I Sure Could Use a Haircut

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I Sure Could Use a Haircut​

OOC: Looking for one female to cut my hair. Please only reply if you know a thing or two about hairdressing. Thank you. : ) /OOC

I'd put it off long enough. The locks were getting long and the thick dark waves were bushing out of control. It was finally time. I needed a haicut and I needed it bad. I couldn't just go anywhere, though. A haircut is a personal thing, at least to me.

Walking down the ave, I came across the barbershop. No, I thought. I wasn't looking for a barber. It may not be the manly thing to say but even though I only wasn't looking for a style, I wanted a salon. On the next block I found one. Looking inside, a man was trimming a female customer's hair. I'm sure he was a professional and would do a great job, but a man just wouldn't do for me. You see, there's something very sensual about feminine hands fussing with my hair. It's incredibly relaxing. The key was to find the right hairdresser. She didn't necessarily have to be hot either, just feminine and caring. Some of the best experiences I'd ever had were in the capable hands of a little sweetheart with a soft voice and a teapot figure. Not that a knockout wouldn't do, but sometimes they can be intimidating. Her age didn't really matter either. I'd had my hair cut by ladies from their late teens to pushing fifty. I moved on.

There were lots of salons on the ave. The next one was another block down. I peered in the window trying not to look like a creep. I always felt nervous acting like that no matter how many times I had done it before. Hopefully I'd find the right hairdresser for me here.

 

[Elayne]

Selena

She sat in the salon, in one of the barber chairs, flipping through a magazine idly as she waited for a walk in or a phone call.

Selena adjusted her own raven dyed hair, highlighted with red, back from her face as she read the magazine idly.

A dark sweater hugged her slender figure, and sensible beige slacks showed the length of her legs, if not their shape, and hinted at a round, soft behind.

Selena stretched idly, waiting for a customer.

 

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Could you fit me in?

I was wearing a black longsleeve t-shirt and jeans. It was a sunny day and the salon's glass door stood propped open for the slight breeze. I saw the haidresser reading a magazine in one of the chairs. She was alone. She had black hair and a pretty face, but her reading material blocked much of her figure. By her legs I could tell that she was thin. She was actually rather hot. That made me a bit nervous but I had to make a decision before she looked up and caught me leering. Was I leering? Something about her face made my decision. I walked in.

She looked up as I entered smiling shyly. Approaching the front desk I read the appointment book. There were a couple names from the morning but the rest of it was pretty bare. There was plenty of room to add mine.

"Hi," I said. "Could you fit me in today?" I chuckled nervously. "I could use a trim, can you tell?"

I had screwed up already. I really wanted, wash, rinse, cut, dry whatever else she recommended, except probably color, and hopefully she'd take her sweet time doing it all too. I took a look at the slender fingers that were about to soothe my scalp and follicles for the next while. I was starting to get the tingles.

 

[Elayne]

Selena looked up from her magazine, a magazine about rock bands from Europe, tossing it down on her station and getting out of her chair, giving the guy a small smile as she adjusted her sweater, which fit her snugly, showing the outline of her smallish breasts.

She looked over at the appointment book and raised a dark blonde eyebrow with a small grin and said in a soft, throaty voice. "Yes, I do believe we can squeeze you in. What's your name? And have you been in here before?"

She took a pen to write in the name in the appointment book and gave his hair a once over. Usually, the salon attracted mostly female clients, but she imagined she could do something with his hair.

"Do you just want me to neaten it up, or do you want any washing or colouring done?"

 

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That Submissive Feeling

When she put down the magazine I finally got a good look at how fine she was. She gave me a couple extra jitters but there was no turning back now.

"Yes, I do believe we can squeeze you in. What's your name? And have you been in here before?"

Her voice was a total turn on. I had to take a breath to calm myself.

"Dale," I answered, "and no, this is my first time at this salon."

She penned my name down in a tidy, elegant script. The precise care she took weakened me. I couldn't wait to feel her hands in my hair. I was almost turning to jelly already and I wasn't even in the chair yet.

