One For The Rest Of You by burrlypup

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(Readers: This is an experiment, way out of my comfort zone... let me know what you think.)

This morning I woke up and made some coffee, read my e-mails and hopped in the shower. I ran a hand over my head, feeling the soft, plush hair returning. My former blond locks that I kept so meticulously styled were my trademark, but now just barely visible. A week before, my team had shattered sales records at the dealership, and I paid my end of the bargain: They could shave my head, put an end to my fussy mane.

Sean, the most ambitious and eager to see me lose my hair, seemed to sell a car to anyone who stepped on the lot. My team took turns with the clippers and I was mortified as the hair hit the floor. I was aghast at my own shorn image when I took a selfie. As the cape was removed and I rubbed my buzzed blond hair, Sean tapped my shoulder and pressed me back into the chair. "It's not shaved yet, my man!” Sean grinned and pulled a Mach 3 razor from his pocket. Within ten minutes, he had lathered up my head, shaved it, put on more lather, then shaved it again, but against the grain. Sean seemed to enjoy shaving my head immensely, though this added step was quite humbling. I had no idea how my wife would react, but she was out of town and seemed amused when I sent her a photo of my gleaming bald head. And the pile of product laden blond locks swept up into a dustpan.

A week later, my hair is now as long as it was after the clippers were used. As I soaped up in the shower, I felt a soft, delicate hand wrap around me. My wifes long, slender frame pressed against mine, tip-toe to kiss my neck and rub my fuzzy skull. Her smooth, feminine body felt amazing as I turned and kissed her. It had been 3 weeks since I dropped her off at the airport, and she was home a week early. I'm about 6 inches taller, so I wrap my arms around her and lift her up while she wraps herself around me.... this is a bit of a treat, so I figure she wants something. She becomes ravenous with her touching and groping. "Down, boy,” she says to me. I obey. Whatever brought out such an animalistic side I intended to keep going.

I felt her rub something on my head, she continued to rub it all over as I closed my eyes. I figured she was shampooing my barely there hair. I was in heaven, her fingers massaging my neck and scalp. I opened my eyes when I felt the blade run from my forehead to crown. I looked up at her, rinsing the razor under the shower, tiny blond stubbles circling the drain. I smiled and so did she. She must have shaved my head three times, I was worried about the razor burn, but she was extra gentle. Her hands felt amazing rubbing my smooth scalp there in the steamy shower, and I thanked her until the water ran cold.

Fast forward an hour. I'm in my shirt and tie, driving to work. I glance at my shining head in the rear view mirror, thinking back on the amazing events of that morning. I rub my head, nape to my now-absent hairline, then around the sides. Not a patch of stubble. That woman got it all. I smiled and walked into my office. Sean copped a rub and teased me again. I swear he must have some sort of bald fetish or something. But, then again, apparently so does my wife. I don't mind that one bit.

"I'm surprised you shaved it again.” Sean told me.

"Just some incentive for your hard work. How about this: as long as you keep the teams sales up, I keep the baldie?”

"Better stock up of razors, buddy. You're gonna be bald a while!” Sean snickered and left my office. I could hear him telling his team of my new offer. I smiled and read a text from my wife.

‘Can we keep it shaved for a while? It really turns me on.' she wrote.
‘As long as you want, honey.' I texted back and rubbed my head, thinking of taking a half day to run home for seconds.

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