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My Career Ch. 01

By: memorable_event



The following story is an original work of fiction. All characters described in this story are over the age of 18. If any of these characters resemble historical people, it is a coincidence. All rights are reserved. 

This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. I will appreciate constructive advice and comments you may have. There is no reason to be gentle; I am a big boy and can take it. As a word of caution, I am a retired scientist and do not write in the flowery style of many stories you read here. You will not see descriptions like "her tunnel full of sweet nectar-like honey, one-eyed snakes" etc. I have news for you-her pussy will never taste like sweet honey and guys' cocks don't have fangs. Although, come to think of it, honey dripped on a beautiful woman's pussy would be nice to taste. I think have a good story for you. I hope you enjoy it. 

The editor for this story was XTipsyX. Her spelling and grammar expertise was a critical help along the way. She also provided suggestions on scene descriptions and I always used them. Any errors remaining in this story are mine alone and probably occurred after her last edit.  

My Career -- A Barber's Adventures in Shaving Women's Genitals

Chapter 1

My name is Mark. Now that I am 77, the decision to retire is a bit easier than it would have been over the past years. My eyesight and steadiness of hands are slipping away. Only now can I feel comfortable relating the story of my career and how it evolved. 

My last clients have moved on to another person I trained. Hopefully, all my former clients will appreciate and also forgive my relating this short account of a very long, interesting life and the parts they played in it. All names are from my imagination. Only if you remember the event as I describe it, would you know your part in my narrative. Please forgive me if you recognize yourself and remember the event with less enthusiasm than I convey. As I promised, your privacy is critically important to me and I will never compromise it. 

I am a barber. Or maybe I should say now that I was a barber. Like many guys who returned from war, I had to learn new skills. There was not much opportunity for a sniper in Los Angeles in the 1950's. 

My older brother David owned a one-man barbershop not very far from Hollywood. He was an excellent barber and built a solid business. No matter if you were a normal man off the street or a major studio star, he gave everyone a great haircut. Today it would be called a "styling" I suppose, except the styles were much shorter then.

For many men in those days, a close shave was as important as a cut. The combination of oils, heat, shaving foam, facial massage and the sharpness of a straight razor in skilled hands resulted in a shave that lasted far longer than anything they could do at home. 

David was proud of my military service (and me) and enjoyed relating the war stories I lived to his many customers. These stories grew both in scope and drama over the years, of course. 

1958

"Hey David, how's it going?" I said when entering his shop. 

"Hey little brother. Going good, I suppose." He only glanced my way for a second before returning to his job. 

There were three men sitting along the wall to the left, absorbed in conversation, waiting their turn in the chair. "Mark! We have been hearing about you and all the great shots you made in Korea," one of them shouted. 

"Believe me, with David's help the shots are improving every day," I responded. Laughter filled the shop. "He has a way of making every story better." 

"We know, we know, but the old boy gives a great cut and shave. We have to talk about something every week while we wait. We are well practiced in stories. Have you found a job yet?"

"Not yet, still working hard to find one but there are lots of guys looking." 

David said, "Mark, I have been thinking about bringing on a trainee to help out around here. You ever think about being a barber?" 

I heard a snicker from somewhere along the left wall but was not sure who was honest enough for that sort of reaction.

"What are you saying, David? You want me to be a barber in your shop? You have never indicated any willingness to take on an employee." 

"Yeah, I know. But the business is growing and I have three to five guys waiting all the time. I just don't like to hold these guys up like that."

From the left wall again: "David, you expect Mark to go from killing guys in war to using sharp instruments on them here? Uh, I don't know about that." 

"Exactly, Steve. Do you realize the nerves, steady hand and patience this guy has? That is exactly what a great barber needs. Besides, you guys know as well as I do that I need to get off my feet and sit down occasionally. With several of you sitting here all the time watching me, I cannot stop at all during the day. So I have been thinking for a long time about training someone. Believe me, it would be the best for all of us." 

I replied, "OK David. When do we begin? At least I can help you and make a little money. I would like to find a nice lady sometime and will need a steady job to support her." There was another snicker or two from the left. 

I did not realize the impact of this decision on my life for many years. 

1961

David died. On the way to work, a speeding car whose driver had completely ignored the four-way stop sign broadsided his car. Killed instantly, according to the doctor, so at least he did not suffer. But we did. 

Many of his customers and their wives came to the funeral. They all stopped to visit with David's wife Wendy and their two children. Many of them also came to our house-- visiting, telling funny stories from his shop and how much they appreciated David. They all asked what we needed or how they could help. Their big hugs and quiet words of encouragement meant the world to us. Tragic deaths like this were all too common before seat belts so we had a lot of practice in consoling families. 

I re-opened the shop for business the following week and several guys came by each day. Even though I was not as good at cutting hair as David, most of them came anyway. My ability to give a very close shave was what really saved me, and eventually my career as a barber. 

However, the Gillette introduction of adjustable razors in the late 1950's was the beginning of the end to barbershop shaves -- at least the kind men needed. So it was only a matter of time before my skills at cutting hair (not so good) combined with the lower demand for close shaves. The business that David started slowly died as more and more men found better barbers and no longer needed shaves from me. 

Late one afternoon, as I was thinking about closing the shop early, a lady walked in with a gentleman. Ladies rarely came to this shop unless they were trying to raise money for some cause and wanted my contribution. This lady did not look like she wanted to raise money. 

She had raven hair, styled into a bouffant with flicked up ends that just touched her shoulder. She was tall, 5'8" or so and was beautiful. Her makeup looked like it was done in one of the studios and she carried herself with confidence. I thought to myself that she had that Jackie Kennedy type of style. As she walked toward me, the rapid click of her high heels on the tile floor indicated that she was on a mission.

"Are you Mark?" 

"Yes, how can I help you?" 

"My name is Shelley." She offered me her hand. It was delicate, soft and strong all at the same time. This was an unusual lady -- no wimp for sure. 

"I would like to have a private conversation with you." She looked straight into my eyes. She had my full attention. What could a lady of her obvious sophistication need to discuss with me? 

Shelley did not introduce the man, which I thought was a little odd. Since he did not approach or offer his hand, I gradually realized that he was her bodyguard, not a husband or friend. Now I was really intrigued. I had seen bodyguards with major screen stars and occasionally with some of David's very wealthy customers. They were always in the background and hardly ever came into this shop. 

She turned toward him. "Jim, please wait outside for me. It will be just a few minutes," she said. She then turned to me as he left. Her hazel eyes were captivating. 

"Mark, I have something very personal and somewhat embarrassing that I want to ask you."

"Yes?" 

"My friend has been here several times and the shaves you give him are the very best I have seen. His beard does not grow back for a couple of days and I cannot feel any stubble, which is amazing. Would you consider shaving me?"

I stared at her, totally befuddled. 

"What? Shave your face?"

"No. My genital area." 

That almost knocked the breath out of me. I never saw that one coming. It is not every day you hear a lady (especially like her) talking about shaving her genital area, at least not in the 1960's. That was a subject men occasionally bragged about after seeing the then rare porn film that featured bare pussy shots. I never heard anyone talk about wives or girl friends that shaved their pussies. Maybe that was happening but no one talked about it. I had never seen a bare one on a grown woman. 

"Shelley, I have no experience with that. Sure, I shave guys' faces every day but for areas like you mention, I always thought you used hot wax or some other method of controlling hair growth." 

"I know, Mark, but that is very painful and I thought that the shave like you do would be much better for short term purposes. I realize that I am asking you for a personal favor that goes far beyond normal. I understand completely if you do not want to do it. However, I cannot do it myself as well as you could and I really don't trust anyone else to do it. But I would like to surprise my boy friend on his 30th birthday next week."

I hesitated for what seemed like a minute but was probably only a few seconds. 

"Shelley, I am going take a chance. I am willing to try if you are sure about this." What I really thought was that I needed the work. It had really been slow in the shop. But I also wanted to see this woman's pussy. It was probably one of the easiest decisions I ever made. 

She responded, "Let's try it one time and see. From what my friend says, you are an expert with a razor. I need you to promise that you will not tell anyone that I was here. As you know, word gets around this town overnight if you ever betray my trust." 

"Yes, I know, and you can trust me completely. When would you like to do this? More importantly, where would you like me to do it? Your home or somewhere else?" 

"His birthday party is Friday night. Lots of people are coming and the decorators will be working at the house next week. So I would like to come here on Thursday night about 8pm." 

"Here?" I asked.

"Yes, maybe you can set up a table or something behind a privacy curtain."

I glanced around the shop and immediately started problem solving on how I would do that. 

"Of course, let me put some thought to this and I will be ready for you."

I watched as she departed. She looked as marvelous from the back as from the front. Shelley was one knockout lady, even in a town full of them. 

A hundred thoughts at a time raced through my brain. What did I just agree to? Where do I learn how to do this? I don't know any man that has ever tried to shave a woman's pussy. Now, I have seen several pussies; who hasn't? But how do you go about shaving one? What happens if I nick her? Does her bodyguard kick my ass? Can I use my regular face oil on her sensitive areas? What about the foam and creams I always massage into a guy's face? How can I apply them to a pussy without massaging it in? Will she slap the shit out of me when I even try? Oh man, this is not going to end up well. 

For the next few days, my brain worked overtime. Although I had a number of the normal customers in, my mind was on the task coming up. Obviously, I needed to have a table she can lie on, and a strong light source so I can see all the details of her skin. Any little bump or blemish could end up as a cut. 

With men, I push up or down on their cheeks, jaws or their chin to stretch and smooth out the skin for the razor. That is the only way I know to avoid nicks and allow maximum closeness. With a woman's pussy, what do I hold? How will my straight razor fit around the folds and crevices? How do I shave those little hairs between the outer and inner labia? This was too much to think about, especially since I suffered from hard-ons every time I thought about the details. Why did I ever agree to this?

Thursday evening came quickly. Shelley was fifteen minutes late but I expected that. 

"Hi Mark, sorry I am late. I really appreciate you staying a couple of hours past your closing to help me."

"Hi Shelley, no problem. I have been giving a lot of thought to this and I think I am ready when you are. Could I suggest that you slip off your dress and put on this gown? I will lock the front door unless your associate would like to wait inside."

"You can lock it. He is waiting in the car and knows it may take a while. He is just a hired guard to make sure nothing happens to me. I am not worried about you since I came to you based on your reputation." 

"Good, just step into the restroom if you would like to change. I am just about ready to go."

"Mark, you are about to shave the most private parts of my body. Why should I bother to change in another room?" Her smile was captivating and I felt like a fool. Somehow, that logic had completely escaped my mind. 

"Of course, you are right. I'm sorry." 

She unzipped the dress, unhooked the fastener behind her neck and slipped out of it in just a few seconds. I think that once she committed to this, her mind slipped into a professional mode much like it would if she were going to a gynecologist. Since I am not one of those guys, this was a major event for me. She hung the dress on a hanger I provided and I took it over to the coat rack. 

