We wrapped ourselves in passion once again for maybe an hour or so, I'm not sure, then I reluctantly got out of bed to call Janet's Shear Talent, to make our appointments. 
"Hey! How have you been?" Janet asked enthusiastically when she answered. 
"Not bad, I plan on going to the Easter Island on another dig, which is the reason why I'm calling, I would like to make an appointment for me as well as Cathy if you have time today." 
"Hon," she laughed, "I always have time for you, let me check my appointment book, things are slow today, hold on." 
After a few minutes, she picked up the phone and indicated she had time later this morning. 
"Is 11:00 good for you and Cathy?" 
"Yes, that's fine with me, see you then." 
After I hung up the phone I told Cathy about our 11:00 appointments which she said was a good time. 
"After, we could just walk in the park or by the beach and just be by ourselves." 
After yet another passionate kiss, we got ready. Cathy always dressed on the conservative side, she never did like to wear gaudy or tight clothing. This of course was fine with me, her business like appearance made her look  more attractive, as far as I was concerened. It was during our torrid love making, that the lace teddies and other Victoria's Secret attire came out, this was even more of as turn on to me, almost as if she had a double life, conservative business lady by day, and sexy lace and lingerie seductress at night, a nice combination if you ask me. Her blonde hair was also a turn on, though I made mental images of her cutting it short, I never suggested it to her. I always feel that how a woman wears her hair is her business and not mine, after all on several occasions I had announced my plans to grow my own hair long if I ever made enough money from the digs I went on with several of my good friends from college. For now, since I worked for a local newspaper, I kept my hair short, not too short but short none the less. It touched my shirt collar but that was the extent of it, should I make some money from these archeological expeditions, I planned to lose my way to Janet's salon real fast. She never protested or suggested other wise so in return, I kept my suggestions of her getting sheared to myself. 
     As the time drew near, we got dressed and left for the salon. Cathy looked radiant, dressed in her light pink blouse and light blue skirt, her voluptuous curves were still statuesque no matter what her attire was, she was attractive in that way. Being chilly out, she buttoned her shirt as I did my banded collar shirt, after walking about two blocks, we got to Janet's salon, entered and took a seat. After a few minutes, Janet greeted us, looking as if she had been busy, her black dress with contrasting white collar seemed to be covered with a little cut hairs which she brushed onto the black and white linoleum floor. 
"Hi guys, well this is the scenario, Karen, my other stylist that works for me, went home sick, and we had a small rush when some walk-ins came, I have plenty of time now but now I'll have to do each of you separately and not together, is that all right?" 
Cathy nodded agreeing to go ahead first. 
"OK that's fine with me, actually this is the perfect opportunity for me to pick up a few things at the store before I go to the Easter Island." 
"That works for me too, I'll cut Cathy's hair and when you get back, I'll cut yours, I have a few hours, so you'll have to tell me about your dig, I am intrigued by what you're doing." 
"Come to think of it, this does work out better, I have some things to get at the mall, and I can do some shopping and browsing there while you cut his hair and chat." Cathy suggested. With that we kissed each other good bye affectionately caressing each other's hair, after which I left to pick up what I needed. 
     While in the store, I couldn't help but laugh to myself, Janet always had some excuse to have several hours of free time when she cut my hair. Excuses ranged from either canceled appointments or a slow day but when I was seated in her private stall, as the shop was set up with, we chatted intimately for at least an hour whenever I had an appointment. Sometimes she would become quite affectionate by nuzzling my ear while she was cutting or embrace me while the cape was still around my neck and kiss my shorn nape, all of which she knew excited me. Other times she would bedevil me with questions about my excursions, especially the recent trip to Easter Island, being that this was going to be my second trip, I made a note to fill her in on what I leaned the first time I was there. Deciding that Janet was about finished with Cathy, I made my way back to her shop and walked in, heading straight for the rest room, for I knew our chat would be a while. On my way I glanced into the stall where Cathy was getting her haircut and to my pleasant disbelief, saw all of Cathy's silken-blonde hair strewn on this behemoth chessboard floor. Her hair was cut at about ear length and Janet was cleaning her neck with the red Oster clippers when I peeked in. 
"Looking good!!" I exclaimed, with Janet and Cathy returning me with warm smiles. 
