Poor Choice of Words by Barbie Girl

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Type your story hereI stared at the books on the shelf and ran my fingers along the edges of the old bindings. The antique bookshop had been here for years, but I had never been inside, until now. The smell was anything but new; the old books had filled the shop with their heavenly scent. All of a sudden I felt a pull on my waist. A sharp tug spun me around.

"Hey! Oh. Hi.” I said sheepishly, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. A nervous habit when I was in the presence of attractive men, or more specifically this one.

"Hello,” Robert said, flashing his brilliant smile.

He kissed me. I could feel my toes curling in my shoes. I tried to pull away, but he didn't relent until he wanted the kiss to end.

"We're in public!” I said with a small laugh as my cheeks flushed.

"Hasn't stopped me in the past, won't stop me now,” he said, pecking my cheek.

I playfully tried to slap his arm, but he grabbed my wrist before I could and guided the hand to his chest. When I didn't move it, he grabbed the other hand and placed it on his lower left abdomen. He then leaned in and I gave him a kiss back. I gently pulled away. This was not the place.

"Wait here,” I said as I turned to walk away.

"Why?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he studied my face.

"Stop being lawyerly! Just wait,” I said.

I could feel his eyes watching my body as I put on a show, letting my hips swing back and forth. When I got to the next aisle I pulled apart two of the books.

"Psst.”

The books across from the gap I had created opened up and Robert's face peeked through.

"I'll be waiting for you on the balcony,” I whispered, "forth floor, but give me five minutes.”

As I ran to the staircase and up the stairs, I knew those five minutes would be more like two. When I got to the forth floor balcony I quickly laid down the blanket that I had packed into my purse. The balcony was perfect. Not totally secluded, but covered in ivy, so that if you were lying down passersby wouldn't see you. I was ready to fulfill his fantasy, but I was not ready to be seen. Approximately 15 seconds later, Robert sauntered through the door.

"I told you five minutes!”

"I couldn't wait that long!”

"Clear…” before I could finish my word his lips were pressed firmly against mine. Having sex on a balcony had always been something he has wanted to do and I certainly wasn't opposed to it. I had never found the right time, until now. Drenched in his kisses I felt totally safe and secure. I could tell he had been surprised, but in a completely good way.

In a matter of seconds his hands were all over my body and mine were all over his. Soon we were in heated passion and then full-blown ecstasy. Our breathing finally slowed and then I started to quietly laugh.

"Babe, that was amazing,” he said, slightly out of breath.

I just smiled as I straightened the folds of my dress. He stood up and zipped up his pants.

"Ready to get out of here?” he asked.

"Yes,” I said as I grabbed his hand. We walked down the steps together. My face flushed as we walked out of the bookstore, even though the owner knew nothing of our little rendezvous.

"God, you're gorgeous,” he said, kissing me on the cheek. I blushed.

"After that, I'd do anything to repay you,” he said as he opened the car door for me.

My ears perked up. Had he just said anything? I felt myself getting turned on at the thought of my own fantasy being played out. I got myself settled into the car.

"Anything, huh?” I asked nonchalantly. He had not even realized what he had said.

"That was incredible!” he said looking at me as he started the car engine.

We drove to my apartment. When we got inside, Robert plopped himself on the couch.

"I think I am going to take a nap,” I said with a false yawn.

"Okay, I'm going to watch some TV,” he said flipping on the television.

I entered my room and locked the door. I sat at my vanity and slowly applied my make-up and curled my hair. I rifled through my drawers until I found my sexiest pair of black lingerie. I slid them on and threw a satin robe over the top. I had to look damn sexy if I was going to convince him to let me shave his head. The pair of clippers were hidden in a box at the back of my closet. I pulled them out and unwound the cord. I bit my lip, barely containing my excitement both physically and mentally. I plugged the clippers to the outlet that was nearest to the door.

I unlocked the lock and peeped my head out. Robert was still watching TV.

"Hey, Robert,” I called from the bedroom.

"Yes?”

"You said something earlier after our little experience. Do you remember?”

"Hm? No. What did I say?”

"That you'd do anything to repay me?”

"Yes, and?”

I flipped the switch on the clippers that he couldn't yet see and they roared to life with a loud buzz.

He turned to look at me.

"Oh good God.”

"Perhaps a poor choice of words?” I asked, turning them back off.

Robert knew about my fantasy, too. Ever since I could remember I had been obsessed with idea of cutting a guy's hair super short. Any small thought could get me going and he was well aware of my dirty little secret. Unfortunately, he wasn't too keen on the idea of cutting off his brunette coif. Every time I brought up the subject, he was quick to change it. He nervously started touching his hair. It was always well kept and fit his signature style he wore to his work as a lawyer.

"A very, very poor choice of words,” he replied.

"Hair grows back,” I said with a shrug.

"And what if it doesn't?” he asked, a tinge of worry in his voice, "What will my colleagues say?”