I was expecting to see nylons and a garter belt but she was only wearing panties. Her legs really were as tan as they looked. Wow, she had an amazing body. 

Her bra was beautiful, with lace, and it covered and supported very full breasts. I am not an expert on breast size but they would certainly be more than a handful. Her cleavage was what men dream about. 

Shelley's lacy panties also matched the bra. She slipped them off with little fanfare and put them in her purse. Double wow! Her body showed no obvious fat but she was certainly not skinny. She had to be in her early to mid-30's but time had been very good to her. Everything was firm and fit. My cock was starting to react so I hurriedly asked her to climb onto the table and lie flat on her back. I did not want her to see my unprofessional cock, which had its own mind. 

I had purchased a very soft pad and white sheets to make the table as comfortable as I could. But I did not want to use any sort of stirrup to support her legs as that is always very uncomfortable to a woman, or so I had heard and read. The plan was that she would open her legs to give me access as needed on each side. If she became concerned, her legs would not be restrained and she could close them quickly. 

"Shelley, let me go through the process I am planning to use and see if you have any better ideas. The first thing is that I need to turn on a lamp that is on the stand over there which will give me the proper light I need to protect your safety and avoid any nicks. As you can see, the standard lighting in here is not good, especially at night, so that is the reason for this extra light. 

Then I will put on these new latex gloves, again for your protection. 

Next, I am going to remove the largest part of your hair with these electric clippers. I will be very careful to not let the clipper touch your skin. After that, I will use a hot towel applied directly to your genital area to soften the remaining hair. If it is too hot for you, just let me know and I can remove it quickly. It will be at the same temperature as the towels I use when shaving a man's face but I don't know how sensitive you are to the heat. I am going to be very careful to assure your comfort."

Jamie responded, "That sounds fine. I have used hot towels before and it should be no problem. What comes after the heat treatment?"

"The next part is what I want to discuss. Normally, with a man's shave, I would apply some warm oil and then a shaving cream and massage it into the skin with my hands. Since this is my first time at this, what are you comfortable in allowing me to do? Do you want to massage the oil and cream into the hairs?" 

"Mark, I am laying here with my genitals fully on display to you. I know you are a professional and will not take advantage of me. Please do what you need to do and let's get going." 

"OK, so I will apply the oil and cream and then carefully begin to shave the area as needed. Please know that I will have to gently stretch the skin around your vulva to allow the razor to remove all the hair. To do that, I will have to touch your labia majora and possibly the labia minora to stretch the skin. But I promise to do the least amount I can and not touch your most sensitive areas more than necessary." I was proud of my knowledge of the proper names for a woman's genital parts. It took two trips to the library to find a medical book that showed them. 

"Sounds good. I will let you know if I get uncomfortable but I trust you." I noticed a slight smile on her lips. 

"Good, so please lie back on the pillow while I pull the light into place." 

"Mark, do you think you can also remove the hair around my anus." 

I almost knocked the light over. Never once did I even think about hair growing in the butt crack of a woman. Oh god, why did I agree to this? 

"Of course, Shelley, I was planning to ask you about that." I lied, but did it convincingly. 

"Yes, I think while you are working there, just go ahead and make me as hairless as you can." 

"While we are thinking ahead, would you like the hair above your Mons shaped into some pattern or removed totally?" 

Without missing a beat, she said "How about trimming it to form a small neat triangle with the bottom pointing to my clitoris." 

Again, I swallowed hard and felt my cock jump. Sophisticated women just did not talk to men using those words in the 1960's, at least not in polite company. But this was a whole new world to me and I needed to grow into it. It was clear that Shelley had thought about this and her decisions were both quick and final. 

I picked up the trimmer normally used on men's hair, held it so that Shelley could see what I was doing and cleaned it carefully with disinfectant. 

"I want to make sure everything that comes anywhere near you is clean and bacteria free. This is the trimmer I will use for initial hair removal." She nodded. 

I turned on the trimmer and its quiet hum began the next stage in my career. Carefully trimming all the longer hair from her pussy area took only a couple of minutes and did not require me to touch her. I then took a small new brush and swept away the cut hair. I must have touched her clit with the brush bristles since she jumped a bit. But she didn't say anything and I continued. 

I did notice the hair in her anal area while I worked but decided to not try that trimmer between her cheeks due to its size and shape. I also did not think the vibration to her ass would be appreciated. (By the end of my career, I learned this was not an issue at all. I will tell you more later.) 

I removed the hot towel from the steamer and carefully unfolded it with tongs to cool to the proper temperature. Normally, while I waited for this to happen, I would be telling jokes or listening to an extravagant lie about something. With Shelley, I really could not think of anything to say. Being speechless was never a characteristic of mine before tonight. She was likewise quite with her eyes closed. After a couple of minutes, the towel felt right to me and I folded it to fit between her legs. 


My Career Ch. 01



As I gently laid it across her, she reacted with heavy breathing and little oohs. But she quickly assured me that it was fine and that the warmth felt good. I then asked her to raise her bottom a bit so I could wrap the towel under her. That was needed to soften the hair in her anal area. She did that without any hesitation. 

After a few minutes, I removed the towel and poured warm oil into my gloved hands and began rubbing it onto all the remaining hair. Now it was obvious that she was getting a bit aroused. Her body twitched a few times and her breathing pattern changed. But again, she never said a word so I continued. The labia were swollen when I finished the oil rub. Her clit was also peaking out from its hood and there was a viscous fluid coming out of her vagina. 

I needed to be careful. I did not want to embarrass her more than she already was. 

I slowly applied a shaving cream with my gloved hands to the entire area. Again, her breathing quickened, her head jerked back and her hands grabbed the pad along her sides. Did she just have an orgasm? Again, no words were exchanged so I continued. 

"Shelley, I am now going to begin the razor work. Please do the best you can to not move suddenly, cough or sneeze without warning me. This razor is very sharp." 

I offered her a towel to cover her eyes before I turned on the bright work light. She accepted and I gently laid a fresh towel over her face. I think I saw a slight smile but maybe I was just imagining things. I then turned on the floodlight. Wow, another jump from my uncontrollable cock. This was an amazing sight. 

"Shelley, I am going to be touching you now and you will feel me pulling and stretching your skin as I shave. Please warn me if you need to move in any way. Do you need to stretch your legs or stand up for a minute?" 

"Actually, I do. Where is the rest room?" 

"It's just in the hallway, first door on the right." Thank heavens I had cleaned that room top to bottom and replaced the toilet since I could not get the old one looking as clean as it really was. 

She laid the towel aside and slid off the table. As she walked away from me, I just stared at her butt. The firm cheeks swaying from side to side as she walked held my undivided attention. That was one fine ass.

After listening to her pee and washing up, I was more excited than ever. This was not good, but what could I do? 

She returned to the table and quickly climbed up and resumed her position. 

"Thanks, I needed that break. Sorry about wiping off some of the shaving foam. 

"No problem, I have plenty. Just let me know if you need anything at all." I noticed that she did not recover her eyes with the towel. 

I flipped on the light again, re-applied the shaving cream and reached for my razor. I always stroked it across the strop a few times just to make sure no burrs are on the edge. I suddenly remembered that my strop was still on the chair outside of the curtained area. So I excused myself and told her what I needed to do. 

While touching up the straight razor, I noticed Jim outside the window looking at me. 

Returning to Shelley, I gently opened her legs and began on her left side. Since I am right handed, that was the easiest way to work for now. With my left hand, I

stretched her labia to the right and slowly shaved the hairs now standing erect. As expected, the razor did a fantastic job and all I could see was bare, totally hairless skin. 

I continued working the side of her left labia until it was totally smooth.

The only way I could create tension and smooth the shaving area was to pull on her outer labia. This put my hand into contact with the most sensitive area around her clit. The tension and the tugging while my little finger rubbed against her clit and the opening of her vagina created a wave of electricity within her body. She was probably approaching an orgasm; maybe she was in one as her stomach muscles were twitching and her breathing was more rapid and irregular. Her nostrils were flaring and a few beads of perspiration were on her forehead. 

To help her control, I backed off and started shaping the triangle she wanted. That was very easy and did not generate additional sexual tension. She relaxed and appeared to resume her normal breathing. I also relaxed for a moment. 

"Thanks Mark, I appreciate what you just did. I needed a little break." 

"Shelley, we are going to get through this together so please relax. However, to shave the right side of your vulva, I need to change the angle since I am right handed. I really should have thought of this earlier so we could discuss it. I suggest that you lie on your back, like you are now, and bend your legs so that the bottoms of your feet are touching. Of course, I will need to remove your shoes. Is that OK?" 

"Sure." 

I lifted her foot and unbuckled the small strap holding the right shoe. I saw the most beautiful foot with perfectly manicured and polished nails. This lady's body was flawless. 

After removing the left shoe, I quickly changed to new latex gloves. I wished I could have changed my undershorts as my pre-cum was really leaking now. 

With her legs now splayed open and her pussy accessible, I stepped up along the left side of the table. Her arm was between the table and my leg. I could feel the warmth of her arm near my cock but she was not rubbing me on purpose, I thought. 

I leaned over her chest and stomach and began to pull her right labia toward the left to give me the tension needed. With every movement of my hand, I saw her clear vaginal fluid sticking to my glove and stringing along as I moved my hand. My breathing then began to speed up. I had to concentrate hard to get through this without causing a scene. 

I was so focused on not nicking her that I completely ignored the obvious signs of her arousal. Her clit was distended and her hands again gripped the sheet. Now that her feet were bare, I noticed that her toes were curled. Even more perspiration was obvious on her chest.

We needed a break. 

"Shelley, let's talk for a second about how best to shave the other hairs." 

"Well, I assume you mean my anal hairs. I was thinking that it might be best if I get on my knees and raise my rear so you can shave it." Again, I felt dumb but excited to think about her suggested position. 

"OK, that will work. Let me wipe you off with warm water and then we can finish." I grabbed a new towel, dampened it and then gently removed the remains of the oil and shaving foam. She again seemed to enjoy this attention and soft friction. 

Immediately, she turned over, tucked her knees under her stomach and raised her butt into the air in front of my face. Oh god, why me? Her butt crack opened beautifully and revealed the most perfect hole I could imagine. Not a fold out of place, tight and very neat but with several dozen fine hairs. 

"That's good Shelley. Let me apply some shaving foam and it will take just a moment to finish the shave." I slowly rubbed the foaming cream in her butt crack, but avoided her hole. This must have tickled her as she started giggling. 

After just a moment while the foam did its job and me staring hypnotized by her butthole, I picked up the razor and spread her cheeks to create tension on the very delicate skin. Another giggle. 

"Shelley, please. Every time you laugh, your bum moves and it's making me nervous. I really don't want to get this far and cut you now." 