"I acted on impulse, and Janet said it would look good on me so I took the plunge." 
Just then the phone rang and Janet left to answer it, alone with Cathy, I told her in detail how much I liked her hair this way and filled her with promises of an intimate day and night when we were done here. 
"Mmmmmmm," She moaned as I nuzzled her ear, "I should have done this a long time ago. I didn't think you would object but I didn't think you liked it this much, maybe I'll keep it like this all the time, would you like that?" 
"If you're happy with it, that's fine with me, should you decide to grow it longer, I don't care either, it's your hair wear it how you want." 
"All right you, get back into the waiting room and stop bothering my customers," Janet teased, grinning, "I'll be a few more minutes with Cathy and you're next." 
"I'll wait in the waiting room, take your time." 
"I want you to tell me all about Easter Island too." 
"Will do," I said and took my seat, listening to the distant buzzing of Janet's red clippers. After a few minutes, Cathy came into the waiting room and we talked for a few minutes while Janet cleaned up the rest of Cathy's hair. 
"I really do love your haircut, all the more flesh for me to kiss," I said smiling, noticing Cathy had returned a sensual and provocative wink and smile. 
"Have her cut you hair a little shorter too, I mean you'll be gone for months on end for starters, and I feel that this is it, I feel you will be very successful  with your dig, hence you will grow out your hair, so until then I'd like to kiss a little of your flesh too especially your nape. Nothing too short, just maybe up to your ears, I love kissing your neck when you come home after having your haircut." 
"For you Hon, I'd carry one of those giant stone figures off the island if you wanted. And you're right, it will be a while that I'm out there, and as soon as the money starts coming in, haircuts will be a memory." 
While kissing each other good-bye for what was probably the um-teenth time since we left the house, Janet told me she was ready. Buttoning her blouse back up, Cathy left. 
I heard Cathy open the door, quickly letting in a rush of outside activity before silence befell Janet and I once again. Leading me over to the shampoo sink, Janet began to shampoo my hair. Her dress was so tight, showing off each curve of her body, the dress appeared to be painted on her, she looked adorable with her short black skirt and white collar adorning her neck. Her red-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, shined in several red tints and was neatly trimmed and styled. While washing my hair, she ran her fingers through my hair and soothingly massaged my head. 
"I would like my hair cut a little shorter than usual." I told her. 
"Sure thing," She answered with a pouty red-lipped smile, and led me to her stall and combed out my hair. 
"So what did you learn on your first excursion to the middle of nowhere?" She asked. 
I told her, how the Island was discovered by Jacob Roggeveen in 1722 and it was named Easter Island to commemorate the holiday when coincidentally he in fact discovered the island. I also told her of the "Bird-Man" ritual the inhabitants of the island had every September. After a few minutes she picked up her scissors and began to cut the front, the shears sounding like small finches in the forest attempting to stay dry during a downpour. Small pointy clumps of hair fell into my lap as I continued my explanation of this ritual. 
"In the village of Orongo, just off the southernmost tip of the island, representatives of the many tribes and several chosen athletes, whom were sponsored by a warrior would swim the shark infested waters to the island of Motu Nui." 
Janet snipped away, and the wet hair was making a soft, clicking sound as it hit the brown cape, the feeling that this gorgeous lady was cutting my hair began to stiffen my muscle and began to stimulate me. Smiling with an innermost satisfaction, I continued my story, telling her how these natives went onto the offshore island in an attempt to be the first one to bring the egg of the manutara bird back to the mainland without either drowning or being devoured by sharks, hence he would be proclaimed "Bird-Man" of the year. Intrigued by what I was explaining to her, Janet had stopped to listen to what I was saying. 
"You are the most interesting client I have, you're not only a good friend, you show me that there is a life beyond Janet's Shear Talent" she said admiringly and commenced cutting my hair, this time cutting by my ears. Her scissors seemed to make a loud snip as she cut around my ears exposing them. Looking into the Mirror, I realized that my hair was going to be cut very short but didn't seem to mind. 
"Oooooohh, you have such sexy ears," she giggled wiping off small tufts of hair off of my shoulders, bending down to embrace me while wrapped in the brown apron. She then began to caress my ears with her tongue and whisper in graphic detail how she really felt about me. 