"Do you just want me to neaten it up, or do you want any washing or colouring done?"

"Yeah, I'll need a wash for sure," I said. "I really just need it cut but if you get any other ideas, I just might be game for that too. I dunno, do you think you could do anything with it?"

I was fairly nervous, definitely more than usual. I was hoping it didn't show, or at least if it did that I didn't come across as some kind of creepy wuss. I just couldn't help feeling incredibly submissive in this situation no matter how many times I had done it before.

 

[Elayne]

Writing his name in and motioning for him to follow her back to the wash station.

"Go on and take a seat, here."

Looking over his shaggy head with a certain professionalism and then grinning playfully as she turns the sink on. "I think I can manage something."

Taking the linen cloth to prevent water from getting on his cloths, wrapping it around his neck and pinning it, then hitting the foot lever at the bottom of the chair to lean him back towards the sink.

"Lean back onto the head rest, tilt your head back."

 

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In the Chair

Her fisrt command was for me to follow her to the wash station.

"Go on and take a seat, here."

I sat in the chair as she looked over my coif. Well actually it was a bit more like a nest at this point. I heard the faucets open behind me.

"I think I can manage something."

Her sly grin affirmed that I was at her mercy. Still it gave the encounter a personal touch. It showed that she was into cutting my hair rather than working detached. She wrapped the smock around my neck and it gave me goosebumps. Then the hyraulics kicked in and the chair reclined. I was a captive passenger.

"Lean back onto the head rest, tilt your head back."

The padded rest pressed comfortably into my neck as I eased my head back. I couldn't wait to feel the running water on my scalp, followed by her elegant, professional touch.

 

[Elayne]

Tilting his chair back till his neck rests on the pads, his head dipping back into the valley of the sink.

Turning up the warm water, letting it spill over his scalp, filling the sink till the warm water comes up to just past his ears.

Reaching into the sink, resting her finger tips on his temples, then running them back along the line of his head, sliding her fingers through his tangled hair and shaking her head, pursing her lips slightly. He really has let his hair grow into a state.

Businesslike, she takes a bottle of shampoo and pours it into her palm, then rubs her hands together. Slipping her hands back into the water and beginning to rub his scalp lightly, opening the follicles of his pate and lathering up his hair, stroking her fingers through it lightly as she gently untangles it, not pulling at the knots but rather loosening them with her nimble fingers till they slide free.

Slipping her hands under his head to rub the shampoo into the back of his head and down almost to his nape, humming softly to herself as she works away.

 

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Bliss

The warm water in my hair was immediately soothing. I closed my eyes as not to let my vision distract me from my other senses. Her fingers slid down through my locks and gave me an incredible case of the tingles. Waves of pins and needles criss-crossed over my entire scalp.

Then she stopped. I opened my eyes partially in curiosity to see her applying the shampoo to her palms. I closed my eyes again in anticipation. Her fingers worked the shampoo gently into my hair. I listened to the soft sounds of the water swishing about and the frothy bubbling of the shampoo beginning to lather. There was another sound. She was quietly humming a tune while she worked out some of my tangles with great care. My nervousness was forgotten. I was totally relaxed. Then when I thought that things couldn't get any better, she reached beneath my neck to work the base of my skull, a place which seldom got touched. I almost sighed. She had me in a state of pure bliss.

I recognized the tune that she was humming, but couldn't place it. At the risk of disturbing the mood, my curiosity got the better of me and, with eyes still closed, I broke the silence.

"What song is that?" I asked.

 

[Elayne]

Selena raised an eyebrow in amusement then smiled. "It's by Lacuna Coil.. They're an italian band, not many people know their music."

Grinning playfully as she takes the hand nozzle, turning it on to a light mist and spraying his hair, washing out the shampoo and smoothing his hair back from his face.

"There.. Would you like me to color or highlight it? Or move on to drying and trimming?"

 

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A Little Conversation

"It's by Lacuna Coil.. They're an italian band, not many people know their music."