"OK. Let me concentrate on something else while you finish. Sorry." 

I then resumed the stretching, spreading and slowly shaving the few remaining hairs. Even though the steel blade was at room temperature, it was obviously cold to her. Every time the blade touched the sensitive folds around her hole, I heard Shelley sucking air through her teeth and saw her butthole wink at me. I almost lost it. 

Using a new towel, I then carefully washed off the remains of the foam and announced that we were finished. And I really meant "we" as it was as hard on her as it was on me. 

She turned and sat on the edge of the table. Leaning back, Shelley's hand slipped down to her pussy area and quickly felt for any stray hair or stubble. 

"Well, I must say that I feel like a newborn baby. Not a single imperfection and the smoothness is amazing. Just touching myself is causing tingles," she said while sliding off the table. 

Shelley walked to the coat tree. Quickly, she pulled her panties from her purse and slipped them over her feet and up her legs. She next picked up her shoes and buckled them on, then removed the dress from the hanger and slipped it over her head. She asked me to zip it up, which I was glad to do. I sure wished I could rub my finger up her flawless back inside the zipper but did not dare. Her purse was near the coat rack. She picked it up, removed and handed me an envelope. 

"Mark, I am impressed that you could do such a delicate job for me. Your skills are perfect for such sensitive work. Here is an amount that I think is fair for making you go to all this trouble. I really appreciate your work and am sure my boy friend will be pleasantly surprised." 

Then she shocked me by quickly leaning over and kissing the side of my face as if it was the most natural thing to do. The warmth of her face and smoothness of her lips is still one of my favorite memories. She then looked down, obviously at my bulge, and said, "I am sorry that I was not able to be as under control as you were. Your touch, the oil and cream rub and the way you handled the razor was just too much. My friend said your hands were steady as a rock with a razor and I certainly agree. Thank you."

Neither one of us mentioned the very obvious hard-on trying to escape my trousers. It was also like a rock. 

Shelley then turned and walked out. The steady clicking of high heels on the floor brought a little sadness with its sound. I remember thinking that would be the last time this night would ever happen. What a great memory, however! It is now more than 50 years later and the details are as fresh in my mind as the day it happened. 

In the envelope was $100.00, which is as much as I would have charged for 20 haircuts.

About a week later, the mail arrived one day. I was cutting hair so the mailman dropped it in a pile on a chair near the door. The rest of the day went by quickly as I was unusually busy for a change. As I was locking up for the night, I glanced at the mail pile and decided to finally open them. Near the top, there was a small envelope that was unusual. It had no return address and it was in a wonderfully precise and flowing handwriting. I opened it. 

"Dear Mark,

Thank you very much for your professional work last week. My boy friend was shocked and ecstatic with your work. It was a very fun weekend and I was much more sensitive to his touch than I ever thought possible. He has no idea that you shaved me and I will never tell him. 

Again, thank you. I am sure we will meet again. S. " 

That was just the beginning. I later saw her being interviewed on TV one night and her name was not Shelley. That did not surprise me for a second. 

End of Chapter One



My Career Ch. 02



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?" 

I whispered back "Show you on Tuesday." She smiled and walked away. We did not make an effort to talk again that day. I did buy the trimmer. 

Monday evening was the only time I could go out shopping. As soon as I could close, I headed to the local mall to pick up another couple of pillows and more towels. Then on to the lighting store to find a small light and stand. I bought one with the brightest lights possible. Finally, back to the shop to get things in order. 

On Tuesday, one of my clients asked about the curtain track I had installed on the ceiling. 

"Well, I have been thinking about hiring out the space to a hairdresser and then we will have both women and men coming into the shop. Since women do not want men to see them while their hair is in a mess, I thought I better put up this curtain for a while to see if that plan takes off." Thankfully, I had practiced that lie since I knew the question would be asked. 

"Mark, that will cause a big cramp in our story telling. It will eliminate most of the jokes we tell in here," as everyone laughed. 

"Well, we will just have to learn some new ones. Maybe the ladies will tell us some." I said. Another round of laughter. 

I closed at 6:00pm that night and went out to get a burger. Around 7:50, I heard a knock and looked up to see Jamie. As I opened the door, I noticed that her hair was nicely styled and very different from Sunday. She had on a dark blue short sleeve blouse and it showed her well-defined nipples.

"Good evening, Jamie. You are right on time and I am relieved that you did not back out of this."

"I would have called you if I had changed my mind." She had a big smile and reached out her hand.

I noticed she wore white shorts and casual walking shoes. Her legs were magnificent both in shape and color. She led the way to the back of the room and I watched her ass swing from side to side--almost hypnotizing me. I was starting to like this job more and more. 

"Have a seat over there, Jamie, and let's talk through the procedure so you can made suggestions and upgrades as you would like. I know this is not a comfortable thing for you."

"Actually, Mark, I have been thinking a lot more about this since we talked and am feeling better about it. I am happily married and want to please my husband's little emerging fetish, at least one time, so that he can see that sex with me is just as good with or without the hair. You and I are definitely not going to have sex so there really is not much I am afraid of. My doctor examines and touches me everywhere anyway; and in a way, you're a professional like him."

"Thanks for the promotion, Jamie." She smiled. 

"Here is what I am planning. First, you will need to remove your shorts and panties. There is a small table behind you with a place you can lay them. Next, I need you to lie on this comfortable table and arrange the pillows however you like. However, I will need you to place one pillow under your rear so that it raises your genital area up a bit."

"Wow, you have put some thought into this." 

"I will use one of the standard electric trimmers to clip the hair down to about an eight of an inch. The trimmer has been disinfected, of course." She was smiling again. "After that, I will use the new small detail trimmer to clip the hair down to skin level, being careful to avoid any moles or other bumps. As you know, the hairs around your vulva are a bit more coarse than other hair on your body so I will want to soak them in warm baby oil and then a hot towel to soften them. I plan to apply the oil with my hand, if that is OK with you. If not, I will need for you to do it."

"No, that's OK. I always wondered what it would be like to have a nice man rub warm baby oil all over my pussy." We both laughed nervously which relieved some of the tension. 

"The next step is the hot towel that needs to rest on you for a couple of minutes. Although, the towel will come from the steamer, I plan to let it cool some so that it will not be too hot for you. After the hot moisture has done its job, then I will apply the shaving cream and start to work. You mentioned two moles that you were concerned about so I will be very careful when working around them. The whole job should take about 10 to 12 minutes. Oh, do you want the hair above your Mons removed completely or shaped into some sort of pattern?"

"Let's completely remove it." 

"OK, what about the few hairs that are around your anus?" I asked. 

"Mark! Do you talk to all the nice girls like this?" She had a stern look. 

At first, I thought I had offended her but then she started smiling again. 

"Sure, let's get me as hairless as can be so there will be no complaints at home. My hubby does like to lick and finger fuck my ass sometimes." I did not know if she was joking or not so I just let it go. She did not laugh this time so maybe it was for real. 

"Sounds good, Jamie. So after we finish your vulva area, I will ask you to flip over and raise your bottom in the air so I can slice those little hairs off. I will need to apply some shaving cream there of course but it won't take long to do the work." 

"Can I ooh and aah as you do it?" Now we both laughed which I needed as Mark junior was starting to twitch in my pants. 

"Now a few details. To make sure of your safety, I will be using a small spotlight to help me see all the details of your anatomy. I do not want to cut you anywhere and it is just too dark in here unless I use the additional light. My hands are very steady so please don't worry about that. Secondly, I will use new latex gloves to keep my hands from touching your skin. Although it takes away a little of the dexterity I need, I found that my previous client preferred that I use them. Are these details OK with you?" 

"Sure, but if you wash your hands very carefully, I see no reason to require you to wear gloves. I think I want you to have the most dexterity possible and I have been touched by men's hands before. But I will warn you that with all the rubbing you will be doing with the oils and creams, I am likely to get aroused and may even have an orgasm." She looked me directly in the eye, smiled again and then stared at me. I knew my face turned red as I could feel the heat. 

"Well, there is nothing like open and honest communications." I said. "If you would like me to stop at any time, just say so. Any sudden movement by you will be dangerous so please let me know if you need to move." 

"Before we begin, let me take a break and use your facilities. Talking about all of this has caused my bladder to overload." Jamie said. 

I pointed to the rest room and said, "First door on the right."

She was in there for a while so it could have been more than a pee session. Finally, I heard it flush and Jamie washed her hands. The door then opened and I saw that she had removed her shorts and panties. With a smile, she carried her garments over to the table, folded them and placed them on a small tray I had put there. 

Jamie had a very nice small, round and firm ass. It bounced nicely as she walked. There was no bikini shading or any indication of a color change between her legs and her ass. I remember thinking this was not at all common for girls in California. Rarely did anyone sun in the nude and this was long before tanning booths were in use. 

Oh well, I need to focus on my job now and dream about that later. 

Jamie climbed up on the table and fluffed two of the three pillows. She then lay on her back and placed them so they would prop up her head as much as possible. She was clearly planning to watch me. She raised her ass enough to place the third pillow under her. The hairy bush she grew was really thick and hid most of the details of her vulva. 

Then she spread her legs and said, "Does this give you enough working room?" 

I swallowed hard and said that yes it did. Jamie's pussy was open like a flower in bloom. The interior labia were prominent but petite. Her vaginal opening was bright pink and obviously moist. The clit was well tucked away in its hood. This was a beautiful sight to a perpetually horny guy like me and my cock was paying attention. 

"Let me grab the trimmer and we will get started." I walked to the worktable, plugged in the trimmer and cleaned it again in the disinfectant. Then to the sink where I carefully washed my hands with water as hot as I could stand. 

While this was underway, Jamie asked, "So I am only the second women you have shaved?" 

"That's right. I would like to get some future business, as there seems to be more demand than I realized. But how do you go about advertising this service?" 

Jamie thought for a second and said, "Word of mouth is the best. You need to have me and that first women tell one or two other women that this service is available and, once they have been here, tell more and more. This is a personal grooming subject that very few people talk about except with their closest friends. If my husband had not seen those un-released movies, I would not be here." 

I then wiped my hands and turned on the trimmer. Her hair was quite thick so I had to work slowly starting a few inches below her navel and working down and to the side of her clit hood. Then I opened up her left leg a bit more, pulled her left labia toward her vagina and trimmed the bulk of the dark hair until just a fuzz was left. I noticed when I was handling her labia that creamy and sticky liquid was starting to flow from her vagina so I knew it was having an effect on her. 

I walked around to her left side, opened her right leg a bit wider and repeated the process until only a short fuzzy carpet of hair surrounded Jamie's entire pussy. 

"You asked Sunday why I was interested in that small detail trimmer. Now you will see." 

"I was thinking you might intend to use it on my pussy." She said, still with a smile. 

