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Melissa was running late, very late - For the last 18 months, she'd had a standing appointment every third Thursday at eight thirty, the last time slot before closing.
Since that fateful day when she'd emerged from her cocoon, shaved near to the skin, with a butterfly etched into the short hairs, she'd become a salon regular.
The initial reaction had been mixed - Her family and friends had been mostly stunned, her ex boyfriend left rude comments (and was quickly blocked), her new co-workers had loved it, but the most important person? Oh, they had shown their appreciation many times over.
Her hair had been dyed every colour under the sun - black, red, blue, green, purple, a very misguided highlighter yellow, and everything in-between. Though the bleached white blonde was her favourite. For a few months, she'd experimented with some different variations (oh god, the rat-tail had been a bad idea) but always came back to the thrill of seeing, and feeling, her hair cut short into a soft buzz cut, a butterfly or a few depending on her mood, shaved bare to the skin.
Melissa's hair grew like a weed, something she'd never noticed before. Maybe it was new, a deep internal reaction to such a dramatic change to her previous 20 something years of long hair, or maybe it was just a result of the happiness and confidence that had seeped into her life. She didn't know and really she didn't mind. The only thing such rapid growth needed was appointments every three weeks like clockwork, penned into the salon's calendar for the indefinite future.
The only problem? She'd been on surprise back to back (and seemingly back to back to back to back) business trips working a big launch she'd pioneered, and it had already been nine weeks!
Melissa didn't think her appointment would be cancelled, but it would simply to be rude not to show...and the long hair was driving her nuts. It was kind of ironic that having sported such long locks for such a time that her current twiggy-esque style felt tortuously heavy and unkempt.
She'd rushed home from the airport, dumped her bags into the empty apartment, changed as quickly as possible, and was now running down those last few blocks, around a very familiar corner, to the salon.
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"You're late," a familiar voice called out as soon as she'd stepped into the room and turned to shut the door behind her, "you know I don't like to be kept waiting."
"I'm so sorry, I got here as fast as I could," Melissa huffed, trying to catch her breath.
"Well, I guess you're here now," Stella was sitting her own chair, twirling the ends of two familiar and very old foot-long braids. They still made their appearance during every appointment, just for old time's sake. A third was mounted, much like a hairdresser's trophy, tastefully sitting above her wash station in the corner, "take a seat, darling, you know the drill."
Melissa paused, planting a deep kiss on Stella's lips, "I missed you. I'm sorry I'm late, babe," She ran her fingers through Stella's fluffy pink waves, "I'll make it up to you later, I promise," she said, sealing it with another kiss.
"Hmm, we'll see about that," Stella dropped the braids onto the counter, all but pushing Melissa to the sink, "sit, sit - you look absolutely shaggy, darling!"
"You're telling me, it's been driving me crazy" Melissa confessed, laying back in the sink's chair, "but I don't trust anyone but you." Warm water met her head, nails tenderly scraping along her scalp. Shampoo was added and massaged in, a slow, relaxing process. Melissa kissed whatever skin was easiest to reach, 'accidentally' grazing Stella's breasts as she leaned over to turn off the taps. It was only tradition at this point, and one of the many benefits of being your girlfriend's, and friendly local salon owner's favourite client.
"If I known what an absolute menace you were, darling..." Stella giggled, shooing Melissa's hands, "maybe I should have just left your hair long and pushed you out of the door!"
Melissa just laughed, they'd been through this too, but she knew Stella loved this just as much as she did. She savored the feeling of manicured nails digging into her scalp and warm water rushing against her skin. Stella soon pushed her up and hurried her back to the main chair, trying not to drip water everywhere. What came next was her favourite part...
Stella quickly tied Melissa's old braids around the arms of the chair, securing curious hands firmly to the chair, "are you ready, darling?" a quick nod and firm kiss gave her all the confirmation she needed, "good. Your hair hasn't been this long in forever, I'm excited to get my fingers in there...did you get my gift at home?" Another nod and Stella just smirked, spinning Melissa around - Stella was fully in control on Thursday nights.
