Wine and Whiskey Wednesday Pt. 03

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Megan ran the detangling comb through her hair, looking at herself in the fogged-up mirror. It was so much easier to manage her hair for the past two weeks in the bob, some days she’d blow it nice and straight, others she’d leave it natural with her hair’s light wave. Either way, after having managed multiple feet of hair for years it was nice for the comb to go from her roots to chin in just one easy stroke. Steven had been surprised when she had initially told him about the women’s group haircuts, but was supportive of the change and had loved the end result. She got far more kisses from him, and his hand would linger on her shorn nape as they parted from hugs.

When she had told him about their decision to shave their heads he had fully questioned her sanity, but once she had explained that it was something they all wanted to do together and a once-in-a-lifetime thing to try, he had slowly gotten on board. Despite his voicing support though, she could tell he was going to miss her hair as he had been playing with it far more than he ever had before and seemed to take every excuse to run his fingers through it. Today she was going to let her hair air dry because she knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her hair and didn’t want to put effort into a style he was sure to mess up.

The day flew by and before she knew it, she was wrapping up some last bits of work and then packing some wine and food into her tote bag. She kissed Steven goodbye, announcing, “The next time you see me I’ll be bald, I hope you’re ready for it!”

“I’m not sure I am, but I’m sure you’ll be as beautiful as ever my love,” he responded after sneaking in one last kiss and a final feel of her hair.

The drive to Janine’s house was short and she was quick to come out once Megan pulled her minivan in front. Janine was talkative as always, telling Megan all about her day and the dramas of work, Megan listened to Janine only half-heartedly though as her brain still played through what would be happening tonight. She was looking forward to the camaraderie of their group shave but was still nervous about how she’d end up looking with a perfectly smooth head.

Megan found parking near the shop easily enough, as they got out of the car, Chrissy popped out of hers a few cars down and the three walked over to the barbershop together. Pulling the door open to the barbershop brought with it different scents than they were accustomed to. Shaving cream, aftershave, talc, and disinfectant all mingled together as they filed into the shop.

“Ladies, glad you could make it,” Heather welcomed them in, “this is Jim, my good friend,” she gestured to the man standing next to her as she introduced the proprietor to the group. Jim had a bushy but well-trimmed beard, his hair was brown and a couple of inches long with well-faded sides. He wore black plastic framed glasses and had an intricate sleeve tattoo on his left arm with a few smaller pieces on his right.

“Welcome to my shop ladies, I’m glad you could make it,” he said, smiling at the group pleasantly. “And this must be Samantha,” he said, looking to the door, the ladies stepped to the side and followed his gaze to the door as the long-haired beauty walked in.

“Wow, quite the turnout, I’m sorry for doubting you Heather,” Samantha said, looking around the shop at the gathered group. Introductions were made all around as they all introduced themselves to the newcomer.

“Ok,” Heather announced, “We can have food and wine after the cuts, there’s going to be a lot of hair flying around so probably best to wait. It also means that the faster we get through everyone the sooner we can all drink!”

“Here here,” Janine said, agreeing with Heather’s plan to get to drinking ASAP.

“I knew you’d like that part,” Heather said, smiling. “As you can see, Jim was kind enough to give me a fresh shave earlier today, we figured since it wasn’t a big reveal that we’d get me out of the way sooner. I’ve allowed Sam to be last since her cut is predicated on a few others and will be the biggest change. If it’s ok with you ladies, I think we can go in order of length. Chrissy, why don’t you hop in this chair on my right and Jim will buzz you down to the skin and shave you, Janine, why don’t you hop into this chair in front of me and I’ll buzz you down, and then hand you off to Jim for the shave.”

“I’m ready to go!” Chrissy said, smiling and hopping up into Jim’s chair as he held it steady for her. “Ooh this is so nice and comfortable!”, she said, settling in.

Jim pulled a tissue strip from his dispenser and reaching over Chrissy wrapped it snuggly around her neck, tucking the loose end in to secure it. Next, he tossed the white and light blue striped cape over her, snapping it snuggly around her neck over the tissue before folding the tissue down over it. Picking up the balding clippers with his right hand and standing on Chrissy’s right side, holding her head steady with his left he clicked the clippers on and said, “ok miss, bursa escort bayan one head shave coming right up”.