I repeated the procedure of carefully disinfecting the trimmer and walked to the table directly in front of her open legs. After adjusting the light, I slowly re-trimmed all the hair on her Mons and around both sides of her vulva. With this trimmer, the blade guard is in contact with the skin and the vibration began to cause tremors to race through Jamie's body. She squirmed and rocked her body from side to side as I worked around her clit hood and labia. 




My Career Ch. 02



"Jesus, Mark. That vibration is killing me. Can you help me out by holding the handle against my clit? When I erupt, you will know I have had enough." 

I always like to follow instructions, as shocking as they may be, so I positioned the vibrating handle next to her clit. It was really swollen and red and every time I let the trimmer touch it, she jumped and sucked in air. Now Jamie was moving all over the table. She grabbed her breasts with both hands, arched her back and threw her head back into the pillows and let out some small screams. This was the first time I had actually seen a woman overcome by an orgasm. She slammed both hands into the table beside her waist and sat straight up with a wild and vacant look in her eyes. Jamie grabbed the trimmer and my hand and held both as hard as she could against her clit while clenching her legs together. My hand felt like it was in a vise. 

Then, without warning she screamed and a rush of warm water erupted from her vagina. I thought she had peed. I was totally shocked as this was new to me and very unexpected. 

After the climax passed, her eyes refocused and she stared straight into my eyes. 

"Mark, that was amazing. I have an orgasm quite often with my husband but never like this. Can we take a break and let me freshen up a bit? We need to talk." 

End of Chapter 2



My Career Ch. 03



Jamie walked to the restroom, turned on the light and closed the door. I quickly changed the sheet on the table and put the soiled sheet in my office to be washed at home. I then washed my hands and arms. That pee, or whatever it was, had sprayed everywhere. 

I remember thinking that I was in big trouble by causing her to climax with the trimmer and my hand. But what could I have done differently? Was she mad at me? What did she want us to talk about?

After what seemed like five minutes, I heard the toilet flush and Jamie washing her hands. The door then opened and she emerged and turned off the light. Much to my surprise, she was smiling and there was definitely a bounce in her step as she walked back to the table. My, what a petite and firm ass she has! Maybe I said that before. 

"Mark, grab a chair and come over here near me," she said while climbing back on the table. I felt like a schoolboy being disciplined by the teacher. She sat on the edge with her legs dangling over the side. She must have been a little nervous as she started swinging her legs back and forth. 

I did what I was told and pulled one of the chairs up near, but to the side, of her so we could face each other. She reached out her left hand and touched my right hand as it rested on the table near her leg. 

"First of all, that was an amazing orgasm you gave me. It was like a wave crashing over me and I was out of control. The combination of your very soft hands, the pressure you put on my clit and the vibration of that trimmer would drive any woman out of her head. But, I think it is time to establish some ground rules before we go ahead. OK?" 

"Sure. I am sorry to have caused your discomfort but I really did not think about the impact of that combination of vibration and my hand massage. Can you forgive me?" She then took my hand into hers. 

"I was NOT in discomfort, Mark. And there is no need to apologize. As I told you earlier, I was likely to have an orgasm with all the massaging you were going to do. And I was not joking with you. I just did not expect it to be that soon and to have such power. I was totally out of control." 

She continued, "But I want you to know that before we start again, I am never going to let you fuck me. Don't even think about it. My pussy is only for my husband and that will never change. He is the love of my life and I am absolutely committed to him. Agreed?" 

"Absolutely. I did not agree to shave you in order to have sex with you." Well, to be honest, the thought did cross my mind. "I need to find some way to save this business and to make some money so I can get married and live on my own someday." That sounded like good and pure reasoning, to me anyway. 

After a few seconds, she asked, "Have you ever had real sex with a woman?" 

That question was certainly not expected. It took a while for me to compose a response. 

"Jamie, this is hard to talk about. Yes, I have had intercourse with a couple of women-but I have dated many others. I just have not found the right one yet that I believe would be a great wife."

"How old are you?" she asked. 

"Twenty-nine." I responded.

"I thought you were still in your 20's. You have a long time ahead of you to find true love. I was lucky in that I found my husband when I was in my mid-20's. His name is Robert but I call him Bobby. All his friends call him Robert, however. He is a big man, about 6'2" and weights over 220. He is the most gentle and loving man I have ever met, but he is imposing when you see him."

"How did you two meet?" 

"A girl friend introduced us at a neighborhood block party. In fact, now that I am thinking about it, she used to date your brother David. That was a long time ago and long before he got married. I think she was a bit too aggressive and on the wild side for him. But she finally found just the man for her and settled down." 

"It really is a small world, I suppose. I have not met any of David's earlier love interests but you knew one of them and I only met you a few days ago."

"Oh, it wasn't a love interest. It was for pure sex and lust. There is a big difference." After a few seconds, she added, "You looked confused." 

"I suppose I am as I always equate sex to love and vice versa. I hear all the time that so and so made love to so and so which means they had sex." 

"True, you hear that, but you cannot 'make love,' you can have sex but love is what grows over time between two people. It is much bigger and more complex than sex. True love is a commitment, sex is for the moment." After a pause, Jamie added, "I think you knew that already but just never talked about it to anyone. Am I right?"

"Why is it that you are so open and willing to talk about all of this?" I asked. "You're right, I could never have a discussion like this with a woman and I just met you." 

"Someone needs to guide you and I think you are a really nice guy, very comfortable in your own skin, as my dad used to say. Someday that special lady will come into your life and you will need to know how to work yourself into her mind so that you have a chance with her for love, not just sex. So my help is really intended for the both of you. You and I have just not met her yet. From everything I've heard, you are a decent guy and would not take advantage of this situation. That is why I am open and comfortable sitting here, practically naked, talking like this." She smiled. 

I said, "Let me finish with the detail trimmer and get on with the oil application, OK?"

She leaned over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Did I embarrass you? If so, I am sorry." 

"No Jamie. This is new to me in many ways and I am on the steep part of the learning curve. I really appreciate your willingness to help me." I know, it was hokey but the best I could do at the time. 

She scooted her bottom back to the center of the worktable, fluffed up the pillows, laid down and arched her back to re-position the third pillow under her buttocks. She opened her legs; I adjusted the light and I leaned over between them. I smelled the fragrance of the soap that was in the rest room as I examined the hairs still around her pussy. 

It took only a minute or so to complete the trimming and I avoided touching her clit this time. 

"Jamie, can you now lift your legs? I want to trim the area between your vagina and your anus if that is OK." 

"Fine" she said as she pulled the pillow down a little farther to allow her butt to face me at a more accessible angle. Jamie then lifted both legs and pointed her feet directly toward the ceiling. "This area is one of the erogenous zones on my body so I may react to the vibration again." 

I repositioned the light and carefully trimmed the hairs down to her dark brown butt hole. 

"Can you roll over on your stomach? I need a better angle to remove the rest of your hair." She flipped over and raised her ass. I eased her cheeks open with my left hand while I trimmed the hairs in her anal crack. 

When I got near her hole, she said, "My bottom and anus area is very sensitive to the touch so beware." 

This was my opening to ask the big question on my mind. 

"You said earlier that Robert enjoys playing with your anus. Were you serious? Does that feel good to you?" I continued trimming carefully. 

"Oh yes, it really does. Now some women do not like anything touching their anal area as they consider it dirty and totally out of bounds to a man. For me, I keep myself very clean to avoid any bacterial problem–oh that tingles." She shuddered. 

"I am always ready for Bobby to massage me there, to lick it and to insert his finger into my rectum. You must be sure to have a lot of lubricant on your finger, as there is nothing naturally wet there. But the insertion feels great. It sends chills throughout my body. He has never put more than one finger in because I am pretty tight and he respects that. OH! God, that feels amazing Mark– please don't stop." 

As I trimmed the anal hairs, her sensitivity was quite obvious and so was mine. She pushed her anal opening out and in many times, much the same way as Shelley's. Each time it pushed out, I could see very light pink skin from inside her rectum. This "forbidden area" was in sensory overload. My cock was twitching along with her hole and I could feel a wave of heat that indicated I was close to shooting a load. 

"Mark, I am close to another orgasm. Please pour some baby oil on my butthole and finger fuck me as fast as you can. NOW, PLEASE!" 

She was starting to sway back and forth as I quickly grabbed the oil and poured a hand full in her butt crack. Carefully, I inserted the index finger of my right hand into her rectum and moved it slowly in and out as I watched her anus respond in each direction. She slammed back and forth into my hand as if she was fucking it. 

"Faster, faster, oh god, please go faster. NOW, damn it, NOW!" 

I rammed my finger in as far as possible and went in and out as fast as I could. Her rectum felt like it opened up into a large cavity and the only thing I could feel with my finger was the ring of very strong muscles around her hole clenching and then releasing my finger. My cock was now starting its involuntary jerk. Suddenly, the explosion in my pants rushed to my head and dazed me.

Her relief came quickly as she dropped suddenly to the table with her feet on each side of my body. She squeezed my finger (which was still buried in her rectum) and the rest of my right hand by clenching her butt muscles. Her ass, though small, was really powerful. 

Her whole body was shaking; her arms were flailing and slamming into the table. Jamie looked around her shoulder at me. Her eyes were wide open but she seemed in a trance. Perspiration was obvious on her face and neck and she let out a series of loud profanity-laced screams. If anything, this orgasm was much stronger than the first one. It took at least thirty seconds for Jamie to regain control of her rapid breathing and body twitches. 

When her mind was fully focused, she sat up and said, "I have got to get one of those trimmers." 

I responded, "I know I shouldn't comment but that was amazing. Robert is a very lucky guy and you are the sexiest lady I can possibly imagine. While we are being open and honest about sex, I admit that I just filled my pants with spunk and I need to get cleaned up a bit. But you go wash up and I will go back to the office and use some tissues." Jamie laughed and was smiling from ear to ear as she slid off the table. 

When I returned, she was sitting on the edge of the table and still smiling. "Mark, that orgasm blew my mind. You have such a delicate touch, even when you are prying my butt cheeks apart, that my body just melted." Now I smiled. 

"Jamie, turn around and lie back. I have some serious work to do." 

"You sure do, let's get on with it." 

For the third time, she lay on her back and re-positioned all the pillows. I took the remaining warm oil and began massaging it into the short stubble surrounding her pussy, perineum and anus. I did it as quickly as possible. 

"It really feels good to have your hands massaging me. That is one of the great things about being a barber. You are using oil and creams all the time and that keeps your hands very soft." 

Next was the hot towel and she was able to take the heat without any issues. Finally, I applied the cream for the shave. The one I used was actually for men and it had menthol which caused a cool, tingling sensation on her skin. 

"Mark, there is a shaving cream for women that is more neutral and does not have menthol. You might want to consider using that on other women as this one smells like a man and the menthol really tickles. I will give you the name of it." 

