since it was her regular route, Mrs. Macy did not suspect anything unusual. But suddenly an black van slowed down near her. The windows were tinted black. A man in a black sweater and black pants wearing a black ski mask jumped out of the rear sliding door and pulled Mrs. Macy in. He swiftly covered her mouth with choloroform rag.

When Mrs. Macy woke up she found herself in a vacant warehouse tied to a chair. She tried to scream and run but her lips were shut tight with a duct tape. 

"Oh so you are awake" said a deep voice from a distance. He emerged from the the darkness and set up a camera in front of her.

It was only when the kidnappers contacted Mrs. Macy's husband he realised that she had gone missing.

"One simple way to get you wife back. Give us $1 million in cash and take her away."

"But...but...I don't have that kind of cash lying around." Stuttered Mrs. Macy's husband.

"Then kiss your wife good bye. Every hour you delay, your wife will lose her hair." He said and disconnected the line.

Tears rolled down Mrs. Macy's eyes as she sat helpless tied to the chair.

A beep of a digital watch marked the passage of an hour. There was no sign of Mrs. Macy's husband nor the money. The kidnapper came close to her dragging a very old table. The table hosted a pair of scissors and clippers. The kidnapper switched on the camera ones again. He picked up the scissors. Went behind Mrs. Macy and opened her bun. Her hair cascaded down like a waterfa. He held her hair near her shoulders blades and chopped them of in one snip. Showed the hair to the camera. And dropped them on the floor. And like that in one snip Mrs. Macy's hair was reduced to the mid of her back.

Another our passed by as the watch beeped. There was no sign of Mrs. Macy's husband. The kidnapper grabbed the scissors once again. Switched on the camera to give Mrs. Macy's husband a live feed. He showed no mercy as he chopped her hair near her nape. He did not even bother to maintain a straight line. Mrs. Macy's hair were in a jagged bob barely reaching her shoulders. No screaming helped Mrs. Macy as she remained helplessly tied to the chair.

Mrs. Macy was really hoping her husband would show up. She was praying. Begging. But there was no sign of him as another hour passed by. This time the kidnapper picked up the clippers as he switched on the camera. He stood behind Mrs. Macy and flipped the clippers on. The humming of the clippers muffled as he dug them into Mrs. Macy's thick hair right in her partition. One pass of the clippers left a straight bald line right at the center of Mrs. Macy's head as her hair fell on her shoulder and lap. Another pass. Another bald patch. A tear escaped Mrs. Macy's eye and trickled down her cheek. The kidnapper was showing no mercy. He made quick long pass. The heavy duty clippers were doing the needful showing no resistance to Mrs. Macy's thick hair. After the top of her head the kidnapper kept the same motion as he shaved Mrs. Macy's sides. He folded her left ear and in two passes shaved her left side clean. Doing the same to the right the kidnapper moved to her back as he could hear the police sirens wailing in distance. He started shaving her hair even faster. In three quick passes he shaved the back of her head. As the last lock of her hair hit the floor the kidnappers heard the police breaking down the jammed door. They needed to make a quick escape and got into their get away car and disappeared in thick smoke left by the car. 

The kidnappers did not get the money but got the pleasure to shave Mrs. Macy's hair. 

Mischievous lovers discover their fetish

Angelina and Tom studied in the same class. Angelina was a babe. The talk of the school. She had the perfect figure and the most plumpy lips. Needless to say she was a cheerleader but was also q tennis player. She had long and straight blond that she tied in a high ponytail. The blouse, skirt and stockings really brought out her curves. Tom was as handsome a a boy could be. His wavy hair always neatly groomed and face clean shaved. He played baseball. With his chiseled jawline he looked really handsome in the school's suit and tie uniform.

Now Angelina and Tom were attracted to each other. But they were two young to understand that. In fact they thought they hated each other as they were always competing for grades. They would always try to annoy the other person or get them in trouble. From hiding each other's stuff to tripping each other in hallways they never missed an opportunity.

One day, Angelina hid Tom's baseball shoes and he had to miss his practice after school and got a mouthful from his coach. Tom wanted to get a one up from Angelina, a revenge. He usually sat behind her in class and had a habit of chewing gum. While in their last lecture for the day Tom stuck chewing gum on Angelina's hair without thinking much about it.

Tom returned to his room after his baseball practice and saw that his room was already open. Slowly and steadily he crept in his own room when Angelina pinned him to the wall holding his collar with both her hands. 

"What the fuck were you thinking Tom? I know it was you. No one else can do this. I know it's you!" She started screaming at him.

Surprised by the sudden assualt Tom said, "Wh...what.. happened?" 

"You stuck chewing gum to my hair bitch do you know how much I love my hair?" She broke down crying with anger and dropped on Tom's bed. Realising the gravity of the situation Tom immediately held her shoulders and said, "I am sorry Angelina I did not know my actions would affect you so much." 

"There is no point saying sorry Tom. The damage is already done."

"How can I fix it Angelina?" He asked still maintaining his sorry tone.

"You want to fix this now? You want to fix this? Give your scissors!" 

Without any delay Tom grabbed a pair of scissors and handed ove them to Angelina. Angelina swiftly cut the strand stuck to the chewing and threw it at Tom. He soft hair fell on the floor like feather.

"Here. Fix this!" She said again breaking down into tears.

"How do I fix this Angelina. There is a bald patch on your head." Tom said softly.

"Just fix it Tom." She cried.

