Persuaded and Shaved by SheShavedme

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I was about 25 years old, a decent looking guy with a good build, but more of a rugged look.
I had dark brown hair that was never longer than 3/4s of an inch and usually buzzed short.
I had brown eyes, short beard, average height, decent muscle but nothing super out of the ordinary.

The job I was working took me to a small town in Kentucky.
I had been on the road for about a month for my job which meant I'd have to get a haircut soon.
Since I was on the road a lot I would always try to support the local barbers and not go to the chains like Great Clips.
Its usually a good experience because the barbers are usually old men that really appreciate the business.
They will talk my ear off about the history of their little towns and I usually end up with a cool experience and decent haircut.
But this all changed with a new town and new barbershop.

Like I said I rolled into a small town in Kentucky and checked into a motel.
As I unpacked, I looked in the mirror running a hand through my now very shaggy grown out buzzcut.
It had been about 4 weeks since my last buzz and the heat was tremendous this week.
I finished unpacking and quickly left to find the towns local barber.
Walking around the June heat was quickly getting to me.
It had me considering going shorter than I usually do (little did I know).
After about 10 minutes I found what I was looking for.
A spinning barber pole that stood out against the other shops.
I pushed the door open to find a completely different atmosphere compared to what I usually find.

It was a bright shop and much more modern than a typical small-town barbershop.
Art hung up on the walls and everything seemed fairly new.
It seemed recently remodeled.
I saw a boy in the barber's chair getting a buzzcut and a mother reading a magazine sitting on a bench.
The thing that was most surprising was the barber was a woman about 30 years old and drop dead gorgeous.
She had jet black hair cut into a chin length bob that angled up in the back revealing a shaved nape.
She had on a white tank top and shorts underneath her black apron.
As I walked in she flashed a intoxicating red lipstick smile at me and said "hello, I'll be with you shortly!"
With a smile back I just said "ok" and took a seat on the other side of the bench the young boys mother sat.
I watched as she quickly finished the boy's buzzcut and collected payment from his mom.
They left quickly and the barber dusted off her tools and chair.
Then she turned to me with a bright smile and said "ok, ready for your turn?".

I smiled and walked over to the chair and sat back as the cape was thrown around me and quickly secured.
She combed my hair and gently hummed as she appeared to be scouting out my head and hair.
After about a minute I was about to tell her what I wanted but she spoke first.
"I have a recommendation for you if you'd like to hear it."
Surprised and caught off-guard I said "sure".
She said "you have a more rugged look that I think I can enhance a little more with a short cut".
I said "go on".
She said "I think a shaved head would suit you extremely well and it would look really good with a slight beard trim as well".
I was surprised by her suggestion and at first I was against it.
"I don't know about a shaved he____
She quickly said "I know it sounds a little extreme but with your facial hair, face shape, and muscular figure you'd look great!"
Then she added "plus, head shaves are one of my favorite things to do to a client..."
She flashed me another deadly smile and I decided then that I would be leaving bald.

I watched as she oiled her clippers and prepared her station for the haircut.
Then she quickly walked behind me (the air that swept pass delivered her perfume to me).
She firmly (yet somehow tenderly?) pushed my head down to my chest and ran the clippers up the back of my head.
I could feel the teeth of the clippers nipping at my skin.
She was certainly working them with expert precision and pace.
As she worked around to my right I finally got to see the damage.
I was shocked to see the clippers removing everything!
Seeing my reaction, she encouragingly said "you're going to love a shaved head trust me!".
I said "well...I have no choice but to keep trusting you at this point".
She giggled as she placed the clippers at my forehead and quickly ran them over my head.
I started to relax and enjoy the clippers running over my head.
It was a enjoyable sensation having the bare blades nip slightly at my skin taking me as short as possible.
Then she walked to the counter and put a guard on the clippers.
She once again took control of my head as she trimmed my beard to a length she felt was more reasonable.

After a few more minutes I was awaken from my daydreams by the clippers being clicked off.
I looked in the mirror and saw a bald bearded man that looked older and much more mature.
I was still looking when the barber ran her hands over the stubble on my head obviously enjoying the moment as well.
Her red nails traveling over my newly denuded scalp as she said "told you you'd like it".
I was enjoying the massage and look she was giving me in the mirror and gave her a confident smile.
I was now sure that she felt the same attraction to me that I had towards her.
Then she pulled away and said "if you liked that you'll love this next part".
I couldn't wait.

A warm lather was spread around my head and then wrapped in a steaming towel.
While this was softening the stubble on my head, she spread lather on my face and started to shape my beard.
She laid the chair back and I just relaxed and let her shape my beard anyway she wanted.
She couldve done anything that she saw fit to me at this point I trusted her so much.
After a few minutes I was upright again and the towel on my head was removed.
She relathered my head and said "now the fun part!".
She expertly shaved my head with the grain.
I could see my smooth skin where the razor had wiped off the shaving cream.
The first pass was completed, and she lathered my head for a second time.
This time she went against the grain and went a little slower.
She was laser focused and the sensation of the straight razor on my skin felt amazing!
As she applied yet another round of lather she said with a chuckle "you're getting the Cueball treatment today!"
I said "as relaxing as it is you can shave my head all day long if you want".
She started the last round with the razor and flashed me a smile in the mirror and said, "don't tempt me!"

With a cold towel she wiped my head and face down removing any shaving cream and hair.
Once satisfied she massaged a heavy lotion into my scalp.
She razored off a couple of very small patches she missed and continued to run her hands over my smooth scalp.
The feeling of her head massage on my freshly skinned head was incredible and very sensual.
Then she rubbed a beard oil on my face that was extremely refreshing, and my beard looked great.
She then applied a oil to my now exposed head that gave it a dull shine.
I felt like a new man as she removed the cape and I stood up out of her chair.
My hands went to my head, and I was shocked as I felt the complete smoothness of my scalp.
Not a single hair was felt.
I was staring in the mirror when the barber walked up to me.
She handed me a card with a number on it.
She said "while you're in town how about you take me out to dinner sometime?" and again she flashed that smile.
I smiled back and asked "how about tonight?"


THE END

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