While I was touching up the blade on my straight razor, I asked Jamie how her new shop was taking shape. She said that they had just about finished it and were interviewing hairdressers and manicurists with the idea of being open in another week. She added, "Mark, you should consider modernizing this shop. I will bet that you could develop a business in personal grooming for women that would eclipse anything you could do with men. What do you think?"

"You really think so? If I could get enough women to come, I would be glad to get completely out of men's barbering. I am really not that good at cutting men's hair and I am slowly going broke. How could I transition the business from men to women without loosing both?" 

She thought for a few seconds. 

"I think that you start by opening the shop for men in the morning and then for women in the afternoon. But you will have to schedule appointments for women. You never want to have two of us here at the same time. I suggest you allow a full hour buffer between the women to be sure." 

"Why is that?" 

"Well, would you want another women sitting here waiting while I climaxed twice and you shot your load in your pants?" 

We both laughed.

"I guess not."

"Now, how to get the word out that you are an expert in women's personal grooming? Would you like my help in developing that business and helping you with ideas for how to fix up this shop? I think it would be fun to work together."

"Sure, that would be a big help. Are you sure you have enough time to help me?"

"Right now I do. Our business is embryonic and I really only need to be there part time. What about I come by one night next week and we do some brainstorming?" 

"Wonderful, how about Tuesday again?" I asked. 

"Sure."

With the scalpel-sharp razor, I then asked Jamie to lie back and put the balls of her feet together so that her legs would open wide. Beginning with the area above her Mons, I completely removed all the remaining stubble and then back-shaved the area so that nothing was left of any hair above her skin surface. Then, I moved to the left side of her pussy and carefully worked around a small mole until she was completely hairless. My fingers were laying on her interior labia, next to her clit while I pulled the skin taut. Slight finger movement caused her to start breathing erratically and the vaginal fluid started to flow again. She must have a super sensitive clit I thought.

After finishing the left side of her pussy, I moved around to the left side of the table so I could lean over her and quickly remove the remaining stubble on the right side. The vaginal fluid continued to flow and was now running across her perineum into her butt crack. I walked to the stack of towels and brought a fresh one to wipe away both the shaving and her cream. 

As I was wiping her, I saw a very far away look in her eyes as she stared at the ceiling. Her hands were clenching the sheet on both sides. Jamie's breathing was fairly rapid but irregular and it seemed she was really fighting the urge to climax again. 

"OK, that worked out well." I said. "Can you turn over and put your knees under your stomach and raise your bottom so I can shave it?" I would learn to love saying this to beautiful women in the years to come.

Without a word, Jamie assumed that position and I focused the light, gently opened her buttocks with my left hand and shaved the remaining hairs down to the skin surface. Her anus twitched a few times due to the cool metal gliding across her skin; but she was able to control her orgasm this time. After gently washing away the remaining residue of cream and oil, I asked if she would check my work and see if anything else needed to be done. 

Jamie reached around while she was still on her knees and felt her anal area and the area around the bottom of her pussy. She then turned over and felt the other areas around her vagina and Mons. For the first time, I picked up a mirror and held it so that a woman could see herself. 

"Mark, this is perfect. I never thought it would be totally free of any hair or stubble; and all the skin feels so soft and smooth. If Bobby doesn't like this, I will shoot him." 

"So why don't I clean up while you get dressed." 

After emerging from the restroom, Jamie (now fully dressed) came over and picked up my hand with hers and just held it. "Mark, you are an amazing man. My mind is exploding with the events of tonight and I really want to think about how I can help you give this experience to other women. Let's talk Tuesday night and see what we can figure out. Now, how much do I owe you?" 

"Let's just consider tonight a professional courtesy. I need my hair to be cut every couple of weeks so I will depend on you to do it. OK?" 

"Well, I think I am getting the better end of this bargain; but yes, it's a deal!" 

She walked toward the front door with me slightly behind to open the lock for her. She turned, hugged me and kissed my cheek-just like Shelley did. 

"See you Tuesday," she said as she left the shop. 

End of Chapter 3



My Career Ch. 04



After the appointment with Jamie on Tuesday evening, I settled into the normal routine of barbering for men. On Thursday evening, about closing time, the phone rang. 

"Hello, Mark's Barbershop." 

"Hi, a friend of mine recommended you for some detailed personal grooming," said one of the most feminine and sexy voices I have ever heard. "Would you possibly have a time slot for me tomorrow evening?" 

"Absolutely, what time would you like to come?" 

"Around 7:00 would be perfect for me." 

"Then 7:00 it is. The front door will be locked so just knock when you arrive." 

"Thank you. By the way, is this Mark?" 

"The one and only. I have a one-person shop."

"Well, my name is Cathy. See you tomorrow night."

Business was starting to look up a bit. My first real reference was coming in. I quickly cleaned up the shop and rest room one more time. It would only need a touch up tomorrow after I closed and before she arrived. I remember trying to imagine what she looked like. If the body matched her voice, she was off the charts. 

I was nervous and on edge most of the following day. Who had recommended her? Had Jamie referred someone already? I doubt that Shelley would have. 

After closing, I quickly touched up the shop and cleaned the rest room again. I put all the towels and the table in place and set up the light and the curtain. Now I was ready. I walked across the street to a small diner and had a quick sandwich and soda. 

Sharply at 7:00, I heard a knock on the door. I could see a dark image of her standing outside so I hurried to let her in. When I opened the door, my heart almost stopped. There stood one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She maxed out on every comparison scale I could think of. I stammered out "Cathy?" 

"Hi Mark, very nice to meet you." That was the voice I dreamed about last night. 

"Likewise, Cathy. Please come in." 

I locked the door behind her and watched her walk to the rear of the store and behind the curtain that was in place. My goodness, she had the perfect body with a pert and well-rounded ass and killer legs. And, she knew how to walk so that men noticed. I could have died right there with full knowledge that I had seen the best of the best. 

I estimated Cathy was about 5'7" tall with auburn hair that was straight. It was a few inches below her shoulders. Nicely tanned face, arms and legs like you see on many women at California beaches. Her face was a work of fine art with dark blue eyes. She wore a light brown top, which revealed a bare midriff; no bra, but her large firm breasts did not need the support. Her nipples were well hidden behind the folds of her top. Cathy's shorts were dark brown and about mid-thigh long. She wore open-toed sandals. I was as close to speechless as I could be. 

"Mark, you did some work for my aunt a few months ago. Maybe you remember Shelley?" 

Oh my god! Is it possible that the two most beautiful women I have ever met were from the same family? 

"I remember her very well. A stunning young lady." 

"She also remembers you very well. Like I said, she is my aunt but we are only a few years apart in age. My father is her older brother, some 18 years older in fact. Shelley and I grew up together and are very close. We share each others' secrets, if you know what I mean." 

"Of course." I replied. 

"After your work on her, she told me that she had the wildest weekend of unending sex that it was possible to have. Her boyfriend just could not keep his hands off. Her exact words that she told me to tell you were 'the plan worked, the gift was really appreciated and that she wants to see you again soon.' What she really meant is that they fucked like rabbits for two days and she wants some more."

We both laughed till tears formed in our eyes. 

"Cathy, I can tell now that you are a delightful lady. I had a wonderful time with your aunt and am very glad it worked out as she planned. Now, let's talk about what you would like to have done." 

"Basically, I want the same work you did for Shelley. However, if possible, I would also like to have a whole body massage as I have a few sore muscles and need to relax. Do you do massages? Shelley says you have the most amazing hands she has ever felt." 

My heart was only pumping about every other beat. How could the most drop dead gorgeous women come to my little shop and ask me to rub my hands all over her body? Only in dreams does this happen. 

"The massages I do are for men's faces and necks as part of the shaving experience I give. They seem to enjoy it but I have never massaged a lady, much less her whole body." 

"Shelley told me that you massaged her pussy and butt and that it just about drove her crazy with excitement. I think she said that she had two or three orgasms, which was all she could do to control. If you can do that, the rest of my body will be easy. I will help you along if I think you need it." 

Lord, deliver me now. I have seen and heard it all. Not only does the most beautiful woman in the world come into my shop and ask me to rub my hands all over her body, but she is offering to help me learn how to do it with full knowledge that she is going to have several orgasms. Can it get any better?

"Sounds like a plan to me. This is not really a massage table but we can make do this time. If you come again in the future, I will be set up properly to make you more comfortable. If you could slip out of your clothes, I will wash my hands and prepare some warm oil to use. If you need to use the ladies' facilities, it is the first door on the right." 

She nodded and walked to the restroom, turned on the light and closed the door. After a minute or so, I heard the toilet flush and the sound of hand washing. When the door opened, she was totally naked and in all of her glory. To complement her face was the most perfectly matched set of breasts I could ever imagine. Cathy had areolas about the size of Ben Franklin half-dollars and pink nipples that stood out what seemed like ½ inch. I could easily have crawled into her lap and sucked those nipples for the rest of my life. 

As expected, she sported a full bush. Her legs were works of art and the thigh muscles indicated that she exercised often. Cathy's legs tapered down to exquisite, finely chiseled ankles and feet. As she turned, I could see that her ass was round and firm, the shape you only see in Playboy. 

Cathy walked over to the side table and laid her clothes on the tray. She looked at me, smiled and climbed on the table. She laid back on the pillows and said, "I'm ready." 

I walked to the head of the table with a dish of warm oil. "I'm afraid that any massage I do on your face and eyes will ruin your makeup. Do you want me to skip those areas?" 

"No. I am going home after this and will be removing the makeup anyway so don't worry about it. It's dark outside and only you will see me messed up." Again, that easy laughter which was so enticing. 

With that, I pulled her hair back out of the way and slowly, with just my fingers, started lightly rubbing her forehead and eyelids. Just small circles and light touches across her facial features and around her mouth, nose and jaw. I thought this was the most sensual thing I had ever done. Repeating this several times resulted in her relaxing and laying her arms on the table beside her. 

"Your hands and fingers are amazing. I have never felt a gentle touch like that."

Slowly, my hands continued their journey under her chin and around to the sides of her neck. With my fingers, I kneaded her neck muscles and massaged her ears and lobes several times. I next moved to the top of her chest and shoulders. Here I added several drops of oil and began to increase the pressure to help her relax. 

Cathy's arms and hands were next. I wrapped both my hands around each arm and slowly worked down, stretching the muscles that I had lubricated with lots of oil. For a minute or longer, I massaged her hands and fingers. She watched me the entire time with an intriguing smile. I wished I knew what she was thinking. 

"Cathy, how about turning over and let me do your shoulders, neck and back." 

As she turned, I helped her rearrange the pillows to form a valley where her breasts could nestle. I did not want them squished into the table, as that might be uncomfortable. I am not sure what size bra she wore but it had to be a "C" or "D."

