She was one of the regular customers, a woman probably in her late twenties with long brown hair that she had trimmed regularly and she always asked for me instead of either of the two girls I employed,
“Hi Andrea,” she smiled as she took her seat, “You look very nice today in that outfit. Are you going somewhere special after work?”
I was wearing a black lycra mini skirt and a white tee shirt, no bra and a sexy little thong underneath had kept me feeling sexy all day, in anticipation of a nice little session with some wine, some films and a few of my toys.
“No, not really,” I said with a rueful smile, “Nowhere to go and no-one to take me anyway.”
“Aw you poor darling,” she laughed, “No boyfriend at the moment?”
“Afraid not; well none that ring my bell anyway.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
I wondered how someone who looked like she did could possibly know what I meant. She was wearing hipster jeans, cut even lower than normal, displaying an almost indecent amount of flesh and stopping annoyingly short of showing off what looked to me like quite a firm little bottom. A white, off the shoulder, peasant blouse, circa nineteen seventy was cut just low enough to be decent while still accentuating the swellings of her heavy looking breasts.
In short I thought she was a walking wet dream, an orgasm on legs, a fantasy to be masturbated over in my lonely bed when I could pretend that my fingers were her tongue and I’d wake up in the morning, still wrapped in her arms.
“Andrea?”
I snapped back to reality and grinned sheepishly at her.
“Sorry Miss Howard, I was away somewhere else for a moment.”
“Well wherever it was, I think I’d have liked to be with you,” she laughed.
I had to bite my lip to stop myself from telling her that I’d been between her legs, in her cunt, in her deliciously sexy little bottom, in her mouth, Christ just name a part of her body and I’d been there.
“And Andrea,” she added, “It’s Julie, not Miss Howard. You make me feel like a prim and proper school teacher when you call me that.”
“No Julie,” I giggled, “I could never see you as a prim and proper anything, never mind a school teacher, not the way you dress.”
“What time do you close at Andrea?” she asked quietly.
I thought it a strange question, but I answered without querying it.
“You’re my last client why?”
“Well I’ve got rather an unusual request and I’d prefer it to be done in private, if that’s okay.”
“Sure, no problem. Why don’t you go through into my flat and I’ll call you after the girl’s have gone?”
“Thanks Andrea, you’re very kind.”
It took only about fifteen minutes for the girls to finish their own clients and I shouted for her to come down.
“Right what can I do for you Julie?”
“Cut all my hair off, every single strand of it, then shave my head completely.”
“Oh my God, why?” I could hardly believe it, she had a beautiful head of hair!
She smiled at me and shook her head.
“I’d rather not say Andrea. It’s er, it’s a little bit personal and you might not understand.”
She sat in the chair again and looked at me questioningly.
“Well?”
I was trying to remember something, a little memory buried deeply, something rang a bell about women having their heads completely shaved. Then it came to me and I smiled.
“Wait a minute, Julie, will you?”
Running upstairs to my flat, I grabbed the magazine from the bottom drawer beside my bed, scooped up two glasses from the welsh dresser in the lounge and on the way back down again, stopped off to take a bottle of wine from the fridge. She looked at me in puzzlement when I returned and poured out two full glasses of wine.
“Andrea, this is all very nice and I thank you for the wine but are you going to do this for me, or do I go elsewhere?”
I handed her a glass of wine and smiled at her.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do Julie,” I hesitated for effect, “I’ll do exactly what you want and it won’t cost you a penny.”
She raised her eyebrows as she sipped her wine.
“And?”
“And you do the same for me.”
I showed her the magazine, open at the page with the advertisement on it, the one with the picture of a bald headed girl urinating onto the bald head of another stunningly beautiful girl. The caption read simply, “Join us.” and beneath it was an internet address.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” I said as I looked into her eyes, “And I’ll do the job for nothing and not only that, I’ll give you whichever wig you choose, completely free of charge.”
“Come here,” she said quietly after just the briefest of glances at the magazine.
I stood in front of her and smiled, but she didn’t!
“You seem very sure of yourself Andrea”
I wanted to laugh and say “Yes I am.” but I couldn’t, because suddenly I wasn’t sure at all, so I didn’t say anything at all.
“Are you?”
“No.”
Leaning forwards, she kissed me and snaked her long feline like tongue between my teeth.
“I knew it,” she said softly, “Ever since I’ve been coming in here, I knew it.”
Her hands ran down over my back and onto my bottom.
“Don’t you think it might be better if we took some of our clothes off, after all this could be a long job, couldn’t it? It could even take all night.”
My tongue found hers and caressed it. Slipping both hands up beneath my skirt, her fingers flitted lightly over the front of my panties and traced the contours of my freshly shaven slit.
“Take them off for me Julie.” I said softly.
Her hand found the waistband of my thong and began to ease it down slowly, whilst she slid off the chair and knelt at my feet.
“You smell gorgeous Andrea,” she whispered and I gasped as her tongue flicked over the swollen nub of my clitoris.
I pushed my hips forward and she ran her tongue right down from my clitoris to my bum hole.
“Oh fuck Julie,” I moaned and pulled away from her, “Let’s get this job done and then we can really have some fun.”
She orgasmed with just a little gasp as I ran the cutter in a straight line from her forehead to the nape of her neck, beautiful long strands of hair fell to the floor.
“Put a finger inside me Julie,” I whispered and I rewarded her with a few teasing drops of urine over her fingers.
“Beautiful!” she whispered and held her hand up for us to share my taste.
It took me thirty minutes to remove all her hair and another thirty to wet shave her head with a razor and then it was my turn.
The horny little bitch hadn’t bothered with panties under her jeans. Her lips parted for my fingers and she returned the favour by dribbling over my fingers as she ran the cutter sensuously over my head.
“Sit on my lap Julie.”
I showed her what I meant by sliding each of her legs under each arm rest so that her legs were wide apart and her hot little cunt was at the mercy of my fingers while she worked. Several times I took her to minor orgasms with my fingers in her pussy and each time she urinated over me, her lovely warm piss trickling down into my own little slit until I was sitting in a pool of it.
Finally I was as bald as she was and as I admired my new look in the mirror, Julie squatted down to lap eagerly at my soaking wet pussy.
“Shall we go upstairs, I’ve got some nice cold lager that’ll taste even nicer in a few minutes?”
She giggled and kissed me, letting me taste a mixture of hers and my urine on her lips.
“You mean when it comes out again?”
“Of course.”
“Yummy, but let me phone my boyfriend first to tell him I’ll be late.”
“Why not tell him to come round. You know what they say, two’s company but three’s even better.”
He arrived an hour later to find us laying on a rubber sheet, wallowing in our own urine and introduced himself by stripping off and joining us. Like us he was completely bald, not even an eyebrow was to be found. I made him welcome by licking between his muscular ass cheeks as he emptied his bladder into Julie’s waiting mouth.
It was to be the start of a very wild and wet adventure.