There was a slight change in tone as the clippers touched the front of Chrissy’s forehead, but the short buzz didn’t put up any fight against the high-powered and finely adjusted clippers as they peeled the short hair off in clumps. Jim was quickly onto his second pass, dumping a clump of hair to the cape with a practiced flip before starting the next pass. Before long he was starting on the side of Chrissy’s head, gently tilting her head to the side for better access.

As Jim stripped Chrissy of the faint remnants of her long hair, Heather was in the next chair with Janine. Not accustomed to neck strips at the salon, she’d brought back the skills from her beauty school days and had done a half-decent job securing the tissue around Janine’s neck before smoothly covering her in a cape. Janine for a rare time was quiet, looking a bit uneasy at the proceedings, but going along with it. Heather picked up a set of clippers from the counter and turned Janine to face the action in the other chair before turning the clippers on with a click. She placed them at the front of Janine’s hairline, her bangs flopping over them for a brief moment before with a quiet crunching, the clippers began to strip the bangs and everything behind them from Janine’s head. The hair on top was long enough that it clung briefly to the remaining hair before sliding in a cascade to the ground following the clippers.

“Eeep,” Janine squeaked, “it’s actually happening!”

“You’d best believe it sister,” Heather responded, jumping the clippers right back to Janine’s hairline to start the next pass. The clippers worked their way smoothly through this subsequent section, clearing another strip of hair down to barely perceptible fuzz amidst the now chaotic inches of hair that had been cut and styled the week before. Heather worked efficiently, making the next strip and then one last strip on the top of Janine’s head before moving on to the short fuzz of the sides. There had barely been anything left on the sides and back of Janine’s head after she got her pixie cut last week, but Heather made quick work of what remained, taking it all down to her skin.

Jim at this point had Chrissy’s head wrapped in a warm towel, “ooh, that feels nice,” she said as she was enveloped in the white cloth. The ladies then watched as Jim placed a new razor blade into his straight razor and set it on the counter. After draping a clean towel over his shoulder he collected a handful of warm lather from his machine. He carefully pulled the towel from Chrissy’s head with one hand and then quickly followed it up with the warm lather as he proficiently spread a thin layer over her petite head. Chrissy sat still with her eyes closed, enjoying these new sensations before opening them to watch as Jim made the first stroke with the razor. The single blade slid effortlessly across her scalp through the rich lather, and he was soon wiping it off on his towel before resuming next to it, widening the smooth shaved path. Jim continued working with the speed and precision of his years of experience and he was soon working away the last bits of hair and lather from behind Chrissy’s left ear before carefully checking for any missed spots. Pronouncing her done he set his razor down on the counter and removed the cape, helping Chrissy carefully alight from the chair.

Leaving the cape on, Heather helped Janine up from her chair, and then Janine got up into Jim’s chair. Running a hand over her head to check Heather’s work, he nodded in satisfaction and then turned to his hot lather machine for the initial round of shaving cream which was soon being carefully applied to the fuzz on Janine’s scalp. First wiping his hands on his towel, he then opened his steamer, extracting a fresh hot towel which he carefully wrapped around Janine’s head.

In the next chair over, Heather had finished dusting off the seat from Janine’s buzz cut and sanitizing the tools. “Ok pretty lady,” she said, smiling to Megan who had been standing nearby watching the process with rapt attention, “ready to lose that hair?”

“I think I am, it’s been a nice couple of weeks with the bob though,” Megan said, carefully climbing into the big chair.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have it back in no time if you decide to grow your hair back out,” Heather smiled as she tied the neck strip around Megan’s neck.

“Your and my definition of no time is a bit different I think, but I’m ready to give it a try!” Megan responded, chuckling nervously but smiling as Heather threw the cape over her fastening it snugly around her neck.

“Well maybe you won’t want to go back,” Heather commented with a smile.

“There is that possibility.”

Heather readied the guardless clippers as they bantered and then asked as she placed the buzzing clippers in front of Megan’s front hairline, “Ready to lose the rest of your hair?”

“Ready bursa escort sitesi as I’ll ever be, go for it.”