The warm oil dripped on her tanned shoulders, neck and back. I began a firm massage that focused first on her neck, then both shoulders. She was almost purring with low moans. My pressing down hard on her back with the heels of my hands was getting her more relaxed by the minute. I slowly continued working in circular motions across her shoulders and back and approached the base area near her ass. With my thumbs, I traced the full length of her backbone several times as my fingers curved over her sides. The way her skin moved under the pressure of my hands was turning me on. 

"Mark, I am really sore in the small of my back. Can you spend extra time there and on my buttocks?" 

Did I mention I loved this job?

"Absolutely, did you suffer an injury of some type or just sore from exercise?"

"No injury, just sore from playing tennis." That explained why her shoulder and leg muscles were so well developed. 

I walked around from the head of the table to the side next to her ass. I dripped the warm oil over the base of her back and across her butt cheeks and slowly, but firmly, massaged it in. Cathy's butt muscles were very firm and bouncy under my hands. 

As requested, I spent several minutes firmly massaging the small of her back around the base of her spine, over the coccyx into the crack of her ass. Afterwards, I went back around the bottom of her cheeks next to her legs and finally pushed up on each one. With each push, I opened her butt cheeks, which gave an unrestricted view of her asshole and pussy. 

After a few minutes of this, my cock was at full attention and the restriction of my pants was very painful. I remember not being so concerned about it since Cathy was obviously very liberated and comfortable with nudity and showing her body to men. 

"How is the view down there?" she suddenly asked. I was caught. Oh, god. What do I say or do now? But then she giggled, as my obvious discomfort was apparent. 

"Uhh, absolutely a world class scenic view." No more honest words were ever spoken. "Are you OK with the massage so far?" 

"Your hands feel so good. I don't think I have ever been so comfortable with a man massaging me. By the way, nudity does not bother me so if you want to relieve the pressure on your cock, just slip your trousers off. I won't be offended and promise not to touch." 

What to do? What to do? If word got around that I was naked while massaging a client, it would be the end of my new career. 

"Cathy, I think I will just struggle through it and learn to restrain myself. But I appreciate you thinking about my comfort."

"OK, suit yourself." 

Thinking that it was time to move on, I applied oil to her legs and started the pressure massage at the bottom curve of her ass and moved down and around each of her thighs and calves. Working the oil in with firm pressure and going up and down each leg in slow motion was just pure lusty pleasure. I paid special attention to the insides of her thighs near her pussy on each pass. 

"That feels so, so good. Please don't stop." 

"I won't but I do need for you to turn over on your back so I can massage the front of your legs and torso." I thought that "torso" sounded more professional than "boobs." 

She flipped over and re-arranged the pillows so that she could watch me while I worked. 

"Can you put your foot against the center of my chest and push? I want to massage your feet and legs."

"Oh, goody." She laughed quietly. She was definitely playing with my mind. 

Starting with her left leg, she bent her knee and raised her foot to rest it against my chest. I wrapped my fingers around the top of her foot and began massaging with my thumbs on her heel and rubbing with pressure up to the ball. I knew that firm pressure was needed as anything lighter might be ticklish to her. After 10 or so repetitions, I moved to her toes and gently squeezed each one between my finger and thumb and slowly pulled up to massage the small tendons and muscles in each one. After four or five repetitions, she was very relaxed and almost appeared to be asleep. 

The calf of her leg was next. I began at her ankle and wrapped both hands around her leg and pushed up to her knee with firm pressure. This was followed by a thorough kneading of each muscle with my thumbs and fingers. I noticed that she had done a great job shaving her legs. 

Following several repetitions, I moved to her right leg and prepared to repeat the procedure. When I lifted her right foot, she opened her eyes and seemed confused. I realized then that Cathy had been asleep. She soon relaxed and closed her eyes again. 

I continued the massage with the front of her legs all the way up to her bush. After several minutes of this, I moved on to her stomach and area above her Mons. Her navel was even perfect-deeply recessed and elongated from top to bottom. 

Next, it was on to her breasts. I stepped up to her right side next to the table and dripped oil over her chest. Slowly, as my heartbeat pounded the inside of my chest like a hammer, I laid first one hand and then the other at the base of her right breast. My hands did not fit around the base due to its impressive size. 

By closing my fingers and pulling up, I stretched her breast straight up from her ribs and squeezed them slightly as I closed in on the nipple, which was fully extended and aroused. As I reached the nipple, I slowly rubbed it and squeezed it gently between by thumb and forefinger and then repeated it six or seven times. I noticed that she was watching me intently and had a very naughty looking smile on her lips. 

"Mark, are you trying to get me excited? If so, it is working. I think my nipples have a direct lines of communication to my clit and the lines are busy." 

Well, that was certainly an interesting comment. I just smiled and so did Cathy. 

After spending as much time as I thought reasonable on her boobs, I reviewed the shaving procedure and prepared my trimmers, oil, cream and towels. 

Cathy was not a modest person. She had her legs spread before I even asked her and it was clear to me that she was ready for the Shelley experience. 

The removal of the long hair was quick and I let my hand rest on her pussy longer than was really necessary. Then I switched to the detail trimmer. The contact of it on her pussy, along with my fingers pulling the lips and touching her clit, set her off. She exploded in a very powerful orgasm, even more exciting than Jamie's had been. Water shot from her pussy and drenched me, the end of the table and my trimmer. Her body was shaking from top to bottom and her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her left hand grabbed mine and held it against her clit and rubbed it vigorously up and down. She clenched her legs together, squeezed my hand and turned into a fetal position on the table, still trembling. 

After at least a minute of this, her climax eased off and her breathing returned to normal. She slowly turned and laid on her back again and opened her legs. The sweat on her face and chest was obvious as her skin glistened under the light. She just lay there and breathed in and out, her quivering breast and nipples going up and down–driving me bonkers. 

During all the excitement, I had shot a vigorous load in my pants and could feel the semen flowing down my leg. My shirt was wet and my hands were dripping. 

"Cathy, why don't we take a break and freshen up a bit. Here are some towels and the restroom is all yours." 

She almost seemed in a daze but took the towels and walked to the restroom without saying anything. I headed to my office to clean up. It was after this episode that I decided to keep several clean shirts and trousers in my office closet. 

After we reassembled, she said, "Shelley told me about her orgasm here but I thought she was exaggerating. If anything, she was understating it. That was absolutely mind-blowing. Never, never have I felt one that strong. Can we do it again? You have the perfect touch, not too light and not too hard on my clit." Again, that naughty smile. 

"We have a long way to go tonight and I need to do the work you really hired me to do. Can we concentrate on that for the next few minutes?" 

"You are a spoil-sport. But OK, let's keep going." 

When I applied the oil and then the shaving cream, I could see her becoming excited again. This time, she was able to control it; but there was a lot of lubrication flowing from her vagina. 

The razor work brought on a whole new meaning to excitement-mine that is. As I worked around her pussy, I occasionally glanced up and engaged her eyes. Cathy watched every move I made and she was always smiling. I could shoot a load just by looking into her eyes. When my hands touched her vagina, she was obviously wet. How can one describe the experience like this? The most beautiful woman I have ever seen was paying me to do this. 

When she turned and raised her ass, my breathing became erratic. Her asshole was impressive. It was also open a bit and seemed to be not as tight as Jamie's. That excited me more as I imagined my cock going in and out of that hole with reckless abandon. I found it was nearly impossible for me to shave the hairs on her ass without my finger touching her rear entrance. At least she seemed to believe that. 

When it came time for self-inspection, she rubbed her butt and then her pussy for at least 15 seconds. Finally, she said, "I cannot feel a single hair or stubble. This is fantastic. But your massage is not yet complete, so let me lie back while you finish."

I quickly realized that she wanted my full massage capabilities to focus on her bare pussy and ass. 

"You're right, I forgot. I'm not finished. Let's put this pillow under your bottom to change the angle a bit." 

Cathy actually took two of the pillows and put one under the small of her back and another under her ass. She then lifted her knees and kept her feet flat on the table. She opened her legs as wide as possible. I still dream today about that view and how I wished I could lay between her legs and massage her vagina with my cock. 

After applying oil once again, I began the kneading of her Mons and slowly ran my hands down both sides of her pussy. The soft valleys between her legs and her lips received a lot of my attention. I dripped more warm oil on my hands and slowly began to massage her entire vulva area. Working from the bottom, I pushed up on both the left and right lips, which opened her pussy. Cathy's vagina was gaping and emitting the most exciting fragrance from the fluids flowing out. It was a kind of musty but sweet odor that my cock could smell. 

She seemed again to be almost purring. I could tell she was ready for an orgasm. 

I moved immediately to her clit and its protective hood. With the outsides of my index fingers, I massaged both sides of her clit and pushed slowly up and down. This popped out the clit even more and it was really swollen and red. 

"Mark, you can touch it. In fact, PLEASE touch it."

I then took a small amount of oil on one finger. I touched her clit and worked it from side to side with just the lightest touch. My attention was focused entirely on her reaction. Cathy was again breathing deeply. I then eased my finger and thumb behind her extended clit and into the hood. 

I could feel the firm tendon-like back of her clit that was fully erect. One of my early girlfriends taught me about this area and its similarity to a cock. I pulled out and pushed in several times on the tiny erect muscle similar to how a woman would stoke a man's cock. I was milking her to orgasm. 




My Career Ch. 04



Cathy went ape shit. She started cursing and her body writhed un-controllably. Perspiration formed on her head and neck as she grabbed her breasts and roughly massaged her nipples and squeezed the ample flesh. Her body was bouncing up and down and her head was arched back into the remaining pillow. 

Cathy's breathing was so deep and erratic that it startled me. Was she having a heart attack? This continued on for what seemed like a minute; she was totally out of control. The pillows under her went flying because her body and ass were bouncing up and down. All I could do was watch and get out of the way when she squirted all over the place for a second time. 

Finally, she calmed down and collapsed onto her back with her legs wide open. Her breathing slowed and her eyes slowly refocused. 

"Mark, can I take you home? You know how to do things with my body that I never imagined. My god, you drove me crazy with that orgasm. Where did you learn to massage the back of my clit? Wait till I tell Shelley."

"I cannot handle any more today. Timeout!" she whispered. 

She left the table and staggered to the restroom, grabbing some fresh towels and her clothes on the way. I began to clean up and put my tools away. 

After a couple of minutes passed, she emerged, as serene and composed as if nothing had happened. Her makeup did need some work, however. 

She walked to her purse and pulled out an envelope, just like Shelley had done, and walked toward me. 

"Shelley told me how much she paid you but I did not think that was enough. I added some more to it. That massage was the best I ever had. Are you available one night toward the end of next week?"

"Anytime. How about Thursday?"

"Perfect" she said, "I am planning a big weekend with my new boyfriend that following Saturday so this procedure might come in handy. If he is really good, I might even tell him about the back of my clit." The twinkle in her eyes said it all. 

With that, we said our goodbyes. I was a little disappointed that she never hugged or kissed me like Shelley did. Well, at least she will be back next week–my first repeat customer. 