"Oh yeah," I affirmed. "I have a friend that listens to them all the time. That's where I heard it. They're the band with the flowers on all their CD covers, right? Which one is that, Entwined Together?"

She began to rinse me. The gentle cascade of the hand nozzle felt wonderful on my follicles.

"I actually listen to a lot of stuff that no one else does too," I testified. "Those guys remind me of Lullacry from Finland. They're a bit on the cheesy side, more metal than goth, but I admit they are somewhat of a guilty pleasure."

She brushed back my bangs and locks as she completed the rinse.

"There.. Would you like me to color or highlight it? Or move on to drying and trimming?"

"Well, the weather's gettin' nice so I really just want it short, but not military short. I dunno," I chuckled. "But if you have any ideas, I'm open to them."

I hoped she had something in mind. She seemed to know what she was doing and I felt safe. Anything to lengthen the session would be fine with me.

I saw her framed diplomas on the wall. I read her name, 'Selena'.

 

[Elayne]

Raises an eyebrow and smiles playfully. "Good ear. Not alot of people know gothic music."

Pressing the foot lever, pulling the seat upright.

"Hmm.. Well, we could shave the sides and sweep the bangs from the top over the sides. That'll show the shape of your face a bit. Stylish and neat, but still young looking."

Picking up her hair dryer and turning it on with her thumb, blowing out his hair, plucking at it with her long fingers as she dries his hair just a touch but still leaves it damp enough to be manageable for cutting.

 

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She used the foot pedals to sit me upright as she toweled me off. Facing me towards the wall mirror she demonstrated her vision for my hair with her hands. I couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Hmm.. Well, we could shave the sides and sweep the bangs from the top over the sides...

"I've never been clipped like that before," I admitted, "but you know what? I think I like that idea for a change. Let's do it."

She turned on the blow dryer and resumed her work. Her free hand coarsely plucked through my hair. I was so relaxed that my neck wanted to flop around. I had to keep my head up. I was excited about the new look.

I watched her in the mirror as she worked. Her hands fussed with my damp locks. My eyes couldn't help but trace up and down her figure. She was gorgeous. I hoped she wouldn't catch me looking. My groin began to stir. Sooner or later I'd have to adjust my seating position.

 

[Elayne]

Focusing on her work, not noticing his wandering eyes on her slim figure, studying his hair for a moment and deciding to start by lighting the sides and back lightly first.

Picking up a pair of scissors in her right hand, snipping them once to as she traces her fingers through the hair on the left side of his head, cupping her fingers and then snipping off the excess hair the buds between her index and middle finger.

Sliding her fingers through, gathering up another pinch of hair and snipping it off neatly, his hair falling down on the smock, short clumps at first as she lightens the sides of his head and the back neatens up the back of his head quickly.

Nodding to herself, picking up the shears, running her fingers through the looser hair over his left ear, trying to decide if it's light enough to shear, then clicking the shears on to the 2 setting, close but not too close.

 

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Her fingers ran past my left temple and into my hair. I felt a soothing wave over my scalp before the scissors made the first cut. Snip by snip I felt her hands glide sweetly, carefully through my locks. It felt quite personal, as if my hair mattered to her, even though we were perfect strangers. I wasn't sure if she actually cared, but she certainly made it easy to imagine. Clumps of hair fell to the floor. I could feel the release as my head got lighter.

Selena took the electric shears in hand and eyed me from the front. As she ran her fingers past my ear one more time I could see the shape of her breast hanging not far from my face. Thank God for the loose smock. I could adjust my pants for my erection without her noticing.

She clicked on the shears and I couldn't help a nervous grin. I trusted her, though.

 

[Elayne]

Selena leaned forward, over him, her round breasts swaying beneath her tight sweater as she lightly pressed the clippers just over his ear, shortening and thinning the hair along the side of his head. Shifting around behind him and switching to the other side of his head, shortening the sides so the top looks longer while still neat and clean cut.

