Madame Lambert looked like the pictures one saw in the fashion news but she looked more tired in person. She was nearing 80 years old and the fashion empire that she had built was thriving but she was still active, creating new products and new lines of clothing. The reason I met her was that she was looking for an older model (35-40) to be the face of a new cosmetic line she was introducing. My agent had submitted my portfolio and I had been chosen to be interviewed by Madame.
She was pleasant enough but a little impatient as she outlined her new line which she was going to call 'Nefertiti' after the ancient Egyptian queen who was occasionally called the most beautiful woman because of the famous bust that showed her beautiful features.
Apparently Madame Lambert felt that I had the right look for the campaign which was very good news until she told me that one of the requirements was that the model would have to be shaved bald, like Nefertiti had been.
I was shocked to hear this and my immediate reaction was to ask if I could wear a bald cap like they did in the movies. Madame said no.
I thought about it and considered what it would mean to have no hair. I had seen a couple of beautiful women who had cut their hair very short or even shaved it. When I discussed it with one of them, she said that she wore wigs and head scarves much of the time and the feeling was kind of liberating.
In the end, with a very generous salary and first class lodging if travel was required, I accepted the offer through my agent. A week later, I received further instructions.
My agent sent me to meet Monique who was to be my stylist for the time that I was Nefertiti.
Monique was very beautiful with dark flashing eyes, short black hair and chiseled cheekbones that made her appear a little bit cruel. To be candid, I found her very attractive.
Monique had a small atelier above a salon and when we met she was wearing a very tight black leather skirt and a white blouse that showed impressive cleavage. She took me to her office and sat down behind her desk to explain what was planned for me.
My agent had given me the general details and I was aware that there would be some partial nudity in the fashion magazine ads. Monique went over the details again and wanted to be certain that I was prepared for the extreme makeover that I was to be given.
"I am not really sure how I will feel losing my hair but I have been given my first check and it was pretty impressive. I am not involved with anyone and I have selected a couple of very expensive wigs to wear in public, so I guess that I am as ready as I ever will be.
After we settled everything she led be to a hairdresser's chair in the next room and told me to take off my top so it would not be covered in hairs.
I was glad I was wearing my best bra and that my own cleavage was well presented, although not as well as Monique's. Then I noticed the other woman in the room. She had a video recorder and a pair of cameras. When I looked at Monique with surprise, she explained.
"This is Giselle. She is the photographer and she will be recording this for your personal record. And for Madame Lambert, if she needs it."
Odd, I thought but everything about the situation was odd as I sat in the chair a cape was draped over me.
Giselle took a light meter reading and began to record the scene as Monique picked up her scissors and began to process of making me into the replica of ancient queen Nefertiti.
Monique worked quickly as cascades of my hair fell on the cape covering me and the floor. I should have been more upset but after years in the modelling business, I was used to others altering my appearance. This of course, was the most drastic alteration I had yet experienced.
The scissors continued clicking and my mane continued to disappear. In the mirror I saw my hair disappear until it amounted to little more than half an inch, all over my head. Next came the clippers which sheared me to the scalp, leaving nothing but stubble behind.
When Monique finished with the clippers, she ran her fingers over my head.
"You see, Cynthia. You are still beautiful without all that hair. When I am finished with you, you will be exquisite."
In the mirror I could see Monique filling a shaving mug with hot water and using a brush to work up a lather. It was oddly exciting to think of this beautiful cruel looking woman shaving my head and when she began to spread the hot lather on my scalp the excitement increased and moved to my abdomen. There was no doubt. I was aroused by my submission to the razor.
Once my head was painted with white foam, Monique produced a straight razor which reflected the light.
"Don't worry Cynthia. I know how to use this."
And she began to carefully scrape the hairs away on the back of my head. It was surprisingly erotic to be undressed this way. Monique was skillful and as she shaved me, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy it.
Monique worked quickly shaving around both ears and on the crown of my head. I felt so nude as her fingers searched my scalp and the nape of my neck for any missed spots. She touched up a couple of places where I was not smooth enough and then wiped away the traces of lather with a hot towel.
This was followed by a soft massage using cocoa butter. When that was complete she showed me my shiny head in a hand mirror.