After she left, I cleaned the shop then opened the envelope and found two $100 dollar bills. That was a lot of money in the 1960's and I was shocked. 

End of Chapter 4



My Career Ch. 05



The following Tuesday, Jamie called and said she would be a bit late for our appointment since there was a final inspection issue at her new shop. Later that evening, she knocked on the door and I walked over to let her in. As she entered, I could tell that she was upset so I asked, "Are you OK? You look angry." 

"Sorry, yes I am. I am really pissed with that damn building inspector. That asshole has demanded that we relocate some of the electrical outlets farther away from the washbasins. That is going to cost hundreds of dollars. Seems like a new building code requirement went into effect last week and our dumb ass electrician didn't know about it. This is the last time I will use one of Linda's boy friends for construction work. The only good thing is that the total project cost is under budget and we have the money set aside for contingencies." 

This was the first time I saw Jamie upset. The little woman had a temper.

"Well, come on in and have a seat. I have some Cokes in the back if you want one."

"Thanks. I would. I just can't believe how much shit you have to put up with to build a business in this town." 

We walked together into my office and I opened the small fridge and pulled out two cans. 

"Have a seat." 

Jamie sat in a visitor's chair next to my desk. I found the church key and opened the cans. I could tell she was starting to relax as she sipped the Coke. 

I said, "I just had my first referral come in. She was so impressed that she made a follow-up appointment." 

Jamie responded, "Congratulations, you are off and running. Anybody I know? 

"You know I will never tell you that. What happens here is nobody's business except the customer's. 

"You're right. I'm just curious. By the way, I also want to make another appointment." 

"So Robert was pleased?" 

She laughed and responded, "He was out of his mind all week. I have to admit that I really enjoyed the new sensitivity I had to his touch and we screwed two or three times every night and at least once each morning before he went to work. We were worse than newly weds."

Now I laughed. "So you want a touch-up, do you?" She did not miss my meaning.

"Yes I do, you dirty little boy. How about we do it Thursday evening?" 

"I have another client then, how about Thursday afternoon. I will close the shop early, so around 4pm would work."

"I can do that. The electrician will be at my shop anyway so I will need to be out of his way. Let's talk about something more pleasant. I have been thinking about a business plan for you. You want to hear it?"

"Of course."

"Well, the overall plan is to transition your shop into one dedicated to women's grooming. Not hairdressing, nails or makeup-just personal grooming. You have a talent that appeals to the secret interests and desires of a lot of women. You are quiet, considerate, professional and talented with both a razor and your hands. You never take your cock out of your pants and you don't talk out of place. Women will not see you as someone trying to get into their panties or get your kicks fondling them. That is important, as we women do not want to be victims.

Ladies, including me, need your shaving skills and we love your attention to our bodies in the process. Just thinking about you rubbing my pussy and ass with that warm oil gets my juices flowing. And I think I am typical."

She continued, "I checked with some long-time girl friends about this trend in grooming. One of them had tried to shave her pussy. She cut herself several times and it caused razor burn all over her cunt. So instead of having an enjoyable sexual encounter with her husband, it was really painful. I then described for her just a snippet of my experience with you and she was really intrigued. I think you may hear from her soon. Her name is Barb. 

So there is a market, maybe small now, but certainly growing. In a town this big and with the focus on sex like we see everyday, I think you will be on the leading edge of a new cultural demand." 

She was exactly right. 

Over the next few years, my business boomed. I remodeled the shop with proper tables for shaves and massages. I upgraded the lighting so I could eliminate the need for the spots. The new restroom was a work of art with a bidet as well as an elongated toilet. It had large mirrors (one full length one on the back of the door) with makeup lighting and chairs that were like those used in dressing rooms for the stars. With Jamie's help, I added a lot of amenities and toiletries that a lady might need in the restroom. Once my clients learned about the mirrors, they often brought a small bag of their makeup so they could do a touch up before leaving. 

I also added a sound system to play the latest hits and romantic songs from Sinatra and others. I sold special soothing oils and powders for the ladies to use on their freshly shaved areas to help avoid any irritation and ingrown hairs. 

Jamie assured me that the overall effect of this remodeling would create a comfortable haven for ladies and enhance their experience. She was here very often to help with the little design details that she thought would be appreciated. One of her best ideas was to always have fresh flowers in the shop and ladies' room. I received hundreds of comments about the beautiful flowers over the years. 

I really got to know Jamie well and we became very good friends and confidants. She continued having me shave her every two or three weeks. She gradually taught me all about those erogenous zones that women have and how a woman reacts with attention to them. The mentoring included many very open and honest discussions about women and how they think and react to situations. I had never realized how women often see themselves as victims and how they suffer when the men they love demean their efforts. She had committed early on that she would help me prepare for the time that special lady entered my life. She did that and more. 

Jamie even invested in the business and became a minority shareholder. She believed in me and I certainly believed in her. 

Each day, I would arrive at the shop around 7:00am and prepare for my first appointment an hour later. Each appointment was for one hour but I allowed a second hour for any unforeseen delays. My day did not normally end until 9:00pm but there were usually breaks when no one was scheduled. 

During my career, I shaved and induced intense orgasms in nearly a thousand different women. Even today, I cannot tell you for sure that I knew their real names. Everything was on a first-name basis and it worked. An upset husband or lover never accosted me so the clients evidently kept my existence to themselves. 

I learned each woman's erogenous zones and what got their juices flowing. Their average age was about 30, give or take a year. But I also had some 60 year olds who were still very sexually active and in reasonably good shape. I saw and worked around every size and shape of pussy and ass that you can imagine. I could create or trim a landing strip in my sleep. 

The clients I groomed really enjoyed sex and came for the attention I gave them as much as for the hair removal. Over the years, I only remember a dozen or so who did not have orgasms as I worked. Even they went away very pleased but I never knew why they were different. It's not like I could ask them "Why didn't you have an orgasm when I was vibrating your clit and vagina and ass hole?" I still wonder about that. 

To my surprise, there were many who wanted me to finger fuck their vaginas and rectums and I was always willing to accommodate them. I became a world expert on G-spots and how to start raging orgasms and squirting. The clients and I had a lot of fun together and they rewarded me with a great career and all the money I needed. 

Only one time was there an accidental client overlap. A lady forgot her appointment time and showed up an hour early. It turned out not to be a big deal. The two clients knew each other and had actually talked about this shop and me many times. I learned later that there was an underground ladies society called "Mark's Angels" that many of my clients had joined. That came from my pet name for many of the ladies who I called angels. Like Shelley said, there are no secrets in LA. 

The odd thing is that I never set a price for my work. I let the clients decide how much they were comfortable paying. Some would pay $50 but others would pay $200 or more. It was all in cash. 

Both Shelley and Cathy became repeat clients and were here dozens of times. Shelley was always the proper lady and more reserved than most women. But she loved the feel of my hands on her pussy and ass and her orgasms were quiet but intense. 

Cathy was always full of energy, craving full body massages and the three or four very interesting orgasms that resulted. My goodness, that gorgeous lady had exciting orgasms. She could squirt a pint. Even after she was married, Cathy returned every two or three weeks for a "refreshment" as she called it. 

They referred many of their friends and their friends referred friends until my schedule was booked. I had to plan far ahead for any vacations or for any time off. 

One might ask, "Did it ever get boring?" I can honestly say, "no". 

Every two hours a very interesting woman would come into my little world. She would take her clothes off, as if it was perfectly normal; then spread her legs and have me shave her pussy and ass. Many times, the client asked me to shave their legs which I also enjoyed doing. 

The clients and I got to know each other on many different levels and I admired them all. Most became dear friends who discussed literally everything in their lives with me. In fact, they probably confided in me more than in their psychiatrist, priest or doctor. I just hope I was never the root cause of their psychiatric treatment! 

What was there to be bored with?

During all those years, my cock never left my pants and I never kissed a client or initiated an inappropriate touch. But I had many clients who wanted to pleasure me like I pleasured them and openly said so. I always told them how flattered I was with their offer but declined for one reason or another. They respected that. 

I admit that I rarely had a boner to the degree that I did early on. It occasionally happened, especially with the 19-21 year olds just getting comfortable around men. They were so cute and wide-eyed when they experienced their first earth shattering orgasm in my shop. Many of them told me it was the first one they ever had with a man. Most of them became regulars. 

I had my share of well-known movie stars come in but they were treated just like the other ladies. No pretenses or egos are allowed in my shop while they have their legs spread at a 90-degree angle. 

There were also a number of porn stars that became clients. Much to my surprise, these ladies enjoyed my handiwork as much as anyone. I had just assumed that with all the professional sex they had on camera, that they did not crave it off the camera. I was totally wrong and learned that many of them had never had an orgasm in front of the camera. It was all acting. In my shop, they had real, bone shaking, mind blowing orgasms and they loved it. I learned a lot about the porn business from them and may write about it later. Many of them remained friends even today. 

I will also say that Cathy and Shelley had the two most memorable bodies I ever saw. Others were also beautiful and stylish with great personalities; but these two ladies led the pack. 

There were a couple of other major events that happened and I will tell you about those now, as I conclude this narrative. 

In 1971, I got a call early one morning from Linda, the business partner of Jamie. She was crying hysterically but was gradually able to tell me that there had been an accident at the docks and that Jamie's husband had been killed. I was devastated. I thought my heart would burst. 

After staring at the wall for several minutes, I realized that I had clients coming soon. I called and, fortunately, was able to reach all of the ones due in that morning. I was able to reschedule them because of a "family emergency." 

As I drove to Jamie's home, I really struggled thinking about what to say or how to say it. She had become my best friend and advisor over the last 10 years. This was a tragedy that was just beyond anything I could imagine. 

There were several cars in the driveway when I arrived. After knocking, I was allowed entry by a lady I did not know. Jamie saw me and came running. She was crying so hard that her whole body was shaking. She literally threw herself into my arms and we hugged for what seemed like two minutes. We both cried. 

As we slowly parted, I used my fingers to wipe the tears from her eyes. She smiled and said, "I knew you would come as soon as you heard. Thank you." 

She took my hand and walked me over to meet her father and mother, Robert's parents and several of the brothers and sisters. 

I think they were confused since no one had heard of me or knew how I fit into Robert and Jamie's life. They were relieved when Jamie told them I was an old friend and was a barber. They assumed I was Robert's barber. 

I stayed only for an hour or so, bid farewell to everyone and walked with Jamie to my car. "Mark, there were only two men in my life who were the source of my happiness. Now one of them is gone. You are the other one. Thank you for being here for me." We hugged and cried again. 

The funeral home was packed. A ton of Robert's co-workers and dock management came as well as most of Jamie's customers and their husbands. A few weeks later, I learned that the dock management and the union lawyers negotiated a very large financial settlement for Jamie, which she really deserved. 

We continued to talk by phone and she came to the shop just to visit as her schedule allowed. It was a very difficult time of mourning.

