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Adventures with the Pizza Guy, Pt. 2 by myboyfriendisbald


I have to tell you, I’ve never been more mortified by anything in my life. What had I done?! How could this have happened?! I tried to maintain composure and I returned Tom’s smile, "Hi, Tom. I’m going to have to reschedule if that's ok? I had unexpected company drop by."
Tom looks puzzled but nods, "Oh, um, ok. I’ll reach out via email."
"Perfect, thank you for understanding." I give him a little wave and shut the door. Immediately I go to the pizza box on the front desk, the address is for the building across the street! This poor guy, who was actually Jake, had simply shown up at the wrong place at the wrong time! I was horrified by my actions.
I rushed back over to where he was still tied to the chair and immediately began undoing the ropes. "What’s going on?" Jake’s eyes were still heavily dilated and he cocked his head like a confused puppy.
"I cannot apologize enough," I said, "Jake, I really need to explain this situation to you. Please, come sit over in the waiting area, those chairs are way more comfortable. Can I get you anything to drink?"
He shakes his head and stands up, stretching. Then zips his fly closed. Without the stupid visor and his unkempt hair he actually looks dashing, but now’s not the time for that. His erection is gone anyway.
Once he’s seated in one of the plush chairs I have for clients, he looks at me intently.
"This is so embarrassing," I begin, "I put out a Craig’s List ad, asking for a guy to let me cut his long hair off. It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while now. The guy who came to the door just now was that guy, Tom. He was supposed to be here at eight, he’s a half an hour late. You just happened to get here about fifteen minutes early…"
"And you thought I was Tom," Jake finishes.
"Yes, exactly. All I knew was he had long blond hair and was thirty-something. I’d never seen a photo, didn’t know his profession, nothing."
Jake nods, "Well aren’t I just f-king unlucky."
"You delivered the pizza to the wrong address, 110 is across the street, this is 101."
"Oh for f-ks sake," Jake shakes his head, "I’m sorry, I’m new to this route. I’m new to this job. I got divorced last year and I’m working three jobs to try to support my daughter and keep a roof over our heads."
"Oh," I say, patting his shoulder sympathetically, "Oh Jake, I am so sorry. This is all my fault. Gosh I’m a monster!! Who doesn’t confirm the name of the random guy they invite over for sex?!"
Jake snort-laughs, "Let me guess, Tom wanted a dominatrix type for the evening? So when I resisted it just made it worse, didn’t it."
I nod, "Yeah…"
For the first time since I’d buzzed it, Jake rubs his newly shorn head and sighs, "Well, at least you didn’t murder me."
"I don’t know how I can make this up to you," I say, trying not to cry.
Jake lets out another deep sigh, "Well other than a magic pill to grow my hair back, or a new job, since I’m definitely going to get fired from the pizza gig…"
I bite my lip as an idea pops into my head. It might be a far-fetched idea, but I’m desperate.
"What if I hire you?"
"Wha-what?"
"I can hire you, as an apprentice. I’ll teach you how to cut hair. I can’t help you grow your hair back, but I can give you a job."
"I have no idea how to-"
"It doesn’t matter," I say quickly, "You can learn, I promise. I’d train you, for free obviously. I can even rent you the apartment over the shop if you’d like, if that would help?"
I know can afford a different apartment for myself if it means getting myself out of this debacle.
"You’d really do that? You don’t even know me."
"I have to make all of this up to you, Jake. Truly, I am so sorry. Just say the word and I’ll make it happen."
"You don’t have to keep apologizing. It was an honest, albeit very weird, mistake, Vanessa. Wait, that IS your actual name right?"
I laugh, and then say sheepishly, "Uh, no. It’s Sadie. I just didn’t want to give out my real name, it felt weird…"
Jake gives me a small smile, "Sadie suits you much better, if I’m being honest." Then he extends a hand, "Maybe we should start over. I’m Jake O’Neil, nice to meet you."
"Sadie Keller," I reply, shaking his hand, "Lovely to meet you, Jake."

After that night I immediately went online and put in an application for two apartments so I’d be able to make good on my promise to Jake. I couldn’t believe this had happened, I’d shaved someone’s head and almost j@cked them off, entirely without their consent! I felt horrid, and the thought of inviting actual Tom to my shop made me nauseous now. I’d avoided even reading his most recent email.

