About three weeks had passed since the note from Shelley. In an effort to improve my skills at cutting hair, I decided to attend a weekend training class at the local barber school in Los Angeles. The training was scheduled to begin at 4:00pm on Saturday. The participants were booked into the local Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge since the classes went until 10:00pm and began again at 7:00am on Sunday. This schedule allowed the shops to send their employees without too much down time.
I arrived at the school 30 minutes early and saw some old friends of David. As we stood talking, two women walked up. We soon realized that they were also planning to attend the classes. This was unusual, as women normally became hairdressers for beauty shops, not barbers for men in those days.
Their names were Jamie and Linda. Jamie was really cute with dark brown hair, about 5'5" or so. She had a beautiful tan. Linda was a blonde, but probably not a real one, about the same size as Jamie but with shorter hair. Not quite as cute as Jamie but she had a big pair of boobs. Each woman was, in fact, a ladies' hairdresser but they were planning to open a shop that would be for both men and women. I did not think that would ever work. I found out years later that I was wrong.
The class began on time and covered the changing styles that were happening around the USA. There was a lot to learn as society demands were really evolving. There was a new group formed last year in Liverpool and the mop top haircuts were starting to come to LA. Elvis and the new rock and roll performers were starting the transition from the 1950's styles of flattops, buzz cuts and crew cuts of the Buddy Holly days. The trend was definitely moving to longer, more free form hairstyles so our customer demand would surely be dropping.
At 7:00pm, we took a break for dinner, and went next door to the HoJo restaurant. It just happened that Jamie and Linda decided to sit with me and three other guys at a large table.
After the usual small talk, the conversation took a strange turn. Much to the guys' surprise, Linda brought up the subject of women's genital hair removal and how best to do it for those who wanted a more bare look. I thought she was just playing with our minds by asking such an outrageous question.
The three men hooted and joked about various methods of torture to remove hair. Linda and Jamie were not amused.
After a few minutes of one-sided fun, I casually mentioned, "I was asked by a lady a couple of weeks ago to shave her private areas. It turned out well. She paid me a lot of money."
There was total silence. Then after about 10 seconds one of the guys said, "You mean to tell me that a women took her clothes off in your barber shop and had you shave her privates?"
"Well, we did the job after closing hours. It was behind a curtain in the back of the shop where no one could see us. But yes, that is what happened."
Again, total silence. This time you could almost hear the gears turning in their heads as they wondered if I was telling the truth or not.
Linda finally asked, "How did it turn out? How many times did you cut her and did she need a doctor?"
There was more snickering.
"I did not cut her at all and she was very pleased. She even wrote a nice thank-you note. I have been hoping some other ladies like her would come."
I glanced around the table and noticed a very strange look on Jamie's face. When her eyes caught mine, she looked quickly down at her plate. She did not say anything.
As dinner was winding down, I excused myself to go to the men's room. After I took a leak and started back to the table, Jamie was waiting for me outside the door.
"Mark, can you and I talk in my room at 10:30? I need to ask you some more detailed questions about what you were saying."
"Sure Jamie. I will call you before I come over." She then gave me her room number.
The other class that night had to do with customer outreach and marketing. With the new trends towards longer hair, most of us were concerned about how to make frequent hair cuts more popular. It seemed to me from all the discussion that we barbers were in for a rough ride over the next few years.
My thoughts were more along the line of how to get women to demand the best in their own personal grooming but I was not going to bring that subject up for discussion.
As promised, I called Jamie at 10:30 and she said to come over.
I noticed when she opened the door that she had changed into a casual sweat suit top and pants. Unexpectedly, Linda was not there. I learned later that she had gone out to a bar with a couple of the other participants.
"Hey Mark, thanks from coming over. Please come in." I walked by her and sat in the chair near the TV, which was showing a re-run of I Love Lucy. She turned it off as I spoke.