Tom went into his bathroom and came back with a pair of clippers he would use to shave his face. He lifted Angelina's face from her hands and flipped on the clippers. Angelina's blank eyes with spread mascara looked back into Tom's equally blank eyes. I took the clippers and ran straight though Angelina's middle partition leaving a strip of fuzz. Quickly he made a few more passes and Angelina's locks casacaded down to her shoulder leaving the top of her head practically bald. He folded her left ear and swiftly made a few more passes and shaved the left side of her head. The bed was slowly getting covered with her hair. She sat frozen through the proces her eyes still staring at Tom's face. 

He followed the same process for the right side and bent her head down. She obediently obliged. Tom held the clippers on her nape and pushed them upwards digging then into Angelina's hair. The clippers kept buzzing her hair till there was nothing left. 

Tom lifted Angelina's face again. Her mystic eyes glimmered and she looked gorgeous with a bald head. Tom took thr same clippers and placed them in Angelina's hair. He held her hand and guided them to his hair. They both held the clippers as Tom dug the clippers in his own hair and a few cury locks fell on the ground. He now handed the clippers to Angelina and let her shave his head. Angelina did not show any expression and shaved Tom's head as Tom sat in front of her in submission. After his head was shaved Angelina switched off the clippers and just dropped them on the ground. They both looked at each other for a moment. And came closer. And closer. And shared their first kiss.

In a hurry they undressed each other still kissing each other passionately. Tom threw Angelina on th bed which was covered with her hair. And jumped on her. And they made love for hours.

Losing a bet? Or winning it?

I met her at a bar. It was a Saturday night. She was wearing a tight black dress and was looking really hot in the disco lights. He her was short and that's what I really found attractive.

She was sitting at the bar with her drinks. Away from the dance floor, away from her friends. I thought this was the best opportunity to strike a conversation.

I hopped on the bar stool next to her and glanced at her. She seemed pretty gloomy. 

"Drinking away our sorrows today?" I said trying to spark a dialogue.

"I broke up with my boyfriend. So my friends dragged me to the club. Not really feeling it though."

A ravishing girl? With short hair? And single? My mind started wondering

"Mind if I buy you a drink?" She agreed. This was my cue. I signalled the bartender to repeat her drink.

"You look gorgeous in this dress" She just smiled. I was trying hard to speak but I think she was lost in her own thoughts.

She chugged her whiskey as the bartender poured her another and looked at me. She looked beautiful in the dim light. Her hair was too short to be a bob and too long to be a pixie. Her cute ears were visible and her ear rings dangled by her shoulders.

"I really like your haircut" I just said unconsciously. I really didn't mean to make it evident or say it so soon but the moment took over.

"Haha it's a funny story" she said finaly giving a faint yet genuine smile.

"Tell me about it!" I said finally seeing the conversation heading somewhere. And somewhere that I liked.

"So a couple of months back when I was still with my boyfriend..." Aah I didn't wamt her to go down that road but I was interested so I kept listening.

"...there was one time where we placed bets. The one who wouldn't complete the dare loses. After a few stupid bets like eating spicy food or shop lifting chocolates we were taking the bets to the next level. We were walking in the city centre when my boyfriend spotted a roadside babershop. Calling it a shop itself would be an over statement. It was just one chair under the shade of a tree. Mirror nailed to the tree trunk. A shelf was bolted to the wall next to it which had a few equipments. The barber was an old man - thin and short. He was sitting on the barber's chair itself reading a newspaper and smoking a cigarette and periodically flipping the ash. My boy friend say,

"I dare you too..." He took a pause and said, "Shave your head" he said pointing at the barber.

My jaw dropped. A pit formed in my stomach. He never complimented my hair like you did. But I did not know he was so insensitive that he wouldn't mind me getting it shaved. But I wasn't someone who would back down too and took up the dare.

We walked up to the barber. Seeing us approaching him the barber dusted the chair with his newspaper and invited my boyfriend to take a seat. My boyfriend said, "Shave her head." Not used to catering to female clients the barber was taken aback. When I sat down on the chair he realised we were serious so he just shrugged and pulled out a cape. He lifted my hair which was shoulder length back then and tied the cape around my neck. He sprayed my hair till they were dripping wet. He picked up a straight edge razor from the shelf and changed the blade. He sprayed some after shave on it to disinfect it. He parted my hair in middle using his fingers. I dug the razor in my hair at the top of my head and kept scraping along the partition. And few strands of hair fell on my lap. It was very embarrassing getting shaved in the open as the on lookers glanced at me with their judgemental stares. My boyfriend just stood there he didn't even seem to be moved a bit. The barber just kept shaving till I had absolutely nothing left. Before even I could absorb what happened amd the pile of hair on my lap the barber sprayed some water on my head and shaved it again. He took of the cape and my hair fell on my feet and the floor on the dust. All gone to waste. The barber applied some after shave on my head and that stung like hell."

I was absolutely lost imagining as she narrated and I only came back when there was an awkward silence after she was done with her story.

"I bet you looked great even with your hair shaved" I said.

"Do you think so?" She said feeling shy and she tucked her hair behind her ear. The hair was not long enough to be tucked and escaped.

I tucked the strand behind and said holding her face, "I really think so"

"Do you want to see me bald?" She asked leaning towards me.

"I would love to" I said leaning towards her.

After sharing a passionate kiss she said, "Why don't you invite me over for a haircut date? You'll get to see me bald only if you shave my head" 

We sealed the deal with a kiss and headed home.