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Suzy rang the doorbell and glanced at her watch. 11:58AM. She was used to Professor Williams taking a while to answer the door: He was, after all, nearly 70. After a minute or so, she heard the snick of the latch and the door swung open.
"Ah! Do come in, my dear." The professor said, stepping back slightly and gesturing with his free hand. Suzy brushed past him, making no attempt to avoid contact, even though there was ample room to do so. She liked her old professor and letting her tits graze against him was just her way of letting him know that.
"Good Morning, Professor. In the dining room as usual?" She flashed him a smile as the door clunked shut behind him.
"Indeed." He let his gaze fall to her fingers, which were halfway down the line of poppers on her lilac uniform and working quickly. He watched as the last popper opened and, without preamble, Suzy shucked off the polycotton frock revealing her tanned and toned body, innocent of under garments except for her white stockings.
She hung her uniform on the hat stand then picked up her bag and strode naked to the dining room. As usual, one chair had been placed facing the long mirror over the sideboard. Suzy was used to mirrors. Some client's used more than one to get value for money. She put her bag down by the sideboard and, bending from the hips, rummaged for a cape.
The professor sat in the chair, his eyes glued to Suzy's pert posterior. He absentmindedly licked his lips as he gazed at the cleft of her buttocks and the shadowy recess where he could not quite make out her anus.
Suzy knew exactly where his attention was. People tell their barbers things that shrinks would have to spend months wheedling out of them. She stood, drawing a navy blue nylon cape from the bag. This she tied around the Professor's neck from behind. Making eye contact with his reflection, she lightly stroked both his cheeks with her palms, noting the stubble.
"A shave too?" She asked via the mirror.
"Indeed, my dear." The Professor nodded.
Suzy bent over her bag again for her comb, scissors and her water spray bottle.
"Do you like my stockings?" She asked as she damped his silver grey hair and ran the comb through it. Suzy made a point of always wearing stockings when she visited the Prof. He was old school and most of his more intimate memories were from the era when all ladies wore them. Today though, she was wearing sheer, white, seamed hold-ups so she didn't need suspenders. Combined with her black patent pumps, she knew she looked sensational.
"They're lovely. A gift from a gentleman?"
"From a lady."
"Ahh! Of course." The professor acted as if this was entirely natural. "And how is your...companion?"
"My lesbian lover, you mean?" Suzy knew from experience that he enjoyed her frank speech, even though he would never deign to speak so plainly. "She's fine. This is her handiwork." Suzy moved in front of him and patted her bare mons veneris. Until a fortnight ago, she'd made a habit of wearing her pubis quite bushy, limiting just how much her clients got to see of her but her girlfriend had persuaded her to lose the curls, saying "Show'em lips and you'll get more tips."
"Well that answers the ancient riddle of who shaves the barber." The Professor looked at her crotch without any hint of furtiveness. Suzy liked that about him. The shy ones always made her laugh: Fancy paying $100 a time to not look at a naked barber.
"Not shaved, waxed." She got on with his haircut.
"That must hurt somewhat." The Prof observed.
"It does, but the results are really smooth. Besides..." Suzy added "Kim kissed it better...all night." Under the cape, she could see the slight movements of his hands as he kneaded his penis. This too she was used to. Quite a few of her clientele jacked off while she cut their hair. Her policy was to ignore it.
"Such a loss to the world of men." The Prof sighed lackadaisically.
"I've got nothing against men. I'm just taking a sabbatical from them. You must recall the string of boys I wore out when you were my tutor."
"I remember." The Prof got a faraway look in his eyes as he recalled Suzy as a student. From the first time she'd sidled out of one of his tutorials, her bottom had held a fascination for him. "I remember being quite unprofessionally envious of them."
"You called me callipygian. I had to look it up in the library."
"And it's still true."
"And it's still the nicest way anyone's ever found to say I have a great ass."
The professor said nothing. He just looked to the mirror and the reflection of her truly splendid bottom.
Suzy concentrated on her work, leaving him with his thoughts. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the slow rhythm of his moving hand. She did wonder if he could actually get an erection at his age.
"Did your wife have a pretty bottom?" She asked. The professor, she knew, had been a widower for 5 years. His wife had passed away shortly before his retirement.
"It's hard to say. I wasn't that well acquainted with it."
"How long were you married?" Suzy asked in incredulity.
"41 years, but I've seen more of you naked than I ever saw of her."
"Surely not."
"Indeed. I accidentally caught her sans raiment a couple of times in the early years but..."
"But?"
"Suffice to say, my Betty was a fine woman but she was never comfortable with intimacy."
"Oh you poor thing." Suzy was genuinely sympathetic. Fancy never seeing his own wife spread naked across a bed? Poor dear. She went over to her bag for the talc and a soft brush, making an extra effort to arch her back down so as to present the most appealing view of her bottom she could contrive.
As she brushed the clippings off his neck, she noticed his hand had stopped moving under the cape. Good. Time to shave him. She packed her hair-cutting gear and took out a bowl, a jar full of sterilizing fluid with the cutthroat razor in it, a towel, a badger hair brush and a mug for the foam. When she'd started offering shaves too, she'd used canned foam but she found that the clients preferred the old brush and mug routine: Probably, she thought, for the wrist action and the way it made her tits jiggle.
"I'll just get some hot water." She announced, sashaying to the kitchen door. She was back in a moment, empty-handed. "It'll need to run a bit to get hot." She explained the sound of running water while she pulled another dining chair alongside the Professor's. A few more moments in the kitchen and she returned with a bowl of steaming water that got placed on the second chair.
Suzy made a show of working up a lather in the mug then, straddling the old man's lap like a table dancer and perching her firm bottom on his bony knees, she proceeded to brush the foam onto his chin and cheeks. This lap action was why her shaves had become popular and why she charged fifty bucks extra for them. She set down the mug and unfolded the razor, swilling it gently in the bowl of hot water. With steady strokes she pared away the foam and stubble until the prof's cheeks were smooth under her fingers.
