High School Haircut by Terry

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In the late '70's when I was in high school, the Drama Club decided that the musical production for the year was going to be the Rodger's and Hammerstein's "South Pacific." This was a story about life on a tropical South Pacific Island during World War II.

I tried-out and got a part as one of the sailors. This was my first musical production as I usually perform in the pit orchestra.

So we rehearsed hard and long, several days a week after school.

As the time for the show approached, the teacher/director called all of us together and told us that since this was a musical about World War II, and we were portraying members of the military, it was going to be necessary for us to get our long hair cut.

He told us that of course we wouldn't have to pay for these cuts, that a local barber and supporter would be doing the hair and make-up for the production.

This was not a very popular idea, as most of us had long hair down over our collars in those days. So we were each given a business card for Becky's Barbers and told to get to the shop in the next week before the evening of the performance. We were told that the barber would be present that evenings and would be cutting the hair of the ones who hadn't made it to her shop yet. We were told it would definitely be better to go in ahead of time than to wait until the evening of the performance when there would be little time to do a really good job. Wait a minute! Did I hear "Her Barber Shop?"

So a couple of buddies of mine who also were in the play and I kicked the idea around amongst ourselves, none of us really wanted to get our hair cut. Some of the guys said they weren't going to do it , and just quit the production.

After thinking about it over the weekend, I decided "what the heck" and took my two buddies with me for support. We drove up to the new shop in town and reluctantly went in.

Inside I saw a very attractive young lady standing next to a red leather barber chair. My eyes locked onto her long frosted blonde hair. I didn't even notice the other two equally attractive lady barbers each cutting other customers' hair in their matching chairs ( I have always loved frosted hair)

As I started to sit down in a waiting chair, the frosted beauty told me to have a seat in her chair instead. She looked straight into my eyes with the most beautiful laser blue eyes I had ever seen, and said "My name is Becky." I told her my name. She then asked me "What are we doing for you today sir?"

I told her I was in the high school drama production and was sent to her for a haircut. "Ah," she said, "I've been waiting for you guys, I know what you are here for."

As I sat down a traditional white pinstriped cape slowly descended over my body. Becky expertly massaged my shoulders a couple of time before folding my shirt collar down inside my shirt and then wrapping a tissue around my neck and clipping the cape tightly around my neck.

I heard the sounds her looking through her tool drawer behind me and since I was sitting facing the waiting chairs and not the mirror, I could not see what she was doing.

In a few minutes the honey-haired goddess began combing-out my long hair. "Wow," she said "You really have a very nice thick head of hair." "It's a shame it ALL has to go!"

"Thank You" I answered, before the words about it "all having to go" sunk into my mind.

Suddenly, I had this sinking feeling and it became very difficult to talk, breathe and swallow. By this time I was getting a bit nervous about this haircut and this beautiful lady's attempt to calm my fears. We hadn't even discussed the haircut.

"Okay," she said. I heard the comb click as it was placed back on the counter. "Let's get started." "It will all grow back" Becky said.

I heard a set of powerful motor-driven clippers start running. I felt a hand gently but firmly tip my head downward almost to the nice clean pinstriped cape and hold it there. I heard the clippers getting closer to my ears and then heard the pitch change as they began to chew through the long "David Cassidy-styled hair" on the back of my head.

I have always loved getting haircuts, and watching receive them as well. This experience was beginning to remind me of the many hundreds of barber shop crew-cuts I received bi-weekly as a little boy. I figured that since I'd already felt those clippers plowing the hair off the back of my head, I might as well sit back and enjoy this one as well experience.

"Okay, you can raise your head back up now" Becky told me, as her hand accompanied my head back to the normal position. She smiled at me, and I could tell she was enjoying this haircut. I smiled back at her because I loved having someone so beautiful cut my hair even if this cut had to be so short.

I could see by the looks on the faces of my two buddies waiting for their cuts that they were quite shocked with how much hair had been sheared from my head in such a short period of time. I just shrugged and sort of smiled at my buddies.

Becky turned the chair slightly and started low on my cheek with the clippers and began to remove my left sideburn. With a puff of hair it was gone, only the clippers didn't stop there, they kept right on going up the side of my head stripping, and depositing sheets of hair on the cape and in my lap. Worse, it felt as though the clippers had gone all the way to the top of my head. I guess this was going to be one heck of a haircut. She kept right on removing hair over the top of the ear, going back from the front of the ear first, then starting from the nape area and clipping forward while holding the ear out of the way to get full access with the clippers. The heavy thick hair was really raining down on the cape, and some of it was rolling down to the floor like tumbleweeds in the Old West. .

The chair was turned again, and the right side got the same treatment.