"Jamie, are you OK? You seemed kind of quiet and more withdrawn than you were earlier in the day."
"I'm fine but have been thinking a lot about some of the things you said at dinner. Let me explain. My husband went to a bachelor party for one of his friends a few weeks ago. As men do at those, the host had some of the latest porn films. These films had not yet been released so he borrowed them from a buddy who works at one of the porn production companies. Seems like they were not yet cleared by the lawyers due to probable community standards violations. The big problem is that all the women were shaved and their pussies looked too much like those of young girls."
"Wow, all of them?"
"Yes, every one. My husband came home and told me about how he was turned on by that. We had wonderful sex for an hour that night. Now, he has asked me three times to shave my pussy like those women did. I can trim my hair like a bikini cut but I really cannot shave it down to the skin without cutting the shit out of myself. I have a couple of moles down there and so I told him that I could not do it. I certainly was not going to let him do it. He is a longshoreman and has about as much finesse as a bull."
"Jamie, I understand. With the delicate skin and all the sensitive nerves in your genitals, a bull with a razor is the last thing you want."
Jamie took a deep breath and the words exploded from her mouth, "So Mark, I want you to shave me like you did that other woman and the quicker we can do it, the less time I will have to come to my senses and back out. Will you do it?"
Now I took a deep breath and said, "Sure, I can see you after closing on Tuesday if you want to come to the shop around 8:00. Would you like to bring Linda along since you may want to have her shave you after this? She can learn from what I do."
"Absolutely not. Linda and I are business partners but I would never trust her with a sharp blade anywhere near me. But, she may want to be shaved since she likes to please all the boys that hang around her like flies."
She continued, "If I like what you do, I will mention that I heard you were taking appointments and see what she says. I don't ever see this as a service we would offer in our shop so there is no reason to train any of us to do it."
"OK then, is Tuesday set?"
"Yes, I will be there between 7:45 and 8:15 depending on the traffic. Thanks very much."
I shook hands with Jamie and walked to the door. The excitement of my experience with Shelley was alive again. She followed me, reached out, grabbed my arm and turned me around to face her.
"Do you promise to never tell anyone about me or what happens in the shop?"
Her eyes were focused on mine. "Absolutely, I promise I will never reveal your identity or that of any of my clients. It's your story to tell, not mine."
"Good. I am not like those girls in the porn film and I don't want anyone except my husband to ever know that I was shaved, except you of course."
I left her room and walked back to mine. It was a very cool evening but I was very warm from the excitement of another appointment. I could sure use the money. Then I remembered, we did not discuss a price for the work. Oh well. I will enjoy it whatever it is.
Sleep escaped me most of the night. I kept thinking about Jamie. While she was not beautiful like the Hollywood starlets, she was very pretty to 99% of the rest of us. I guessed she was about 32 and had medium brown skin like she may be from Spanish heritage like possibly Mexican or one of the islands. Her voice was mid-western or maybe a bit southern but there was no hint of Spanish. I was intrigued by both her looks, her voice and those big, dark eyes. But with all the loose fitting clothes she wore so far, I couldn't tell anything about her figure except that she was smaller than Linda.
The experience with Shelley came roaring back in my thoughts. This time, I would try to make Jamie more comfortable with additional pillows and a smaller and more direct light that would not look like a stage show spotlight. I also wanted to have a more complete discussion of the procedure beforehand.
Maybe Jamie could give me her opinion on shaving cream fragrances that women would prefer; and she could also help me refine the procedure so that it would be more comfortable to women.
Sunday's classes were focused on a new process called razor cuts which I thought was ironic. We also were visited by a number of supplier reps who had new hair sprays, creams and shampoos. What interested me was a close trimmer for neck hair. It was small, very quiet and lightweight. This would be much better for the area around the pussy and in her butt crack.
Jamie saw me looking at the trimmer on the display table; so she walked over. She whispered, "What are you thinking about doing with that, Mark?"
