Gus entangles his boss by Manny

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This is a sequel to the story "James Transitions to Middle Age"

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James' return to the bank with his new military look had everyone in a tizzy.

"Have you seen the boss? A horseshoe flattop!"

"He looks like a drill sergeant!"

"And he had such nice hair, such shiny locks!"

"Those fiery auburn highlights, totally gone!"

James relished the stir he had created with his new, ultra-short look. It made him feel extra macho, extra bossy! He paraded through the whole office so that no one could possibly be unaware of his new shoe and gleaming, shaved noggin.

And then he spotted Princess Gus....those beautiful ginger locks, flowing down to his waist, unbound so that the soft waves were on full display! Gus was always certain to let his marvelous hair cascade down the back of his chair. It took a little of the heat off his neck and showcased his prized mane.

"Good morning, Gus," James said as he strutted up to the cubicle where the long ginger locks dangled on full display.

Gus turned around, and his face went ashen.

"Mr., uh, ah, Mr.," Gus stammered looking at the boss and his new military haircut.

"I want to see you in my office," James snapped. "In half an hour. Be punctual!"

James strode away knowing that poor Gus would sit there in a fit of nerves waiting for the 30 minutes to drag by.

Exactly half hour later, a hesitant knock was heard on the door to James' executive office.

"Come!" the boss commanded.

As Gus tentatively pushed the door open, it creaked ominously.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" he said in a very submissive tone.

The boss motioned his underling to enter and close the door.

"How do you like my new haircut, Gus?" James asked, flashing a toothy smile. He stroked his shaven scalp as he leaned back in his executive chair and put his feet up on his desk.

Gus gulped. He was afraid the chat might have something to do with hair.

"It's very short, sir," he responded.

"That's an understatement!" James exclaimed.

Then, James slipped into a business mode, sitting up straight in the chair.

"Let me get straight to the point, Gus. Your hair needs to be cut. I'll be sending out an updated grooming policy this afternoon. But, I thought you and I would have a little chat in advance because, well...." The boss did not try to conceal his glee as he put Gus' flow on notice.

James stood up and walked around from the desk. He came right up behind Gus and focused fully on the luxuriant mane.

"Because this display of hair...well, I find it quite distracting!" the boss pronounced.

Gus quaked as his locks came under the boss' intense scrutiny.

"I could secure it in a bun," Gus offered tentatively. "It won't be as distracting fastened close to my nape."

"Perhaps not, but it would still attract too much attention. Your colleagues need to concentrate on their work. Your hair will be cut! SHORT!!" the boss concluded with finality in his tone.

Gus whimpered submissively. "Yes, sir. Cut short."

"In the barber shop, after work today, all eyes will be on these locks. Especially as they fall to the linoleum floor," James chuckled.

Gus remained frozen in fear and silent.

James took a tress in his hand. Then he grasped an even more abundant amount. Finally, he pulled all of Gus' hair into a makeshift, massive tail.

"This is all coming off," James cooed in Gus' ear. "ALL of it!"

Seizing Gus' hair like that was an ultimate act of dominion. Gus accepted the handling and pawing of his locks meekly and submissively.

Gus felt drained. But he would not give his boss the pleasure of seeing him tear up.

"If that is what you've decided, sir, then it must be cut," he said in a voice that came across convincingly calm. "I've always known the day would come...in fact, now that it's here, I feel somewhat relieved. Long hair can be a big bother. I've been waiting for someone to issue the ultimatum like you've just done, sir. Thank you."

This was not the response James had imagined! He wanted to see Gus weepy and pleading that his locks be spared.

James drew close to the mass of ginger hair. The smell was intoxicating, and its silken sheen was quite incomparable.

"Perhaps you would like to take me to the barbershop yourself and give the barber a precise instruction, sir," Gus said quietly.

James was impressed by the offer. Gus was more of a man than he'd believed...to be so unfazed in the face of impending loss.

Gus' resolve softened James' approach.

"A bun?" James said, contemplating Gus' idea. "Let me see how that would look."

Gus' eyes sparkled. "Would you like to fashion it into the bun, or I could do it...." Gus seized on the momentary hope that his long hair would be spared.

James seated Gus in a comfortable chair, as if he were in a salon. He enjoyed manipulating the mass of soft, ginger hair.

"There's so much of it...." James murmured. "It's truly quite beautiful. Stunning, unique. And SO long!"

He began pulling the long locks into a tail, which he coiled round and round. Such a copious amount of hair! The bun was massively large.

"There's too much hair to make it stay in the bun," James noted.

"Then, get the scissors," Gus said spontaneously. "Cut it all off. Here! NOW!!"

Gus felt bold and empowered by the thought of short hair.

James complied. He pulled out a large set of desk shears out of a drawer and brandished them, opening and closing them repeatedly.

Gus admired his boss' bold shoe! He wanted one. Suddenly he felt himself hardening into excitement.

James grasped a copious lock and brought the shears to it. He primed the scissors and was poised to whack off a shank of hair at the nape.

"WAIT!" Gus exclaimed. "I've changed my mind! I want to sit in a proper barber chair. I want your barber to shoe me!"

"Really, a shoe?" James stammered, incredulous.

"When I first saw you today, I was immediately struck by how manly you looked. Very authoritative and commanding," Gus confessed.

"And that's the look you want for yourself, instead of this princess image you've cultivated?" James asked.

His fingers lingered a bit in Gus' mane.

"Let's enjoy your long hair a bit longer, before I take you to the barber," James said.

James thought back to the way he used to brush his thick exec coif and admire it in his private closet mirror. He retrieved his brush from his brief case and began plying in through Gus' long tresses.

Gus groaned with delight. He enjoyed the attention and caresses.

"You can cut it if you so desire, sir," Gus suggested, still caught between wanting to preserve it long and wanting an end to the flow.

"I would like to fashion it into a plait, Gus -- a thick, long ginger plait....and then coil it up into a magnificent bun." James grabbed some rubber bands from off his desk. He enjoyed playing hairdresser to Gus. The coiled ginger, once secured at the nape in a massive bun with rubber bands, looked marvelous. It was the size of a huge wasps' nest.

"This will be your new look in the office, Gus," his boss said as he led him to a private mirror inside the closet where his coats hung.

Gus beamed with delight. His hair had been saved by its own amazing beauty. And, he was now the boss' special pet.

James hands strayed into the most private of areas.

"As long as I can count on you styling it for me each morning, sir," Gus said, smiling in a shy, alluring manner. "Perhaps here, in this very closet."

Then he touched and caressed James' shave scalp for the first time. The shoe was so menacing! He was glad he had escaped the shears, clippers, lather and razor! At least for the present....

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