Do you have the correct address?" Sami asked Maddy.
"Yes, it is west of Union Square on 18th." The two friends continued to walk up 5th Avenue and made a left on 18th St. About halfway down the block they found their destination, Curly's. Outside the door the line had already formed with the usual mix of twenty to fifty-year old potential employees.
No one minded waiting on this warm July morning, and the mood of the crowd was quite jovial. The girls recognized Hillary and Sasha, two waiters from their last job, as they joined the line. While hanging out they gathered plenty of information about Curly's from Jeff and Max, two other bartenders also looking for a new opportunity. Jeff explained, "the new owners are financially sound. They can take on all the upfront costs without worrying about paying off big debts."
Sami sighed with relief, "great because we got stiffed from the last place. That restaurant closed without any notice and without our final paychecks."
Promptly at 10AM the doors opened and over a hundred prospective bartenders, servers, cooks, and kitchen staff walked inside. After waiting a few minutes for the crowd to settle the owner spoke up, "Hello everyone, I am Alison Walker, and my husband Steve is over there by the bar. As you can see, we have a big place here. It's about 5000 square feet, so we are looking to seat about two hundred at max capacity with another hundred or so in the bar area. And we have room in the courtyard for another hundred patrons."
Ally paused for a moment allowing the crowd to look around and walk out back. She continued, "May I have your attention. We already have our top positions filled, but we need everyone else. Please join us in the dining room for some refreshments."
"What do you think?" Maddy asked Sami.
"I like the place, and it seems pretty cool for a sports bar. Look at all the TVs."
Ally moved to an area in the dining room, where a cloth was draped over something big. "I hope you like the pastries. They are homemade and will be part of our brunch menu." The crowd agreed and Alison continued. "You may be wondering about the name Curly's. Even though Steve does have a mop of hair, you need to think about the Three Stooges." The crowd was perplexed for a moment, until Steve withdrew the cloth to reveal two red leather barber chairs.
Ally listened to the crowds' reaction of shock, intrigue, and confusion. "Steve and I got married six years ago after we shaved our heads not far from here. Since then, we have built relationships with other people, who shared in our experience. We are now all partners in this venture."
Jeff asked loudly, "do you want us to shave our heads?"
Steve responded this time, "not just the staff. We will encourage some patrons through events and contests. And of course, this includes management." With that he and Alison sat down in the chairs. A man and a woman came up behind them and without hesitation ran the clippers through the owners' hair. Steve's curls were toast in a matter of minutes, and Ally's auburn locks garnered the same fate. Once done with the clippers, Ally and Steve further shocked the group by having their heads lathered and shaved with a straight razor.
Ally stood up and rubbed her head. "I had been growing out my hair for a year waiting for this moment to christen the restaurant and initiate our idea. I can see you all think we are nuts, but I assure you we believe this concept will bring in more customers and happier ones at that."
"What do you expect of us, especially the girls?" asked Sasha.
"Just follow my lead," retorted Ally. Amongst the laughter she added, "as a real incentive we will pay you an additional $5000 to shave your head every six months. During the interim you can grow it out to whatever you wish. After six months we will pay you another five grand to shave it again."
Another prospective employee interjected, "do the guys get the same deal? And what kind of commitment do you want?"
Steve answered this time, "yes, guys get the same deal. You can leave at any time with the money in your pocket, even the day after your shave. We are fine with that because we don't think too many of you will want to leave once you have worked here. It is a matter of mutual trust, and we won't fire you right before bonus time either."
After a few more questions about the menu, attire, shift hours, and other procedures, Ally told the group, "all front of house people still interested please line up at the bar by Steve to drop off your resumes. Cooks and kitchen help please come by the table near me." Only a few people decided to leave at that point. Camaraderie had built amongst the potential staff just like Ally thought her head shave would deliver.
Following another hour of introductions and dozens of head rubs both Ally and Steve had a stack of resumes. "We will be contacting a number of you through email to come back for an interview starting tomorrow. We plan to open in September for football season, and we want to have everyone ready to go," said Steve.
Once everyone left Ally called out from the back of the restaurant, "Steve, come here. I have to show you something in the bathroom." He opened the door to find his wife propped up on the sink with her skirt hiked up to her waist and her panties around her wrist. "I shaved down here this morning, too."
Without hesitation Steve grabbed both of Ally's ass cheeks for stability, then he dove in face first. His tongue darted all over her slit, while his chin drilled as far up inside of her as possible. Ally squeezed Steve's shaved head between her thighs letting her contracted quads hold back the force of her oncoming orgasm.
After six years of marriage Steve knew a few tricks to break Ally's resistance, and to have the small ripples of delight transform in a tidal wave of pleasure. He pulled away his chin and stuck two fingers into her. Steve probed for the spot under her pubic bone. He knew massaging that sensitive flesh and continuing to dart on her clitoris, would break her last resistance.
Ally submitted to her orgasm. She grabbed Steve's head lightly digging in her nails. At first, she pulled his face in deeper, then she shoved him away. Her thigh muscles relaxed, and her torso convulsed before going limp. Steve stood up and grabbed her to makes sure she did not slip off the sink. He held Ally for a few minutes as she regained her sensibilities.
She looked at Steve with her green eyes, "Just like six years ago in the bathroom at NYU, when we made love for the first time."
"That was more of a horny fuck than real love making," Steve kidded her.
Ally chuckled, "But we did confess our love that day, and this time is a great way to start our new restaurant."
Steve blurted, "So, let's finish up. You got to play with my head. Now I get to play with yours. I haven't had the pleasure of rubbing your smooth scalp for a year." With that Steve rubbed Ally's temples and her nape. He felt the smooth firmness of her crown.
Ally looked down at Steve's growing erection. She dropped from the sink and turned around facing the big mirror. Steve came from behind her and with a couple of small thrusts his dick slipped all the way inside of her. He smiled at his bald beauty's reflection, and just like their first time it did not take very long for both of them to come this time.
Over the next month the Walkers finished construction, hired the staff, and completed the promotion for the opening of Curly's on Thursday, September 5