All characters are completely fictitious, consenting, and over the age of 18.
It had been a very busy and difficult period at work. Stressful was an understatement. Thankfully, with the completion of a series of projects, that time was passing. I was quite exhausted and in desperate need of a recharge. It had of course been a huge strain on my marriage as well. We had had a hard time connecting, not seeing each other for weeks on end as work consumed my time. It also meant that intimacy of any nature was almost nonexistent.
She knew I was stressed out and at times at the end of my rope, but my wife had not complained at all. She was a trooper! The only comment she made was that I was in desperate need of a good trim. In that, she wasn't wrong!
I NEEDED a haircut, but much to my chagrin my local barber had closed recently. A casualty of the Covid shutdowns I was told, though it was hard to say for sure. There one day and closed the next. So, I was on the search for a new one near my place of work to facilitate lunch or after work grooming.
It was my wife to the rescue here! She alerted me to a new franchise that had just opened. She left a flyer for it on my desk in the home office. It announced a new business called 'Heads' which billed itself in a byline as 'Men's Hair, Spa and More!'. It had opened very close to work, in fact en route to the subway I took to and from home. Literally around the corner. It sounded perfect.
My wife had left a note with the flyer. 'I found this place you may like. I checked it out for you and think you will enjoy their range of services. I signed you up with an account and prepaid your appointment with the stylist named Kyla. You will appreciate her in particular, I think! Get yourself a proper trim! Pamper yourself! Ask about the Two for One, Deluxe, or All In. I really think you will LOVE those treatments! Enjoy, I will see you later, and I will want to hear ALL about it!'.
So I went on to the website they advertised and looked at the newly opened facility: images of barber chairs, a small espresso bar, and a series of massage rooms. It also had pictures of the stylists with short but detailed biographical descriptions including such items as height and weight. Curious. Furthermore, most were very good looking I noted immediately, and they were mostly but not exclusively female.
I scrolled through their pages, and I was particularly intrigued by the price list page of the web site. The costs for haircuts seemed rather high relative to my old barber and they were somewhat vague as to what the jobs entailed. But I had to let that go! I needed the trim! They billed themselves as a 'totally immersive and relaxing experience'. Massages and haircuts. Just what the doctor ordered after my stressful work period.
They also spoke of 'gr8' haircuts and that 'cum once and you'll cum again and again!' In a series of cute misspellings. There was surprisingly little detail about the varied services except for a series of intriguing names: The Top, The Two for One, The Full Job, The Facial, The Deluxe, The All In. All noted that "details were available upon request". I would have to ask I suppose when I got there.
So I went onto their online booking with the account info provided by my wife and signed up for the Two for One, which I assumed to be a haircut and massage with an optional upgrade to The Full Job. I checked out the stylist Kyla. She was of south Asian origin apparently. Her head shot was beautiful. The bio underneath indicated she was 5'7 and 112 lbs and of a petite, slim build. I was not sure why this info mattered for cutting of hair. But there it was!
In any case, a good haircut and a massage were just what I needed. I needed a trim. It seemed a rather lengthy affair, however, as it was estimated to take 2 hours. To be honest I had very little hair, wild as it may look at the moment, so I figured that was a gross overestimate of the time I would need. But then again, it was already paid for and I had the time to spare. There was nothing to say I had to use the whole time.
I booked for the next day after work. I always liked getting a haircut at the end of day. It refreshed and invigorated me. This visit was to prove no less refreshing and invigorating.
So, I arrived just ahead of my appointment and was greeted by a receptionist. She was a very pretty young woman, a tall, raven-haired beauty. She welcomed me and ushered me into a second waiting room, which was a small coffee bar. There I was greeted by another particularly gorgeous woman who offered me the option of an espresso or a latte while I waited for the stylist Kyla. So, I sat in a small waiting area sipping my coffee. A few minutes passed and the barista came back and said that Kyla was now ready for me.
The barista was exceptionally good looking. Tall, blonde, leggy with large breasts (I couldn't help but notice!), perhaps a C cup. Just what were their hiring practices here I wondered? They certainly hired them pretty!
She steered me into the larger room where the standard barber chairs were located to one side. A couple of clients were getting haircuts. A large window to the outside spanned the outer wall. Light streamed in from outside. I recognized the room from a picture on the web site. She motioned for me to sit in a certain chair which appeared to be Kyla's. I thanked her.
"Kyla will give you a truly memorable trim. Enjoy the experience." Ok, I thought, a truly memorable haircut. I am not sure I've any that would be memorable! While I pondered that oddness, Kyla approached from behind.
Wow. Jesus she was a stunner! She was even more beautiful than in her bio image. She didn't disappoint. My wife picked well! Kyla had long luxurious black hair that cascaded down her shoulders, big dark brown eyes, luscious full lips, and a beautiful almost mahogany skin colouring. She was extremely attractive! South Asian in origin, perhaps southern India, maybe Tamil? Gorgeous! Why not have a competent little hottie cut your hair if you could? Eye candy was eye candy!
She was wearing a very tight white wrap around dress which accentuated her curves and provided a remarkable contrast against her dark hued skin. For a 112 lb woman she was surprisingly shapely, voluptuous even with an apparent bubble butt (confirmed as she cut my hair) and nice hips. Not too wide, but just wide enough. Moreover, there were no panty lines visible along her dress. Was she wearing any underwear, or perhaps she wore a thong? And I think she was wearing a push-up bra under her tight dress. B cup breasts? Maybe small C cup? Very nice either way. She presented as a very sexy young woman. And that was in the first minute. She seemed to exude sex appeal. I figured she was about 26 or 27 years old.
"Hello, I'm Kyla Nadur. I'll be your stylist for your stay with us." She said holding out her hand for me to shake. She had a very slight accent.
"Very pleased to meet you," I replied and shook her hand. She moved to her station and prepared her cutting tools. She turned and looked at me directly and then at me in the mirror.
"So, what are we doing with your hair," she asked looking over the top and sides of my head.
"Pretty easy. Shave up and along the sides. Trimmed short on top. I like it tight and trimmed." I said. That raised an eyebrow from her.
"Ok. So, you like it tight. And you like it trimmed. Fortunately, I can do both." She replied confidently.
And so, she proceeded to cut my hair. The haircut was routine in nature. Cut and shave etc. Nothing too out of the ordinary. We did the obligatory small talk. Weather, summer plans, the need to travel post pandemic. She loved that the summer was coming and was planning to go back to India to visit family. She hadn't been home in a while.