Servant Boy by Brown

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This story will be written through Jawaad's perspective.

I am a 23 year old man who works as a servant for a wealthy business man named Mr. Calvin. One day I was given an offer I couldn't refuse

Mr. Calvin: Hello Jawaad, some of my business partners are coming in a few hours and I need you to be their server. I'll pay you a thousand dollar bonus but theirs a catch.

My eyes widened as I was intrigued. I asked Mr. Calvin what the catch was.

Mr. Calvin smiled as he told me that he will shave my head and beard.

I was taken aback but I really wanted the thousand dollar bonus so I agreed.

Mr. Calvin lead me into the restroom and had me sit down. He began to tie my shoulder length curly black hair into several sections. Mr. Calvin told me that I could make some extra money on the side by selling my shoulder length hair. I thought it was considerate of him to think about how I could make more money.

I looked in the mirror as my hair was tied into several poney tails as Mr. Calvin took the clippers out and asked me if I was ready.

I told him I was and he began shaving chunks of my hair and laying the severed poney tails on the counter. I began to sweat as I anxiously sat watching my hair being shorn. Soon enough all my severed hair laid on the counter with numerous poney tails ready to be sold.

Mr. Calvin laughed as he rubbed my shorn head, "There that's better, a simple zero all over! That was a pretty drastic change wasn't it?"

I felt dazed as Mr. Calvin rubbed my prickly bald head but I managed to awkwardly laugh as I agreed that it was a drastic change.

Mr. Calvin firmly grasped the back of my head and shaved my beard off as well. Now I was completely shorn with a uniform zero stubble head and zero stubble facial hair.

Mr. Calvin relishing on my shaved appearance began rubbing my shorn head with both of his hands. It felt so strange having nothing but stubble on my head. I was told to take a shower and put on this new uniform which was a white buttoned shirt with a Boe tie.

After I did that I looked at my reflection. I looked like a humble servant.

Soon Mr. Calvin's friends came and they all sat talking and laughing loudly. I was instructed to serve shish kababs at 5pm. When the time came I served the men the greasy spiced meat.

Many of them made comments on my appearance such as, "What a handsome waiter, he looks so clean with a shorn head."

I noticed there wasn't any napkins but Mr. Calvin told me not to worry about that. After the men finished eating their hands were all greasy. Mr. Calvin announced to the men to show their appreciation to the server which meant me. Mr. Calvin instructed me to bow my head down as one by one the men began rubbing their greasy hands on my bald head as they thanked me for my service.

After the guests left my greasy shorn head shined and Mr. Calvin handed me the thousand dollar bonus. A part of me was greatfull for the money but I was conflicted if I will ever accept another one of Mr. Calvin's strange bonuses.

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