It was 2 pm on Tuesday and I was working flat out to get my presentation finished for the management meeting due on Thursday morning in Amsterdam. I was feeling very much stressed out and knew I must finish my work before I flew out tonight at 5.30 pm. Tomorrow would be taken up fully with meetings with the other Area Managers.

Just then Linda knocked on my door to check if it was OK to give my houseplant it's monthly feed and trim. Linda worked for the outside contractor who looked after all the houseplants in the building. She is very pretty with a trim figure and short blonde hair which is tapered at the nape. I had always thought Linda was very sexy looking with her clear blue eyes which were emphasized by the highlights in her hair. She was always chatty and it seemed that she enjoyed our flirting as much as I did.

"You seem stressed out today, Dave. You don't seem your usual chatty self"
"Sorry, Linda but I have to get this presentation finished by 4 pm as I'm on the evening flight to Amsterdam."
"Hey, what a coincidence. I'm traveling over there tomorrow for a flower show. That's why I'm hurrying to get as much work done today as possible.  Mind you, from where I'm standing its you who is needing a trim this month, not your plant; its unusual to see your hair so wavy and its turning up at your collar."
"Yes, I know I'm needing a haircut but I just haven't had time this week."
"Well you never know your luck. Maybe there will be a barber at the hotel you are staying. Where are you staying by the way?"
"I'm staying at the Tulip Hotel and there is a barber there but I am not letting a man touch my hair. If there is one thing I enjoy that is having an attractive woman fondle my hair. If the hotel could find me a blue eyed blond haired ‘Barberette’; now that would suite me."
"Well you never know what may be possible. Anyway, I must dash. I may just bump into you in Amsterdam"
As she left my office she gave me a wicked smile and a wink which left me wondering what that meant.

The next day in Amsterdam passed without incident and we managed to keep to the itinerary which meant that I was back at the hotel shortly after 6 pm.  When  I collected the key to my room I was somewhat surprised to be handed a message in a small envelope. I took the envelope upstairs to my room and was even more surprised when I opened it.

‘Room 602 at 7 pm. I've found the solution to your problem.              Linda.’

What an amazing coincidence; Linda is staying at the same hotel as me. What does she mean by a solution to my problem? I showered and watched some TV until 7 pm, then made my way downstairs and along the corridor to room 602.

I knocked twice and almost immediately, the door opened.
"Well hello stranger", said Linda.
"What are you up to?", I replied.
"Well,…. I was wandering around the electronic store at the airport duty free shop and I spotted something that would solve your little problem and, ……as I would be in Amsterdam at the same time as you ……"
My eyes were transfixed by Linda's which were sparkling like I had never seen before. Then the next thing which caught my attention was the dressing table in her room which was set out like a barber's shop. Neatly arranged was a stainless steel ‘wahl’ hair clipper, a host of attachments, a comb, thinning scissors and barber's sheers.
"What is go…ing on?" I stammered.
"You said you wanted a blue eyed, blonde haired barberette; and … here I am, complete with all the necessary tools."

She took my hand and led me to the seat she had placed in front of the dressing table mirror and whisked a cape around me; fastening the velcro so that I felt like her captive. I feeling that I was already beginning to enjoy, even though I was totally surprised, and slightly nervous.
 "B…but; do you have experience of this?"
 "Well, my mum was forever complaining about the cost of my younger brothers’ haircuts and I was always pretty handy with a pair of scissors. So, it seemed the natural thing that I should take an interest in haircutting. Now I still cut my brothers, my mum's, some of my friends, and John's (Linda’s boyfriend). Cutting hair is something I really enjoy, and now I am going to cut yours."

Something about the way Linda said ‘enjoy’ suggested it may be a turn on for her and I was starting to feel stirrings down below that suggested I may also enjoy this experience. I also liked the way she was taking charge of the situation and had by now totally succumbed to her wishes.

"So do you and John both enjoy your haircuts?"
 "That's the most disappointing thing about John. He doesn't like having his hair cut. He has no sense of adventure and still insists on wearing it over his ears."

By now I was well and truly stirring down below as Linda had picked up her comb and was carefully combing my hair and running her hands  through it.
"OK. You can cut my hair, as it is a bit of a mess right now." I said casually, trying to make it appear that I was still in control; secretly lusting for Linda to take the lead.
 "My only rule here is that I will cut your hair in the style I think best suits you and it will take more time than a professional stylist but that is because I really do enjoy this. You can watch in the mirror and I think you will also enjoy this haircut."