With that Heather gently moved the clippers into Megan’s hair at the center part, sending dual streams of blonde locks down either side. The twelve inch lengths of hair were long enough to easily slide off but short enough to not get hung up on the way and there was almost instantly a pile of hair on the caped lap of Megan before gravity won and it fell all the way to the floor.

Janine’s towel had been removed just as the clippers had started the first pass of Megan’s hair and both she and Samantha gasped at the sight of them peeling through the blonde locks. Janine continued to do her best to watch as her head started to be shaved. Jim gently manipulated her to different angles but did his best to keep her pointed at the action in the neighboring chair.

While the first pass had been the most dramatic, the following passes of the clippers across Megan’s head were still impressive as Heather worked to the right of her head, making short work of the meticulous bob. Before long she was guiding the clippers around Megan’s right ear, before switching back to the top and working back toward the other side. Each pass of the clippers sent more hair to contribute to the sea of blonde on the floor.

With the left done, Megan’s view of Janine’s shave was disrupted as her head was gently bowed down to her chest for Heather to make the final passes up the back of her head. Clippers off, Heather ran her hand over Megan’s head to check for any strays, finding none, she declared her done and helped her up from the chair and across the sea of blonde. Megan stood still caped watching the last of Janine’s head shave as Heather began sweeping her shorn hair mixed with Janine’s into a mound. Heather then swept the pile into the mouth of the nearby vacuum hair disposal where the lengths of hair were sucked up without a second thought.

“So ladies,” Heather spoke to the group, straightening up from her final round of sweeping, “I’m going to prep Samantha but we’ll wait for Megan to be done before the cutting starts.”

“Oh, I’m glad,” Megan said, now getting into the recently vacated chair, “I’d have been ok watching from here but I’d love to get a full view.”

“Hop on up Sam,” Heather said, patting the chair.

“Let’s do this,” Samantha said, gracefully standing up and moving over to the chair to sit down carefully. “Ooh this is as comfy as it looks,” she said, settling in.

Once Samantha was settled, Heather quickly and proficiently gathered her hair and then twisted it up onto the top of her head, clipping it tightly and securely out of the way. Clear access to Sam’s neck achieved, Heather wrapped a neck strip around the now bared neck followed by the cape. The other three women looked on at the proceedings, in awe of the amount of hair Sam had and waiting with great anticipation to see it chopped off; Janine and Chrissy looking on from the waiting chairs, still rubbing their newly smoothly shaved heads and Megan looking on from Jim’s chair as he prepared her to be shaved, her blonde stubbly barely noticeable.

The shop was quieter than it had been in a little while and they could hear the whirring of the hot lather machine before and after the towel was wrapped around Megan’s head, followed by the gentle rasping of the razor as Jim began peeling off the lather and remaining stubble from Megan’s head.

In the other chair, Heather had released Samantha’s locks from the clip and was gently brushing out tangles, smoothing out the gleaming and thick mane of hair as it fell down the back of the chair. Once she had the brush running smoothly through Sam’s full length, Heather set the brush down and gathered it all into a low pony. She secured it with a hair tie and then started to braid the loose pony into a thick plait.

Looking on with interest, Janine asked, “Are you planning to just chop the ponytail with scissors or did you bring the cutting cylinders?”

“Neither,” Heather responded with a smile, “we’re going to go straight to clippers, this will hold the hair together as a souvenir.”

“Oooh, interesting, I’ve never seen someone buzz hair off while it’s also in a ponytail, I suppose I haven’t seen much long hair being buzzed off until we did all of this, but any transformation clips I see the woman has shorter hair before buzzing.”

“It will be nice and dramatic, your favorite.”

“Well for the price of admission of a shaved head myself, I do like a show.”

By this point in the back and forth with Janine, Heather had finished the braiding of Sam’s hair. She secured the thick end with a couple of wraps of a hair tie and then looked up to see that Jim was wiping the last vestiges of shaving cream from Megan’s head.

“Ok, Sam,” Heather said, gently patting Sam’s caped shoulder, “we’ll get you shaved like the rest of us. Are you ready for this?”

“Yes, absolutely. Let’s do this,” Sam responded, grinning.