Once the sides and back had been cut to the same length, I heard a loud click as Becky changed clipper blades. My head was then pushed forward again, and the nape was clippered again, only this time the clippers were only run about halfway up the back. I could tell by feel and length of the short prickly hairs that were falling on the cape this time that there couldn't be much hair left. The back of my neck felt bald.

Becky then used the same blade around the bottom of the sides again about halfway as high as before. This time I heard the clippers stop and heard them being hung back up on their hook. The next thing I heard was a loud pop followed by a gentle humming.

These tiny edger clippers were used to complete the removal of my beloved sideburns and to carve white outlines over the ears and down behind them as well as across the back of the nape. The edger was then used to taper the lower nape very close. I couldn't imagine how I had any hair at all left on the back of my head with all the clipping action.

When the clipping on me stopped momentarily, and Becky went back to the drawer, I couldn't even begin to anticipate what was next.

I had been so interested in my own haircut, that I had not noticed the both of the other guys who had entered the shop with me had been ushered to the other two chairs in the shop, and they were undergoing the same treatment as I was. I noticed large piles of hair beginning to pile up in their laps and around the chairs where they were seated.

My thinking was interrupted by Becky with a long brush and sweet smelling talcum powder, carefully sweeping the hair away from my neck and the top of the cape. She unclipped the cape, removed the paper strip from around my neck, and threw it on the floor. She removed the cape. I started to lean forward, thinking the haircut was finally over. "Where do you think you're going?" Becky asked "I'm not done with you quite yet." She said with a slight wink of those neon blue eyes.

The cape was replaced around my neck loosely, but not clipped. A paper towel was inserted into the back of my shirt where my collar used to be. I could tell from the way the towel tickled my neck that my hair must be extremely short in the back. Becky's warm hands tucked the towel in securely inside the shirt.

I heard an electric motor running, but because my back was still to the mirror, I could not see what was next. Becky stepped up beside the chair, and began to spread hot lather over the stubbly area where my sideburns used to be located. She looked me in the eye and quietly said "You'll like this part almost as much as I like doing it." She also spread lather over the tops of my ears, down the sides behind the ears, and completely across the back of the nape. She then left me for a short period of time. I thought to myself "Boy I hope none of my friends see me sitting here all lathered-up like this I must really look like a dork." The lather had a very clean smell I recognized it as the old Colgate Barber's Lather. "This will soften the hair" she said." Excuse me, I must go to the bathroom." " Don't go away, I'll be right back" she said with another of those winks.

This whole experience was beginning to make me more than a bit aroused. I wondered if Becky was such a flirt with all of her customers. My thought was interrupted by Becky's return. It looked as though she had put on some make-up while she was gone, as her face looked more red than I remembered it before.

She walked over to her drawer, opened it up and took out her barber's straight razor. She stopped long enough to take the blade out of it, and replace it with a brand new one. " I want this to be Really close" she said.

With that, she touched me above the sideburn and pushed upward with her thumb to stretch out the skin tightly. The straight razor made short work of the stubble of the sideburn. Then she used a lot of very short strokes over the ear, and then down the outline behind the ear, stopping to wipe the lather and shaved bits of hair on the towel tucked into my collar before moving to the other side and repeating the shaving strokes.

Then it was time to shave the nape. I heard the lather machine running, and felt her coat the nape with a fresh coat of the hot lather. She then shaved the nape, reinforcing my belief that I was probably totally bald.

"Okay, that wasn't too bad was it?" She asked with a big smile as she removed the paper towel and used it to wipe the leftover traces of lather from my face and neck. " I don't get to do that much anymore with the longer haircuts and styles."

She put another strip of tissue around my neck and then clipped the cape back around me again. I must have looked rather puzzled, because she told me "Silly, we still have to cut the top!"

It occurred to me that both of my friends had already been sheared, shaved, and were gone from the shop. I also noticed that the other two barbers had swept-up and left for the day. Becky turned around and locked the door, and turned the sign to "Closed, and lowered the shades.

She approached and began spraying the long hair on the top of my head with some scented stuff in a bottle. She set the bottle down and begins to rub the top of my head with both hands and her long fingernails. This felt so fantastic that I relaxed and sighed deeply. She started combing the hair straight up from my head and cutting it off in large hunks with large barber shears. She combed the hair straight down in my eyes, and used her scissors to cut an opening for my eyes to see out. When I could finally see again, I was looking straight into her big beautiful blue eyes and smiling face. Then she parted my hair on the side and combed it over. I noticed a puzzled look on her face. She combed the hair back up and cut off another smaller chunk of it and combed it over again. She must have done this 3 or 4 times before she was satisfied with the look.

