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.

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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.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Tiffany was working in her front yard when she saw an unfamiliar pick up truck pulling over in the house next to her. A handsome young man got out the truck wearing cargo shorts and an unbuttoned shirt showing off his muscular physique. Immediately Tiffany recognised that this is the new tenant that was going to arrive in the place next to her.

Tiffany walked closer to notice that he had a lot of boxes loaded in the back of his truck. The packers and movers had already shipped most of his stuff. But the boxes looked too big for one person to carry. Tiffany waved hi from across her lawn, "Hey you need help with those?" The steanger looked at the boxes. Taking a minute to think, he said "Yeah I think I do."

"By the way hi I am Tiffany" 

"My name is Smith" the stranger introduced himself.

The entire task of carrying the boxes inside and setting the things up took the entire evening leaving both of them drenched in sweat. "Thank you so much for helping me out today. If it wasn't for you, I probably still would've been struggling with the boxes." 

"Hey you really don't need to mention that. Just remember the favour when I need one" she said tying her hair in a bun. The moment she made the bun she realised, "Oh my god we got so busy moving the boxes I absolutely forgot about my hair appointment." 

"I am really sorry" Smith started apologizing, "I probably should've done thus myself. So sorry for putting you through this." 

"Hey it's perfectly fine. I can reschedule it. By the way I noticed you don't have anything to eat, what are you plans?"

"I am supposed to meet my friend tonight for dinner and I am going to make it in time because of you."

"That's great! Why don't you come over tomorrow for breakfast?" 

"That's so nice of you. I would love to" he said. Waving each other goodnight they headed back home.

The next morning Tiffany heard a knock on the door. Assuming it's Smith she shouted from the kitchen, "Come in it's open!" 

Smith was drawn to kitchen by the fresh aroma of eggs, bacon and coffee but what actually caught his attention was Tiffany standing with her back at Smith. She just out of shower and still in her bath robe, towel tied around her hair and bathroom slippers. She looked ravishing. 

They both sat down for breakfast where they talked about what brought Smith to the town and how Tiffany has lived here all her life. They talked about how their past was and how they wish their future would be. After the breakfast Smith thanked Tiffany, "Thank you so much for the breakfast and helping me out yesterday. And I am really sorry about your hair appointment. If you don't mind, I can return the favor by giving you a haircut?" 

Tiffany was taken aback for a minute, "Do you know how to cut hair?" 

"Well, I won't lie. I was no hairstylist in my past life. But there is first time for everything right?"

"I have never let anyone touch my hair. But there is first time for everything I guess?" She said.

"So that's a yes?" 

"It is. Let's go to my bedroom!"

Smith followed her to the bedroom.

She pulled off the towel from her hair and dropped it on the bed and shook her head to drop her bun. "So? How do you want to do it?" She inquired.

"I guess we'll need a pair of scissors and a comb" he said

Tiffany pulled a drawer in her dresser and pulled out a comb and a pair of scissors. They weren't particularly hairstyling scissors but good enough to get rhe job done.

"Where do I sit?" She asked. He asked her to sit on the floor crossed legged in front of the mirror. He himself sat behind her on the bed and started combing her. Hair he detangled her hair with dexterity and combed them well before asking, "How short do you want them?" 

"Well not too short!" Tiffany exclaimed. About shoulder length. Tiffany's hair was red. And reached where her bra strap would be. Smith combed her hair for one last time and with a few quick snips he cut Tiffany's hair into a straight line just below her shoulders. Her hair plopped down on her lap and around her with each snip of the scissors. Giving a few finishing touches he showed Tiffany the final results. Tiffany asked him to make the straight like a U. A few more snips followed and Tiffany was enjoying the process. Satisfied with the length and the cut Smith started combing her hair and held it like a pony tail. He felt the tipsnof the freshly cut hair. And Tiffany could see Smith's reactions and expressions in the mirror. He gently slid out his dick which was already very hard. Tiffany was shocked to see this and she froze. Smith started brushing the hair on his dick. Looking at Smith enjoying himself and looking at his dick really turned Tiffany on as she started touching herself. Smith kept fucking her hair as Tiffany reached climax too. Smith couldn't hold it as his dick exploded and he came all over Tiffany's hair. Smith just dropped coldnon the bed as Tiffany climaxed. 

When both of them recovered they realised what had happened. "I guess you'll have to give me a hair wash Mr. Hairdresser" Tiffany sighed catching her breath. They both went to the washroom and stood under the shower having steamy shower sex. 

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.