Summer Job by Doug G

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My dark blond hair was past my shoulders a haircut for me the past few years was a slight trim to even it up . God forbid if I thought too much was being taken off my heartbeat would race. I was fanatic about my hair and would get off on washing it, playing with it and combing it in front of my face. It had taken me a few years to get it all even when I combed it wet, it measured 7 inches past my chin! Even though I loved playing, growing and grooming my hair, I did not like the way it looked on me when it was hanging loose. For that reason, I always wore it tied back in a ponytail which had become my trademark.

The summer of my junior year, I got a job working at a computer systems company. The owner of the company was a good-looking, forty-six year old man, Paul. He was about 6 feet tall, with a great athletes body. He had straight brown hair that he wore in a short tapered-business-type cut. He lived nearby, and would come to work everyday with a wet-head . Seems he would shower and run off to work. Within no time, his hair would dry and all during the day hair would constantly fall into his eyes. A few times during the day, he would wet the front of his hair and run a comb through it plastering it down, till the next dry spell. Paul was really cool and great to work for. He would talk about when he was in college, and all the partying he did. He still liked to have fun and a few times a week one of us would have the other laughing.

Once, Paul came up behind me while I was on the computer reach over and grabbed a pair of scissors pulled on my ponytail, started snapping the scissors and said come on, let me cut this off for you- you know you want a haircut like mine . Well, that about made me crazy! I of course pulled away and said, no way ! After that, every once in while, he would tell me about when he had long hair, and how he hated his haircut now, but being in the business world he had to have a certain look.

Throughout that first summer, the topic of hair came up a few times. This really turned me on. Once Paul asked if I always wore my hair in a ponytail, and if I ever plan on cutting it short. I also made a few comments - once I said, why don t you go to a stylist and get more of a happening haircut? I told him he would look better if he either cut his hair shorter, or grew it out some and yes, he did do that scissor trick on me a few more times that summer. I can still feel him hank on my ponytail and the sound of the scissors opening and closing.

The next summer

I had not lined up a job for the summer, and felt a little guilty when I picked up the phone in May and called Paul at the computer company. As soon as he got on the phone he said, when are you coming into work? I was set!!! My hair had gotten longer and I still loved getting out of the shower and combing it straight down in front of my eyes. The smell of the wet hair hanging in front of me turned me on.

After the first afternoon back at work, I felt like I had never left. The other people I worked with were great. During our lunch hour we would goof around sunbathing or throwing a ball around. I smiled that first morning I saw Paul come in with his wet-head something s never change!!!

In mid-July the company started a renovation. Part of the warehouse was going to be cleared out and turned into office space. All of us pitched in and did what we could. Being 6ft 2 I was a natural to be part of the move team. I had to fill a van with things to be stored at Paul s home. It was during one of the trips to his house that I saw a picture of him with a group of people and he had a flattop! a true, perfect flattop and he looked great!!! When I got back to the office I asked him about the picture. He had told me about his long haired days , but never mentioned having a flattop. He told me that after he graduated college, Paul went to the father of a friend for advice. The man told him that he needed to get his haircut before going on any interviews. After their conversation the man offered to take Paul to his barber. As he was telling me this I was getting crazy! Apparently, before Paul knew what happened, the barber pulled his hair into a ponytail, cut it and handed it to him. I could t

After the renovations I knew things were getting back to normal when I felt a tug on my ponytail it was Paul saying I m going to get a haircut, want to come with me and get this (another tug) cut off? I turned around and for a moment, I would have gone but I said sarcastically, no thanks . It was then that I asked him - why don t you try a different haircut today a flattop you d look good with one! He turned back and said DEAL If I get one YOU get one! The idea got me crazy but I said NO way, we talked a little while more about work stuff and I did not see him the rest of the day.

The next day, I was sitting at my computer, when I saw Paul s hand reached over - grabbed a pair of scissors and yanked on my ponytail. He was saying something as I turned around to a new Paul he had gotten a flattop the best I had seen! It was a bushy, full flattop that made him look ten years younger. I was speechless. I suddenly got incredibly hot just looking at him. He kept hold of my ponytail and as he did the band I used to hold it came out in his hands. I could feel myself getting aroused. He leaned over and took my hand and raised it to his head and rubbed my hand on his hair - it felt so great I was crazed. He stood up and kept rubbing his new buzz. Then he looked down at me and commented on how much hair I had. No one in the office had ever seen my hair out of a ponytail. He reached down and grabbed a handful behind my neck and sort of ran his fingers through it. He said, my god I didn t know you had THIS much hair! Paul then said, come with me and lets get it cut off! . I was nuts!

I reached into my desk and got out my brush. I ran the brush through my hair and could smell the shampoo I had used that morning. I told Paul I really was not ready to cut it, as I brushed it out he said stand up I did, and he just looked at me with my long hair and said . Ya got great hair kid, but its really time to lose it here feel mine . Well that did it . I heard myself say ok, I guess I will .

I met Paul at his car a few minutes later. My hair was loose and while we were driving he reached over and grabbed a handful of hair and sort of tugged on it. I could have exploded! I did try and back out and mentioned maybe I could just get it cut a few inches for now and when I did he took my hand and put it on his head and said come on how great does that feel?

We pulled up a barbershop and as soon as I walked in, I was in a trance. I sat in the chair and while the barber was capping me up, Paul said this is my friend that told me to get my flattop, and now he s ready for his. I sat there as the barber combed my hair out. Paul stood there and said, that s a lot of hair! For a moment I felt like crying, thinking of how perfect it was shinny and beautiful. And then I said to Paul - you want to cut it don t you and with that, he picked up a large pair of scissors and a comb. He combed my hair all around and I was surprised when he combed the front straight over my eyes. He looked at me and said you ll be a man after this ready? and I just said, Do it .

He reached in back and took a fistful of hair and I heard the scissors hacking through it he had cut it close to my head and I could actually feel him pulling as he cut. He came around and said look at this handing me about 14 inches of beautiful hair . I reached my hand in back and half wanted to cry and half wanted more he went to the right side and again took a firm grip of my hair above the ear and cut as close to my scalp as possible again handing me my beautiful hair. I looked through the drape of long hair that was still covering my face and saw the damage that had been done parts of my hair were sticking out! I said to Paul - you like doing this don t you and he said enough of these bangs and snipped them high up on my forehead this got to me. My stomach sank my gorgeous bangs that I loved and manicured so well from my calculations about 17 inches!!! I picked them up and smelled them and said wait even the barber didn t know what I was going to say I said. I want to save t

I felt the barbers strong hand on my head and could feel the cold clipper blade gliding up the back of my head, over and over. When he got to the side he would flick the hair onto the cape. I was surprised when the clippers were put down and the barber started to spray the top of head with water. He brushed it back and to my surprise he got out a hairdryer. He blew my hair back and I was amazed it stood 3 or more inches high. Under the cape, I was about to explode. Experiencing this transformation was driving me crazy! I reached up and ran my hand up the back of my head and the feeling was fantastic. For one last time I also ran my fingers through the few inches that were on top. I was amazed at how thick and full my short hair felt. As I gazed into the mirror in front of me, I watched the barber skillfully plow through the middle of my hair. With a few passes I saw a perfect flattop reflecting back at me. The bag of hair on my lap was my past. I knew from that moment on that I would be just as fanatical

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