Jake had agreed to come by on Sunday and let me give him a quick crash course. I figured even if he sucked at cutting hair initially, he could man the phone and sweep up while he learned.
Jake arrived right on time. He was dressed in nice dark wash jeans and a blue striped button down. And, he’d shaved off his ratty looking beard. Had I not been the one who rid him of his long hair, I wouldn’t have recognized him as the same man from Friday!
"Good morning, Jake," I said cheerily. I was dressed in my normal work ensemble of denim overalls with a plain white tee underneath. I had my hair tied back with a bandana to keep it out of my face while I worked.
"You look less intimidating today," Jake teased, stepping inside.
"And you clean up well," I replied, "How are you adjusting to the buzzcut life?"
He blushed, "My daughter was so confused, she cried because she didn't recognize me. But she told me I look handsome this morning, so I think it’s growing on her. Her opinion’s the only one I really care about, so that’s good… I do have one favor to ask though."
"Yeah, anything."
"Can you clean it up around the neck and ears a bit? I feel like I look like a middle schooler with it all one length all over."
I nod slowly, "Like a fade?"
"I guess that’s what they call it? Yeah. Sorry, I’m new to this. I haven’t had hair shorter than my ears since… forever?"
"Here let me show you some examples," I take my phone out and pull up photos of some of my client’s styles for him to look at.
He scrolls through them and then turns the phone back to me, showing me a picture of one of my regulars who maintains a very crisp skin fade, "Something like this. That looks more, I dunno, mature?"
"It’ll take a lot longer to grow that back out," I say.
"I uh…" Jake blushes deeper, "Listen, I’m not saying that what happened on Friday was a good experience. But I can’t lie, I was… I was really turned on by it? And I showered this morning and I was just rubbing my head constantly, it feels so weird, but so damn good… I think I might keep it short for a bit."
"It does really suit you," I say earnestly, "I’m glad it grew on you, no pun intended."
I motion for him to sit in my chair and slip the cape around his neck. Thankfully this time he’s a willing participant.
"Is it true, what you said about every guy who gets rid of their long hair? Do they all really not miss it?"
I laugh, "Honestly I have no idea, I’ve never done that before."
"Wow, well you were very convincing," Jake grins, "I mean, you sold me on the idea."
"I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you’re so understanding," I tell him, as I begin clipping away the 1/8th inch hairs from his neck.
"Oh I was a wreck Friday, and on Saturday morning. Especially until my daughter got used to it. But then by Saturday night I was laughing about it. I mean, what are the chances?"
"Not very high," I muse.
I take my time clearing the back and sides of his head with the guardless clippers. His hair was pretty short to begin with so I don’t have a lot of length to play with for the fade, but I made it work. Once I’d made a decent perimeter, I took the straight razor and some shaving foam and carefully scrape off the tiny amount of stubble left behind from the clippers. I do this at his nape, and from the bottom of his ears down on the sides. Jake shudders when my thumb presses into a freshly shaven spot.
"Well that’s a new, kind of erotic, sensation."
We both kind of chuckle at that.
I finish shaving and hand him a mirror so he can see the back, "That looks very polished, if I do say so myself."
Jake’s mouth falls open, "Holy cr@p, that’s sharp! Wow I actually have a decently shaped head. You know it’s weird, now I can’t even remember what I looked like before."
"You’ll definitely turn more heads now," I say with a smile, which I immediately realize sounds a bit like a flirtation.
"You think?" He says with a twinkle in his eye.

After that, I start training Jake on some of the basics. I show him where everything is in the shop. We go over the basic tools. And then I get out a mannequin head so he can practice a bit with scissors. He actually catches on very quickly. By the end of the day I feel fairly confident he can handle doing blow outs and bang trims at the very least. "I’ll have you shadow me for Monday and then we’ll go from there."
Jake nods, "Sounds good boss... Hey, I have a weird question."
"Shoot."
"Are you still going to invite actual Tom over?"
I feel myself blush, "Probably not, it would feel icky now."
Jake shrugs, "Well he did want a haircut, right?"
I nod, and then Jake throws me for a loop, "Maybe I could practice on him, how hard could it be to shave someone’s head?"
"I mean, if you’re really interested I can ask him."
"Might be kinda fun," he laughs, "Plus, it apparently puts both of us in the mood…" He gives me a sly grin.
"Jake, you dirty dog you!" I realize he’s flirting back with me, and my heart sings a little. Is this really happening? Did I really accidentally find a partner in Jake?
Only time would tell…



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