CHAPTER 1 I’d had a few relationships through high school, college and for a year or two after graduating. They slowly tapered off as I developed my own internet marketing business. It was long hours and I spent it pretty much completely alone in an office that I rented. Heck, my office was by a door near the rear entrance to the building so I couldn’t even tell you who was next door. The lack of social contact didn’t bot...

Back in the days when studying for my marketing degree, I had a girlfriend who worked at the front desk of a salon.  Sometimes, I would pick her up after work.  I remember loving the smells and sounds of the salon, seeing how women would enter looking one way, undergo a makeover, sometimes a pretty radical one, and leave looking totally different.  I remember thinking how much power the stylists had to transform someone a...

My name is Hattie, and I’m a forty-three-year-old, married, black woman who owns a beauty salon near a racially mixed neighborhood on the outskirts of New Orleans. I’ve had to stay at home with the recent order because of the virus, and I brought some of my equipment home to take care of three of my oldest, most-trusted customers. My husband, Noah, is a long-haul trucker, and he’s gone much of the time. Most of my custome...

"Next!" I called, more curtly than was professional. Nineteenth customer of the day can do that to a girl, not that I was counting. My calves ached beneath the cheap, gimmicky costume that was covered in other people's hair. Nobody in their right mind wanted their hair cut by an elf. It was stupid. And to cap it off, fucking Bieber bleated about love on the local station, like he was even old enough to understand what the...

I steal another glance in the mirror. She’s still impassive, eyes down, on her work. They don’t meet mine. I try, and fail, to stop my own eyes from dropping. To the velvety expanse of skin under her throat, and down, down to that taunting, nascent cleavage. So little, yet enough. Just like the front legs of a spider, waiting at its lair. It’s a sign of danger. This is April. My April. And this is my second haircut with h...

I had been in the city for two months on a consulting contract and had literally no spare time. The money was fantastic but I barely had time to eat, let alone sleep. I was desperately in need of a haircut so decided to find one those quick, no appointment shops and get a trim. I drove into one of those mega malls and quickly found a place called “The Clip Joint”. I could tell they were not busy so I parked and walked in....

The Hairdresser (Lynette) I’ve always hated going to the barbers. Maybe it dates back to some traumatic event in my childhood, like being dragged there screaming by my father, but truthfully, I just don’t know. I just know that all through my school years I hated going to the barber. I guess by the time I was in college I was old enough to get over that minor phobia, but I got through by snipping at my own hair, which was...

My name is Jake, I'm 19 years old and this is a story about me and my hairdresser Sophia. Sophia is a 38 year old brunette, she's married to Ryan and they have an 8 year old son. She has been my hairdresser for a few years now and I've always had a thing for her. She is a self-employed hairdresser with her own hair salon at home. This story took place last week. On Tuesday I called Sophia to make an appointment to cut my...