Summer Job by whodak

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Summer Job

My dark blond hair was past my shoulders – a haircut for me was a “slight trim to even up the ends”. When wet, it was 6 inches below my chin. I loved my hair, but never felt it looked good on me hanging loose. For that reason, I always wore it in a ponytail – which became my trademark.

The summer of my sophomore year, I got a job working for a computer company. The owner, Paul, was a good-looking, forty –six year old man. He was about six feet tall, with an athlete’s body. He had straight brown hair that he wore in a short tapered, long on top (business-type cut). He would always come to work with a wet head of hair all slicked back. Throughout the day, his hair would dry and all day it would fall into his eyes. During the day, he would wet it - run a comb through it – plastering it down, -till the next dry spell. He was a great boss, and talked about the fun and laughs he had in college. Once Paul came up behind me while I was on the computer - reached over and grabbed a pair of scissors – pulled my ponytail, and started snapping the scissors in the air – saying “come on, let me cut this off”. I would pull away and say, “no way”!


The Next Summer


Back at the job, things were the same, Paul would still come in with that “slicked” look. Mid-July the company started a renovation. I had to fill a van with things to be stored at Paul’s home during the construction. It was during one of the trips to his house that I saw a picture of Paul with a group of people – with a flattop!! – a perfect one.

The following week at the office I mentioned to Paul that I had seen the picture …I told him I thought the flattop looked great on him and suggested he get one again…. He quickly said, “DEAL - I get one, you get one! …The idea got me crazy… but I said no way!!

About a week later, I was at my computer and turned around to see a new Paul. He had gotten a flattop – the best I had seen – bushy, full and made him look years younger. I was speechless (and horny). He grabbed my ponytail, and pulled the rubber band off. My hair seemed to expand from a tight ponytail to a lions mane. No one in the office had ever seen my hair out of a ponytail. As he grabbed a handful of hair, Paul said, “My God - I didn’t know you had THAT much hair! – Lets go to my barber and get this cut”. From then on, it was as if was in a trance, I heard myself say, “Okay – lets do it”.

I remember pulling up to the barbershop, walking in, and I sitting in the chair. All the way over, I was captivated by Paul's new look. As I sat there, Paul told the barber to cut my hair like his. I was so excited, but also felt like crying. Then Paul picked up a pair of scissors, and started snipping them in the air. I looked at him and said… “Do it” – and with that, he reached in back - pulled my ponytail back… I heard and felt him slicing through my hair… then he handed me about 14 inches of my beautiful hair…. Again, I wanted to cry… but at the same time wanted more!

I felt the barbers’ strong hand on my head and the cold clipper blade gliding up the back of my head, over and over… he would flick the hair onto the cape. My bangs were hanging in front of my eyes, so all I did was look down at my lap as the hair piled up on it. I was surprised when the clippers stopped and he scissor cut the top … as I looked through my curtain of bangs, he sliced them way above my eyes. I picked them up and smelled them…. I could feel tears coming to my eyes.

He sprayed my hair with water, and to my surprise got out a hairdryer and blew my hair back. I was amazed it stood 2-3 inches high. Under the cape, I was about to explode. Experiencing this transformation was driving me Crazy! I reach up and ran hand up the back of my head – and the feeling was fantastic, for one last time, I also ran my fingers through the few inches of hair on top. I was amazed at how thick and full my short hair felt.

As I gazed in the mirror, I watch as the barber skillfully flattened my hair. I knew from that moment on, that I would be just as fanatical about my short hair as I was my long hair. Paul and I left and went back to the office… both looking and feeling our best.

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