This had to be one of her favourite spots on Earth....arms tightly bound, a thick cloth and clear cape tied tightly around her throat, eyes and thighs clenched shut, tilted just ever so slightly backwards - waiting for the indescribably perfect feeling of metal teeth, gentle skin deep vibrations, high pitched buzzing flowing straight from her ears to pool deep in her core. Stella orchestrating it all was just the cherry on top. Melissa clenched her thighs together, the toy settled deep within her had been a delightful little surprise after so long apart.
"Good girl - I want you just to relax now, darling." Melissa's hair was short enough not to just tangle in the clippers, but Stella loved watching all her girlfriend's reactions so armed with newly sharpened shears, she began trimming away small sections of the abnormally long hair, intentionally dropping them down over Melissa's ears and neck. She'd learned to go more slowly around Melissa's ears, letting the chime of blades linger, and at her nape, purposely letting the cool metal touch her neck on every piece of hair. Just as Stella had finished one side of the head, she smirked at Melissa's squirms, "You love this don't you, being shaved bare for everyone to see?" It always worked a trick and Melissa moaned, "You're too beautiful to let hair cover you up, aren't you, darling?" With her question, Stella ran the cool metal tip of the scissors over the curve of Melissa's ear, pulling a shudder from her bones and squeak from her lips. Stella resumed her work, passing the scissors over where the butterfly pattern on the back of Melissa's head had been grown out too far to see, covered by the longer strands above it, "you always love your butterflies, don't you?"
Melissa was experiencing a familiar sweet bliss. Her butterflies helped her to remember what she'd gained in shedding so much - It would have been so easy to ignore what she felt that day and just walk out as boring old Melissa, with her hair under her boobs, or around her shoulders, or at her throat - but pushing herself further into the chair had given her so much confidence...and maybe it had also given her the love of her life. It was hard to say what would have happened between them in another life, but laid bare and confident, Melissa found it much easier to make her move - maybe she should get them tattooed into her skin, as a permanent reminder.
"A tattoo, huh? I didn't know that was on your mind, darling," - Melissa's eyes flew open, had she really said that aloud? - "It would look brilliant, I think you so do it." Stella sounded as supportive as ever.
...or not, "just one little issue as far as I can see," Stella stood, finished with her cutting she moved in front of Melissa. Leaning down, just a hair's distance apart, "you'd need to go bare for that to work, darling," Stella whispered.
Melissa's moan was deafening. It was something never really considered, but having Stella drag a sharp razor across her head, the skin purged of any impurities, shining and smooth - it sounded perfect. Of course, the upkeep would require more visits, but that was anything but a problem.
"Oh, what a reaction," Stella ran her palms across the two inch long fuzz of Melissa's hair, "what do you say, darling?"
"Please, Stella, please - I need you to do it!"
Stella was always amazed at how quickly Melissa got off on this, like nerves connected her hair directly to her cunt. She was so easy to tease, "such a good girl for me. It's time for your favourite part now, darling." With a roar, the clippers buzzed to life, but tonight a few clicks of her phone set Melissa's new toy buzzing to life as well, "I thought you deserved a little treat after all your hard work, my love - this is your time tonight, just close your eyes and stay still, I don't want to nick that beautiful skin of yours."
Melissa almost cried with joy as vibrations traveled across her body, buzzing deeply in her body and lightly across her head. Her mind slipped back to that day again, Stella knelt under a silk cape, shaving her bare and resting the trimmers right against her clit. That scene deserved to be carved into stone, painted onto canvas - it, along with it's many reenactments, was wallpapered right across her mind, that's for sure - the toy was nestled right against her most sensitive spot and she rolled her hips. As hairs fell to tickle her ears, stick to her hot, flushed cheeks, or fall under the cloth around her neck, the squirming bordered on bucking; the chair creaking with the movement. All orchestrated by the buzz of lively clippers.
Stella was dragging the unguarded blades as slowly as possible, in the way Melissa loved. She also loved the sight of thick brown hair being mowed off in mats, clumping as it fell against hot skin. On her final pass she pressed more firmly, the stubble cut as close to the skin as possible. The clippers now put out of work, Stella she bumped the level on the toy up a few notches, just for fun, savoring the sharp cry and buck of Melissa's hips, lifting her from the chair. The braids at her wrists protested, a few of the weakest strands snapping under the pressure.