Then she began attacking the top of my head with her razor, which she had placed a guard on. "This is just to thin it out so it will lay-down good" she said. "A lot of women would kill to have a head of hair like this" she told me. It felt as though she was tearing out the hair instead of cutting it with the scraping noise the razor made going through my hair. Again hair was falling all over my shoulders, down my nose, on the cape and the floor.

Finally after several combing cutting and recombing sessions, Becky stepped back and admired her work. "It looks great!" she said as she smiled and used her hand to feel the back and sides checking the precision taper lengths.

"I guess you'd like to see it too" she said as she unlocked the chair and turned me to face the mirror. I must have looked shocked because Becky asked "Too short?" with a giggle. I said "Well normally I'd say yes, but under the circumstances, I guess this was what I am supposed to wear". After looking at it for a few minutes Becky told me "Well I know it will take some getting-used-to." It was short I have to admit, but I did still have some hair, and it was so expertly tapered. I felt the back as Becky used a hand mirror to let me look at it. There was still hair on the back. I felt it and it went from a slick shaved portion at the very bottom, up to about ¼ inch at the top.

With that she turned me around again. "Well we have to do something about this little cookie-duster moustache Becky said. I heard something that sounded like a ratcheting noise as she placed the headrest on the barber chair, then saw Becky with her hand on the handle of the barber chair.

"Okay, back you go" she said. She explained that she was going to remove the moustache, since service people weren't allowed to have them. The big chair reclined and the next thing I knew I was horizontal, looking at the ceiling of the shop and right in those beautiful blue eyes again. I heard the loud click and the humming of the edjer clippers and for the first time I saw how small they really were, as she used them to carefully remove the moustache.

"I can't let you go out of here looking like that" she said, as she unclipped the cape, and pulled it loose from my neck, tucking a towel into the front of the cape. I heard that gentle motor sound and immediately my face was covered with hot creamy lather. "I have always loved doing this" Becky told me. "I bet at your age you've never have a real barber shop shave before have you?" I managed to shake my head slightly, being careful not to shake off any of that fantastic hot lather.

I heard water running and heard her soft voice telling me "hot towel." Before these words sunk in, a very hot wet towel was placed over my face, leaving me only a small hole to breathe through. She patted and massaged the towel on my face. When it cooled slightly, it was taken off and more hot lather was applied, followed by another hot towel. was When the lather was applied for the third time, Becky bent over me and began to methodically shave my whole face from the sideburns to the neck, to the chin area to the area under the nose where the moustache had just been removed using that perfectly sharp straight razor.

Almost all the organs in my body were totally relaxed, except for one. I hoped this would not be too obvious and create an embarrassing situation. Once the shaving was done. Becky used her hand to rub over my face checking for any remaining growth she might have missed. She smiled at the perfectly smooth face. "Smooth as a baby's butt." She said.

This was followed by another of the fantastic hot towels and some fantastic lilac-scented facial cream with a facial massage that could only be described as "Heaven." The cream was removed with another hot towel. A cold towel was then applied "to close your pores" Becky said, followed by some fantastic after shave, applied with Becky's palms.

Just about the time I thought this fantastic experience was drawing to an end , I looked into those beautiful blue eyes again. Her sweet lips met mine and she gave me the most passionate kiss I have ever had.

One of her hands went under the cape and grabbed the one remaining organ that was not relaxed. I felt the pressure against the zipper relax, and felt a warm soft hand around my manhood. "Oh we cannot let you go out of here like this" she said as she kissed me again.

"Up you go" she said, as she raised me back to the sitting position, and removed the cape.

A bit confused, she said "Come with me," and took me by the hand. She opened a door, and led me up the stairs to her apartment. I spent the most erotic night in my life there making love to this beautiful woman.

I asked her if she treated all of her customers like this and she replied "Only the ones who are really INTO HAIR LIKE YOU AND I ARE" she said as she gave me another one of those fantastic kisses that made me feel like the ground was shaking.

The night of the performance Becky and her two employees applied everyone's make-up and delivered a few buzz cuts for those who had not made it to her shop beforehand. I wondered if I would be able to find her in the packed house crowd. When it came time for my part I looked out in the crowd, and saw her sitting in a VIP front row seat given to her by the director. She was, smiling proudly from ear-to-ear.

A few days later, I later asked the Director if he had ever been to Becky's Barbers, and he sort of smiled before beginning to turn beet red, and excusing himself. Needless to say, I had to visit Becky's Barbers frequently as my military cut grew out to have her trim it up so it wouldn't look quite so shaggy.

A year or so later, she closed-up her shop and moved to Las Vegas to ply her trade there.

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