Selena smiles softly, humming to herself as she works, resting her hand on the nape of his neck, a slight pressure for him to lean his head forward as she presses the shears to 3, the closest setting, and begins to neaten up the back of his head, cleaning up the line.

"Do you want me to taper the back of your head or square it off?"

 

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Selena smiled as she worked. That was very comforting. It let me know that my mop wasn't just some job she wanted to be over and done with.

Judging by the gentle movements under her sweater, I figured that she wasn't wearing a bra. If not for the sweetness of her touch and the calming vibrations of the clippers I would have been in a state of pure lust. I had to control my breathing somewhat. Selena was being very kind and caring to me and I wanted to respect that. Still I couldn't deny that I wanted her. I had to remind myself that she was at work, somewhere she went more out of necessity than choice even if she did enjoy her job. It wasn't like a bar where if she didn't want to get hit on she could just leave. I figured that this was one place where a man would be expected to act decent. However, if she could give me any sign at all that she was interested in more than just my hair, things could change. Until then I decided to be on my best behavior. It became easier to stay calm as she worked her way around behind me. She hummed another tune. This one I didn't recognize.

Her feminine hand on my neck gave me goosebumps. She urged me to lean forward.

"Do you want me to taper the back of your head or square it off?"

"I really couldn't say," I replied. "You would know better than I would. I trust you," I chuckled.

I tried to get a look at her fingers for any rings.

 

[Elayne]

Selena grinned playfully. "I'll straighten it out then. It's not as easy to maintain but it looks neater." Pressing the buzzing shears to the back of his neck with that distinctive electric tickle. "Besides, maybe this way you'll come see me more often."

Selena straightened out the nape of his neck, then clicked off the shears, hanging them back on her station. Picking up the long handled brush and moving back behind him, lightly brushing the loosened hairs off the side of his head and the stretch of his neck.

"There we go."

Setting the brush aside and picking up the scissors, snipping them once to clear them as she runs her fingers through his hair on the top of his head, looking it over contemplatively.

 

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"I'll straighten it out then. It's not as easy to maintain but it looks neater ... Besides, maybe this way you'll come see me more often."

The friendly banter was more than encouraging. I saw her smiling in the mirror. She finished trimming up the back and put the clippers away. Then she gave my hair a few final strokes with the brush.

"There we go."

She swiveled me to have a last look in the wall mirror. Standing behind me she stroked her hands through my hair once more. My head felt light. I smiled.

"It's a new look. I like it," I said. "Feels great too."

Sensing the end of the session, I savored the final touches of her fingers in my locks. The time had flown by.

"You can just keep doing that for as long as you want," I said. I leaned my head back slightly and wondered how her sensual hands would feel over the rest of my body.

"I could run my hands through your hair too, if you'd like?" If my comments went too far, I was about to find out.

 

[Elayne]

Grinning playfully as she picks up her comb, straightening out his hair then sweeping off the smock with a snap.

"No thanks, I already have a stylist of my own."

Giving him a week as she lowers the chair for him to step out of.

"Will you be paying with cash or credit?"

 

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Shot Down

Selena removed the smock and grinned.

"No thanks, I already have a stylist of my own."

I blushed. I'd been shot down by worse so I guess there was no shame. Still, I was a tad embarrassed.

"Will you be paying with cash or credit?"

"Uh, cash."

I got up and followed her back to the counter to settle up.

"So how much do I owe you?" I asked trying to look anywhere but at her fine figure.

 

[Elayne]

Selena filled out the work slip and rang it in on the till.

"Fifteen, please."

Selena smiled warmly at him.

"And come back sooner next time," she said with a mischevious wink.

 

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I wondered if she had any idea just how sensual it had been for me.

"Fifteen, please."

She smiled warmly as I took out my wallet. I gave her a twenty.

"Keep the change," I said.

"And come back sooner next time,"

She winked at me coyly and I couldn't help but smile. She definitely was every bit a woman. My hair would keep growing.

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