Melissa cried even louder as Stella placed a warm towel on her head, it was happening. She couldn't see or feel Stella behind her, but another sharp increase in vibrations sent her screaming out with unspeakable pleasure. Her orgasm hit her hard, muscles clamping down around the toy, hands gripping tightly onto the armrests, knees pinned together. It was a full body experience, every stubbly hair on her head standing straight up, a gush of heat flowing between her legs. The toy severed it's sweet vibrations, still filling her delightfully, but giving Melissa enough space to breathe. Just as her senses returned in full, Melissa felt a cold gel squirt onto her head.
"You did so well for me, darling. Now, I need you to stay perfectly still..." Stella spread shaving cream across the curve of Melissa's skull, "keep those hips pinned to the chair, alright?" There was definitely a better way to do this but Melissa savored these moments, so why not drag it out? "If you're good, maybe I'll let you play with your toy again, alright?" A quick nod and a long whine was all she needed. Stella started at the neck, tilting Melissa's head with a firm grip on her throat. Slowly and surely, a cold blade met hot, foamy flesh. With a scrape, short hairs were dragged away. Leaving shiny, clear, red skin behind.
Melissa was amazed other people didn't crave this feeling. Every time Stella wiped her blade clean, she also took a second to blow cold hair against truly bare skin, setting every one of Melissa's nerves on fire.
The slow process continued, climbing up around Melissa's ears, forward to her hairline, and slowly up towards the temples. Stella grabbed Melissa's throat, tilting her head backwards, placing a gentle kiss against her lips, "still doing so well for me, darling."
Melissa whined longingly. In her effort to keep still, her mind had begun to wander. If she'd discovered a time machine tomorrow, Melissa would surely travel back to find her sloppy, sad long-haired self. She'd drag her into Stella's chair - now knowing how that desire to be loved, pampered, complimented, and, of course, shaved lay dormant in her at that point, it shouldn't really be that difficult. Although she loved how everything happened she change a few things. Stella, with the help of new Melissa, fasten three long, tight braids right at the skull. One at the nape and two above either ear. Stella and the trusty clippers would shave them off at the skin; new Melissa had said once the only reason she'd grow her hair out long again would be to experience the joy of cutting it right off again. Electrified and fascinated, old Melissa, now fastened to the chair with the two braids while the third ran over her shivering body, would fall in love with the bare skin winking at her from above the ears and demand Stella finish the job off, once again instantly falling in love with the genius hairdresser - None of this made sense, but Melissa wasn't a genius she was just addicted to feeling fresh and new and letting her beloved Stella take charge.
A soft towel ran gently over her head and Melissa's eyes shot open. Stella tapped the toy to high again, watching Melissa pull against her restraints. A hand ran over smooth, bare skin - it's feeling completely foreign but so strong, and Melissa cried with joy and pleasure.
"You didn't move once, my darling," Stella spun the chair around, still running flesh against flesh, "you've done so well for me. If it's possible, you're even more stunning than before..." Scissors quickly flicked down to finally put the braids out of their tired misery.
As she met the two pairs of eyes in the mirror, Melissa let out a shocking moan. Her hand joining Stella's as she cried out in disbelief. It felt like nothing she'd felt before. She couldn't wait to see how the sweet, sharp drag of the tattoo needle carving intricate and beautiful butterflies into her flesh would measure up. If she wasn't suck on short hair before, nothing was keeping her from it now. At that moment, Stella's hand pushed just a little firmer and that was all it took for her second climax to slam into her, the perfect end to such a long wait.
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A week later, Melissa and Stella's hands were intertwined as they walked home, butterflies flapping between their palms.
A shiny scalp adorned with fresh tattoos rested against a bright pink bob.
Their eyes met, as they often did in these quiet, perfect moments, and one thought simultaneously passed through their minds:
she's perfect and I'm so in love.