About two months or so after the funeral, I called Jamie at her shop and asked if we could have dinner. For all the years that I shaved her, we had never actually had a meal together. Isn't it odd that a man could know every little dimple, crease or mole on her pussy and ass like the back of his hand but did not even know what kind of food she liked? 

Jamie accepted. We picked Saturday night and chose a new Italian restaurant that was close. At the appointed hour, I went to her house and she was more than ready. Her new dress was beautiful and it complemented her skin color. Her eyes were as interesting and mischievous as always. I could see that she was recovering. In the car, she was quite talkative and told me all about her business and how well it was doing. Neither of us mentioned Robert as that did not seem to be the time or place. 

We had a wonderful meal and chatted about all the little things we could think of. Jamie reached over and took my hand several times as we talked. This continued for two hours through several courses, as only the real Italians know how to serve. The food was delicious and so was the conversation. I dreamed of her all night.

This was followed by three other dates and many phone calls. During this time, I learned many things about Jamie. She was from Oklahoma and grew up on a ranch. Her mother was born in Spain but came to Dallas with her parents. Her grandfather was a petroleum engineer. At least, I know now how she got such beautiful skin. 

One afternoon, Jamie called the shop. When I answered, she shocked me by requesting an appointment. Oh shit – has she found someone else? This really hurt; but I confirmed one for the next evening and we said our goodbyes. 

All I could think of was what I may have done wrong. Maybe I should have expressed my true love for her by now; but I was concerned about whether or not it had been long enough since Robert died. I was devastated. Did my effort at being "proper" kill my chances with Jamie?

The next day, I was a walking zombie as I went through all the appointments. Several of my clients noticed that something was wrong and I shared only that my girlfriend and I just broke up. They were very sympathetic and offered to introduce me to some of their unattached friends and even daughters. I am not sure how that would work: me dating, maybe marrying, the daughter of a woman whose pussy and ass I was shaving and massaging. 

At the appointed hour, I was a nervous wreck. To my surprise, when Jamie arrived she was all happy and bouncy like nothing had happened. She reached to hug me but immediately sensed that something was wrong. 

"Mark, has something happened? Why are you so down and depressed?" 

"Oh, it's nothing." 

"I was thinking you would be glad to see me."

I replied, "I am always happy to see you, but why come now? Are you planning to see someone else? You never came unless you had a big session planned with Robert." 

"Silly! I am doing this for you. It is time we take our relationship to the next level and I want the experience to be the best it can be for you."

The weight of the world just fell off my shoulders. Tears came to my eyes and we hugged and kissed with passion and tenderness. She cried and so did I. 

We gradually went to my office and continued to kiss and hug and talk like giddy teenagers. I revealed my long time affection and even love for her but how I was helpless to do anything about it. She confirmed what I suspected, that she loved me and that love had been growing since the time we met. But her husband came first and she was loyal to him. 

"Bobby was the dearest partner and sweetest lover who was always there to support me through everything. He was totally dedicated to me and only me. It is a shame that we could not have children as I've now lost all of him. But God is good; He provides a new door when old ones close. You are holding open my new door, Mark, and I am ready to walk through it with you." 

"Jamie, we have had a close personal and working relationship over the years but I always wanted more. I wanted us to be united as one. I silently worshiped you and fantasized every time you came in. I wanted my whole body to be the cause of all the excitement you experienced here, not just my hands. You've given me a new life; and I love you more than life itself." 

She stood and took my hand. We walked out to the worktable where she unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off. Her fingers grasped the belt buckle and undid it to slide my trousers down. Then Jamie surprised me by wrapping her arms around me and slipping them into my undershorts to grab my butt cheeks. She whispered, "You've been handling my ass all these years, now I have yours in hand. Get up on the table, big boy, and I will show you how I cut hair." 

My eyes must have shown how startled I was. "Jamie, you are NOT going to use a razor on me, are you?"

"Not tonight, anyway. I am going to trim all the hair off of your balls and from around your cock with that damned little trimmer you have been using on me. Don't worry, I won't clip anything important." Her smile was amazing and did put me at ease. But then she added "You don't have any hair in your butt crack, do you?" 

"If I do, I am going to keep it. Understand?" 

"We will see. But for now, shuck off those shorts and let me get busy, buster." 

When I dropped them and my cock emerged, she cracked, "Where is your real cock?" 

"Damn Jamie, I know it is not XL size but it is in good working condition." 

She laughed and replied, "I am just kidding you, Mark. Your cock will do nicely. Now get on the table and lie back on those pillows and stuff this one under your ass like you always tell me." 

While I lay there, she took oil and rubbed it up and down my shaft. The warmth of her hand, combined with the sure knowledge of what would happen later, worked quickly. Fully erect in less than 20 seconds. 




My Career Ch. 05



Jamie took the famed small trimmer and, holding my cock in one hand, started shaving the hair from my balls. Whenever she needed to change direction, she moved my cock like a car gearshift lever to keep it out of the way. That felt weird. 

She declared victory after just a couple of minutes and celebrated by pulling my cock to her lips and kissing it on the head. 

Now it was her turn and I took over. "Now, Miss Jamie, I have been very nice to you over the years. Let me slip your clothes off. I am finally going to see those tiny boobs of yours." 

"Tiny!" she screamed. "I am a full B cup and for my body size, that is perfect. You better watch it, young man." 

I pulled her close and we kissed. Her lips were slightly open, an invitation extended and accepted. Jamie's tongue touched mine and the give and take began. We explored each other's mouth with passion released from years of contained frustration. 

As we stared into each other's eyes, I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off each shoulder. I struggled with her bra hooks but finally figured them out. Her breasts emerged and they were perfect. Even in her mid-40's, her boobs remained full and perky and very sensitive with large and extended nipples. I bent down and inhaled her right tit while I massaged her left. The rubbery texture of it as I sucked brought back primal memories. She sighed as I gently rolled it between my tongue and teeth. 

My hand was busy with her shorts and panties. Unlike that damned bra with its impossible hooks, I was able to get these off in just a few seconds. I reached to find her clit, which was fully exposed and erect. Jamie moaned softly as I gently massaged her clit up and down. Her juices were flowing and my hand was soaked. Her head was back and she was breathing rapidly. She suddenly relaxed in my arms. 

I whispered, "We could do this all night, you know." Our eyes locked and we both smiled. 

"That would be nice but you promised to shave me." 

"OK, Jamie! It's time I get to work. Climb up on this table and let's see if my luck of never cutting you continues. My hands are a little shaky tonight so my luck may have run its course." She glared at me, pursed her lips but did as directed. 

"Now lie back on the pillows and put this one under your ass." 

I followed pretty much the same procedure as before but my left hand kept finding its way into her pussy at the most opportune times. Jamie was one of the clients who had never allowed my fingers in her vagina. She now recanted and I quickly find her G-spot and finger-started her powerful motor. The lubrication flowed out in a slow stream. I was eventually able to shave her before she finally reached up and grabbed my arm. 

"Come here little boy, this lady needs your full attention. Climb up here and let me teach you how to really treat a woman." 

As soon as I approached, her hand grabbed my erection and pulled me up on the table. We moved into a 69 with Jamie on top. As she tended to my cock, I licked her clit and pussy folds. I lapped vigorously; my nose slipped in and out of her vagina on each pass. Her smell was amazing and her vagina seemed to close around my nose. The taste of her juice combined with the feel of her mouth on my cock was heaven. I had a close-up view of her asshole just an inch away and I ran my finger slowly across its folds and then inside. Her muscle relaxed and invited me in. I eased her body down a few inches to give me a better angle. Then slowly, I licked her butt. Jamie's loud groan was muffled. Her teeth now had my cock in a death grip. 

"Jesus, Jamie! You are going to bite it off." She relaxed, released the grip and slid her mouth up and off the shaft. 

"Holy crap. Your tongue and finger in my butt about blew my head off. I was concentrating too hard on your cock and you surprised me." A naughty smile crossed her lips. "It's time, Mark. I need you in me now." 

I slid off the table, turned around and climbed up between her legs. Jamie held out her hands and pulled me down to her chest. Her nipples rubbed mine as we stared deeply into each other's eyes. 

After a couple of errant stabs, I finally found the opening. The moment had come and I slowly inserted into the warmth of her body. Jamie's cunt muscles were very strong and I felt the contractions from the moment I settled in. It had been a long time since I had felt these muscles in a woman. After a few seconds, our bodies synchronized and the rhythm of sex began. The slick smoothness of her vagina only improved as I pumped in and out. 

Our eyes were locked and I could see the excitement build as her eyes lids twitched. I glanced at her forehead. Her skin glistened. Jamie's breathing was deep and her mouth gasped for air. 

She moaned and squirmed under me while pressing her fingernails into my back. Her legs locked around my waist as an orgasm racked her body and clamped my cock. 

The entire time she was climaxing, her cunt muscles were squeezing me like a vise. Only when she relaxed was I able to continue the rhythmic thrusts. After another minute, my cock exploded and pumped a load deep within her. Jamie obviously felt those spurts as she smiled and whispered, "Give it to me, Mark. I need all of you." 

We lay there for several minutes, laughing and talking about our feelings while my cock remained inside her. Every time she laughed, I felt her pussy muscles contract and the sudden pressure that put on my cock made me laugh. We were finally lovers.

After we dressed, I suggested we head across the street to the diner since I was famished. 

"You want to eat food at a time like this?" she asked. 

"Sure, as it says in the scriptures, man cannot live by sex alone." 

She stared, squinted and finally replied, "Maybe that verse is in Second Mark. What other verses are in that book, Mark?" I wrapped my arm around her waist and whispered, "You will soon find out." 

It was the most memorable evening of my life. We talked most of the night before falling to sleep as we held each other in my (now our) bed. 

We were married in early 1972 and were able to adopt one child who became the focus and pride of our lives. After he finished college, Daniel studied at my side for the last 2 years and has taken over the business-much to the relief of my clients. They told me that his hands and personality are just like mine. He certainly is nicer looking than me. One of the clients, a 23 year-old stunning brunette named Julie, and he are getting married early next year. 

The other story I wanted to relate happened near the end of my career. A lady called one day and asked for an appointment. I confirmed one and she gave me her name as Melissa. 

When she arrived at the appointed hour, I was struck by her appearance and beauty. Melissa's dark hair and makeup were perfectly done. Her features were stunning and her figure as well formed as I had seen in years. Melissa was a showstopper and I had a déjà vu feeling. 

"Have we met before?" I asked. "You look very familiar to me." 

She laughed. Even that laugh brought back ancient memories. 

"My grandmother was a client of yours. Her name was Shelley. As you know, she died last year but she told me several years ago the story of your first encounter back in the 1960's. Can we get started? I am in need of the world famous orgasm that she talked about." 

I glanced up toward heaven and whispered, "Thank-you Shelley."

The End.