I had, now, totally surrendered to her charm and was excited about the feelings I would have with Linda cutting my hair the way she wanted, and was perfectly content to allow her to decide how much to take off.
"I didn't realize how much hair you have. This will be a great test for my new clippers. I am going to enjoy this." She said as she ran her hands through the back then picked up the clippers, fitted the number 4 guide, and with her left hand on my head, tipped it forward. There was a loud click then the sound of the humming of the motor; the buzzing and vibration felt like heaven as she placed the clipper against my neck and pushed it through my hair up to the crown.  I could see, in the mirror, the wafts of hair leaving my head. She continued to work round the back of my head in this fashion going over again and again to ensure no single hair was spared At this point, I was feeling so good that I almost begged her to run the clippers over the top of my hair but had the sense to with-hold this urge, especially as using scissors on the top would take much longer. Then she went to he sides and clippered  above and around my ears. As she bent down to the right ear she said " I'm not taking much off the sides with the clipper as I prefer to use the blending scissors which does take longer." As I sensed her warm breath in my ear I felt even more aroused and looked forward to her returning there with the blending scissors. Linda then changed the guard to the number 3 and, with a sexy twinkle in her eye, whispered in my ear; "Now for the top." I felt both excited and numbed. She was going to take the top of my hair to a length shorter than the back and sides. "Only joking, silly. This will blend the back closer to your nape. I think napes are really sexy." "So do I; especially yours." I couldn't believe I had actually said that; but her smile gave away her pleasure at this remark. Her warm and soft hand was once again placed on the back on my head and tipped forward for another few minutes as she sheared my nape over and over to ensure no hairs were missed out. I wasn't complaining.

She then removed the blade guard and trimmed my sideboards shorter by cutting the hair, clipper over comb, and outlined the sides and the back with the clipper reversed. As she past by my ear she gave it a kiss and a nibble  which raised my arousal level even higher. She was obviously enjoying this as much as I was.

After that she picked up the blending scissors and, working from the right side proceeded to cut away the bulk of hair above the areas already clippered.  She said that she preferred to do this on dry hair and the sound of these scissors tearing at my hair was blissful. I was becoming aware of an ever increasing pile of hair on the floor as it continued to slip off the cape. I didn't care, Linda really was poetry in motion.

She then produced a water spray used for spraying houseplants. She went into the bathroom and returned with the spray filled with warm water. She sprayed the top of my hair and thoroughly combed the water through it. "This is one of the few perks of the job; along with the opportunity to travel to Amsterdam at such a convenient time."

She picked up a section of my hair, combed it a few times  and ‘schnick’; that wonderful sound as two inches of wet hair hit the cape. Thereafter she worked across my head and from back to front. ‘Schnick, schnick, schnick’ was the heavenly sound that filled my ears. Linda didn't say much. She was too busy giving this treat her full concentration. The only sign of her enjoyment being the wonderful smile which I could see in the mirror. I, too, didn't speak. I was in heaven once more and the bulge in my pants was definitely giving this away. Combing and cutting, combing and cutting, checking that my hair was even again and again. I could see that a new much shorter hairstyle was taking place and it had my full approval. Not only was Linda beautiful but she was also giving me the best, most fantastic and, most arousing haircut in the world.
 "You know you could be giving yourself a job for life here."
 "I hope that's a promise."
She walked round to the front of me and stood directly in front of the mirror blocking off my view. This was a gorgeous view; Linda, a pair of scissors and a comb was all I needed to see. "I'm going to cut your fringe now, so close your eyes to avoid stray hairs." I, immediately, did as I was told. ‘Schnick, schnick, schnick.’ I felt the hairs gently fall against my face. Then the even softer feel of Linda’s hand brushing them off. I opened my eyes and looked straight into Linda’s. They were piercingly blue, her blonde fringe capturing them like I had never seen them before. I kissed her. The kiss became long, deep, and passionate. Linda stepped back, removed the cape, taking me by the hand once again, she led me over to the bed. We quickly undressed each other and made love.

An hour later I lay on my back in the bed admiring  her slender body, those eyes and that shiny blonde hair.
"I told you that you would enjoy the haircut ."
"Almost as much as you enjoyed giving it."
"You know you will need to have it cut regularly. Say, every month, which coincides with my visits. You do have a large office, with a comfortable chair and a couch. I will be your personal blue eyed, blond Barberette".
 "You will be my personal Beautiful Blue Eyed Blond Barberette; but what about some privacy?"
At what time does the office empty each night?"
 "By 6 pm everyone will have gone home."
 "That's it then. From now on your houseplants will be the last item on the rota at 6 pm. You may need to stay  behind a little longer on those nights."
"And, I will always arrive into work the next day with my hair looking tidier if somewhat shorter?"
"I think that will definitely be the case and, maybe, you will also be more tired than usual. My cutting your hair really did arouse you.  Now back on the chair please; I think we need to go a bit shorter and we have all night …………………

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