As Megan stepped out of Jim’s chair, Heather addressed the group, “Alright ladies, who wants to be to help give Sam her new look?” she asked, picking up the clippers from the counter.

“Oh, I’d love to!” Janine exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat, making Megan and Chrissy chuckle at her excitement.

“We’ll all get a turn,” Heather assured the other two with a smile, she clicked on the clippers, their familiar buzz filling the shop. “I’ll take the first pass to show everyone how it’s done. Not that you haven’t all gotten a bit of practice. But it’s a bit different with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.” She positioned herself behind Sam, placing the clippers at her front hairline. Touching the blades to the hair instantly severed the very top layer of the pulled-back hair, causing it to release from tension and start sliding sideways.

“Oh wow,” Megan breathed, touching her own freshly shaved head as she watched the first path of stubble be made and the strands that were moments ago slicked back fall free.

“See how I’m going a bit slower than I normally would, being sure to keep the blades in contact?” Heather asked, glancing around at the group, “I kept her hair as loose as possible but with her hair pulled back, there’s still a lot of tension on it, I don’t want to miss any sections as that would mean small patches holding up the weight of the braid and would get uncomfortable.” Heather continued the pass as she spoke, slowly bringing the clippers to the crown of Sam’s head. As she finished there was a big chunk of hair now hanging limply from above the top band of the braid. The braid held firm with the bulk of Sam’s hair still firmly attached.

“Alright, Janine, you’re up first. Let’s do one pass each,” Heather said momentarily turning off the buzzing machine.

Janine accepted the clippers from Heather with reverent excitement. “This is incredible, Sam. I’m so impressed with how calm you’re being, thanks for sharing this with us” she said, positioning herself where Heather had stood. She turned the clippers back on before placing them against Sam’s head, hesitating for just a moment before carefully sliding them back. Her jaw dropped as she got to watch the peeling of the hair up close and she studiously made a nice smooth pass back to match the first at the crown.

“Megan, would you like to go next?” Heather offered, once Janine had finished her pass.

Megan stepped forward, accepting the clippers. Free from obsessing over her own shave she focused in on Sam’s head, holding it steady with her left while slowly peeling back the next path of hair, this time to the right side of center. By the time she finished the pass, most of the top of Samantha’s head was bare stubble and she had a mess of lengths hanging above the ponytail band, while the lower layers still held the braid in place.

“This is so strange,” Sam commented, watching in the mirror. “I can feel the breeze on the top of my head while the back and sides are feeling so much heavier.”

Chrissy was the last of the novice barbers to take her turn with the clippers, “we’ll soon have you feeling the breeze on your entire head”, she said, placing the clippers at Sam’s right temple and drawing them back. With this, the braid did shift a bit to the left as most of its support had been released from the right.

Heather noticed the shift and saw Sam wince a bit as it pulled on fewer strands. Wanting to keep Sam comfortable she grabbed the braid in her right hand and applied a bit of upward pressure. Standing on the left side of the chair, she directed Chrissy, “Why don’t you clear off the right side fully at least to her nape here while I hold this? I don’t want this to pull too much.”

Following Heather’s direction, Chrissy swept from the front, around Sam’s ear, allowing more strands to float free. She then made a few smaller strokes, finishing the right side by carefully peeling off the last strands of hair from the lower back side of Sam’s head, baring the right side of her tender neck to the elements. All but the nape and left side bare, she held the clippers out to Heather.

Heather swapped the braid to her left hand and carefully taking the still buzzing clippers she continued buzzing where Chrissy had left off, surgically separating the braid from Sam’s nape while carefully holding it and moving it out of the way. With one last pass of the clippers, the braid was released from Sam’s nape, hanging freely but still attached by just the hair on the left side of Sam’s head.

“I’ll have you bald in no time,” she said, shifting around to Sam’s left side while moving the braid with her. “Just tilt your head to the right for me babe,” Heather directed, and Sam followed, leaning enough for Heather to position the clippers on the lower left side of her head. Heather made short work of the final section, guiding the clippers up and around Sam’s ear twice followed by a few quick passes in front of her ear to fully denude her head.

Heather held the thick braid up and all the women cheered. They then began passing the braid around, all marveling at the weight and thickness that had been until recently on Sam’s head.

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