"Does it matter? I promise you, you're gonna look hot. All of your features are going to stand out, your brows and eyes, especially. I wouldn't do it if I didn't think you'd look extremely great!”

His face formed a pout.

"But I like my hair…and it's never even really been that short.”

"Then it's time for a change! You said you'd do anything…and I expect your butt in a chair, in the kitchen, in one minute,” I said, placing my hands on my hips. That fact that he was so nervous made me sort of giddy inside.

I unplugged the clippers in my room and wound them up again. I then went to the bathroom and grabbed a new razor and some shaving cream and then walked back out to the kitchen. I set everything on the counter.

Robert was standing next to a chair he had moved to the tile floor of the kitchen.

"You can sit,” I said, plugging the cord into the kitchen's electrical socket and setting the clippers on the counter.

He reluctantly sat down.

"I really don't want to do this,” he buried his face in his hands.

I walked in front of him.

"No?” I asked, pulling on the tie of my robe and then letting it fall off onto the floor. He looked up and smiled.

"How about now? I promise I'll make it worth your while,” I said with a smirk.

"Dammit.”

I started to laugh.

"Do you want me to take anything else off?”

"All of it,” he said without hesitation, "but I want a strip tease.”

I unhooked the bra seductively and dropped it to the floor, the panties soon followed as I did a little slightly embarrassing dance. It would all be worth it.

"A naked head shave, huh? I can roll with that.”

He eyed my body. I walked behind him and started rolling my hands through his hair. He closed his eyes.

"You can look, but you can't touch until we're all finished,” I said in a gentle whisper. His eyes fluttered open.

"It's a good thing I like you,” he replied, "You're making this really difficult.”

I giggled.

I went from his head, to his neck, to his shoulders, massaging him to loosen up the tension.

"Can you take your shirt off?” I asked.

He quickly peeled it off and threw it on top of my robe.

"Are you ready?” I asked.

"Not really, but I really like you,” he said.

I leaned over so my breasts were near his face.

"And I really like you, too.” I said, with a smile, "Trust me, you're going to look great.”

I grabbed the clippers and turned them on. The buzzing sound filled the room once more. I could see the goose bumps lining Robert's arms.

I walked around to the front of him.

"Close your eyes, take a deep breath and relax.”

"But…”

"Shhh…” I placed a finger on his lips as I sat down on top of him with my legs crossed.

"I really just want you to do it,” he said.

I felt him take a deep breath and hold it. I placed the guardless clippers at his hairline and slowly slid them back straight down the middle. He exhaled.

"Oh, God. What have I done?” he opened one eye and looked at me.

"You can't go back now,” I said.

He let out a wimper I could tell was fake. He was playing into his role. I smiled, he had listened to what I wanted.

I ran a finger over the bald patch. His whole body shivered.

"The pompadour is no more,” I said with a laugh.

I pushed the clippers into his hair, again. The hair fell in a clump down his back.

"I'm really hating and really enjoying this experience all at the same time,” he said. I just smiled and crossed my legs tighter.

"Somebody's turned on,” he said with a laugh. He was easing into the haircut.

"Don't be a hyprocrite,” I said, I could feel him getting hard under his gym shorts.

"I still can't believe I'm letting you do this right now.”

I stood up and walked to the back of the chair, cutting off more hunks of his brown locks, watching them slide down his naked torso into his lap. Pretty soon his head was nearly bald. I ran my hands over the short bristles. My hormones were going berserk. I walked to the front and stepped back to admire my work.

"Damn.”

Robert looked up at me, biting his lip.

"How does it look?”

"Really, really, really good,” I replied.

I walked over and straddled him, pushing my body as close to him as I could go. Skin on skin. Our lips met in what felt like a display of 4th of July fireworks. I couldn't keep my hands off of his hair…or lack thereof.

I pulled away.

"We're not quite finished, yet.”

Robert let out a sigh.

"Run your hands over your head,” I commanded.

He gingerly did.

"That is so weird,” he whispered, "Can I please look?”

"Not yet!” I said excitedly.

I pulled out the shaving cream and sprayed a huge dollop in my hand. I rubbed my hands together, warming it up and then slowly spread it over his head.
I took the first swipe with the razor.

"Okay, that officially feels even weirder.”

I took my time razoring what was left of his hair away and grabbed a towel to wipe off his head.

"Robert,” I whispered, "You are very bald…and about to get very laid.”

"Finally!” he said, grinning up at me. His hands went to his head.

"You can go look now,” I said, admiring my work and his body as he walked away.

"Holy s**t, I look so different!” I heard him exclaim from the bathroom.

"Do you like it?” I called in a singsong voice.

"Maybe? It'll definitely take some getting used to, but I guess it doesn't look half bad.”

I walked to the bathroom. He brushed past me and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the bedroom. I giggled.

"It is time for me to make your fantasy a reality, miss,” he whispered.

We dropped onto the bed and the perfect morning turned into a perfect night.

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