"You excite me with both your beautiful eyes and your intelligence. I hope I'm not freaking you out or anything, I know how you feel about Cathy. I just had to let you know how I feel." She admitted, kissing my newly exposed ear and beginning to cut my hair close to my head, working her way to my left side and doing the same thing only this time she really began moistening my ear with her warm sensuous mouth. 
" I want you Hon...now," While in the chair, she undid the cape, my shirt and my jeans, after which we made love atop the salon chair. This went on for a while before we climaxed and I dressed. She snapped the cape back on, and resumed cutting my hair. 
"Good thing nobody walked in," I said, feeling a little guilty. 
"Not a problem, the door is locked, I fixed it so it would lock after Cathy left, ingenious huh." she said with a shrewd lucious smile. 
     After she cut around my ears, she shaped them with her clippers, then she began to cut the back. Snip snip snip was all I heard along with the sight and sound of my hair being cut shorter and shorter. I knew my hair in the back was quite short after feeling the cold and wet stainless steel of Janet's shears on my nape. Strands of hair began to accumulate on both the floor and in my lap, I never realized I had this much hair, but looking in the mirror at my closely cut head and exposed ears showed how much hair was being cut. Coming around the front, she checked to see if everything was even and did a few touch ups as she saw fit. Reaching for her red clippers she turned them on and began to touch up my ears a little more. I believe it was the combination of both the buzzing of the clippers and the fact that this beautiful vixen was shearing me that sent chills of rapture down my spine and further stiffened my love muscle, love which I silently vowed to save for Cathy. She then started in the back and ran the clippers up my neck and pushed them high above my ears, completely shaving my nape, I was shocked at looking at this metamorphosis in the mirror, and watching big black clumps of hair fall into my lap and cascade off my cape in an ebony waterfall onto the floor. 
"Wow, I guess you did cut my hair short." 
"MmmmmmHmmmmmm" She answered, kissing my completely shaved neck. 
"At least I can still comb the top," I thought, not even daring to say that out loud for fear of receiving a complete buzz cut. After a few more touch ups she turned off the clippers, dusted off the cape and brushed my neck with a soft brush. Looking at the clock, I noticed it was 2:15, the whole haircut took over two hours. Removing the cape, I reached for my wallet,  this was when she said this haircut was on her. 
"I have a feeling you will be successful when you return from Easter Island. Cathy told me you planned to grow your hair out if you became successful and could leave the local paper you're writing for now. I cut it a little shorter so you would always think of me when you pass by here, and no I didn't do it out of anger, all I ask is that we can still be friends." 
"Of course, if I am successful I'll fill you in on what happened this time... on more safer grounds, like the coffee shop," I said laughing. 
After one more kiss, I left the shop and caught up with Cathy. 
"Wow!! Did she cut it short or what!!" She said surprisingly, kissing my ears and neck as we walked hand in hand towards the park, and to our favorite private spot by a huge waterfall. After a while, the sky began to take on darker shades of blue, as the sun was doused by the horizon like a celestial flame being turned down. We then went back home to have dinner and some more lovemaking. Upon entering the house, I noticed the answering machine was blinking and listened to what was said. The first was a message from Dave confirming that I would meet him at the airport a week from today at 4:30 am, the second was from the newspaper I wrote for, wishing me both the best of luck and telling me I need not come in for the rest of the week, adding that I was to receive pay equal to a two weeks vacation. 
"Our luck is changing for the better," I said to Cathy, kissing her and rubbing my hands over her back and her new short hair as she did mine. It was then she asked me the shocking question. 
"Did you and Janet make mad passionate love? She said she wanted to and I told her to go for it, after all, I have a good feeling you won't be back there." She said smiling. 
"You guys planned this?" I asked in amazement. 
"Of course, Janet is a good friend both to me and to you, and when I told her of your plans to grow your hair out, she looked kind of sad, that was when I agreed to let her have her way with you, after all it will probably be the last time you venture into her shop, I can feel it." 
"You are amazing," I said and kissed her all over, especially over her smooth neck. We made love and laid in bed for the next three days, as she kept rubbing my neck, all I could think of was, "Enjoy it while you can, it wont be like this when I return." And we made love some more.