What I Learned by Shaving Women Ch. 02

1961

About three weeks had passed since the note from Shelley. 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 adjacent 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 much down time.

I arrived at the school 30 minutes early and saw some old friends of David. One mentioned he'd just read that President Kennedy had established something called the Peace Corps. I thought I might have to join if my business didn't improve soon. At least it might be safer than the Korean War I remembered all too well.

As we stood talking, two women walked up. We soon realized that they were also planning to attend the classes. This was very unusual, as women normally became hairdressers for beauty shops, not barbers for men in those days.

Their names were Jamie and Linda. Jamie was cute with dark brown hair, about 5'5" or so. She had a beautiful tan. Linda was a blonde, probably not a real one, about the same size as Jamie but with shorter hair. While not as cute as Jamie, she packed a big pair. 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 didn't think that would ever work. I found out years later I was wrong.

The class began on time and the first session covered the changing styles that were happening around the country. They were rapidly evolving. There was a new group formed recently in Liverpool and the mop top haircuts they had were starting to come to LA. Elvis and the new rock and roll performers were transitioning away from the 1950's styles of flattops, buzz cuts and crew cuts of the Buddy Holly days. The trend was moving to longer, more free form hairstyles. Our customer's frequency of haircuts would surely be dropping.

The following session was a hands-on training class from the school instructors. I learned how to correct a few mistakes I seem to make too often.

At 7:00, we broke for dinner and went next door to the HoJo restaurant. 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 barer 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. In about five seconds one of the guys said, "You mean to tell me that a women took her clothes off in your shop and had you shave her petute?"

"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's what happened."

Again, total silence. I could almost hear the gears turning in their heads as they wondered if I was telling the truth or not.

Linda asked, "Did she need a doctor to stitch her up?"

There was more laughter.

"I didn't cut her even once, and she was very pleased. She even wrote a nice thank-you note. I've been hoping some other ladies like her would come."

One of the guys said, "I'd love to see you try to make a business out of that. It'll never happen."

I glanced around the table and noticed a very strange look on Jamie's face. When her eyes touched mine, she looked quickly down at her plate. She didn't say anything.

As dinner was winding down, I excused myself to go to the men's room. After taking a leak, I started back to the table. Jamie was waiting outside the door.

"Mark, can we talk in my room at 10:30? I want to ask you some questions about what you were saying."

"Sure Jamie. I'll call you before I come over." She told me her room number.

The other class that night dealt with customer outreach and marketing. With the new trends towards longer hair, most of us were concerned about how to make frequent haircuts more popular. It seemed to me from all the discussion that we barbers were in for a rough ride over the coming years.

My thoughts were more along the line of how to get women to demand the best in their own personal grooming. I decided to not bring up that subject for discussion.

As promised, I called Jamie at 10:30 and she invited me over.

I saw when she opened the door that she'd changed into a casual sweat suit top and pants. Unexpectedly, Linda wasn't there. I later learned that she had gone to a bar with a couple of the other participants.

"Hey Mark, thanks from coming over. Please come in." I walked by her and to 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. I've been thinking 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 hadn't yet been released. He borrowed them from a buddy who works at one of the porn production companies. Seems like they weren't 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, all of them. My husband came home and told me about how he was turned on by that. We had wonderful sex for an hour, much longer than usual. He's asked me now three times to shave my pussy like those women did. I can trim my hair like a bikini cut but I can't shave it down to the skin without cutting the shit out of myself. I have a couple of moles down there. I told him I couldn't do it. I certainly wasn't going to let him do it. He's 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 her words exploded like a burst of machine gun fire 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'll have to come to my senses and back out. Will you do it?"

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 wouldn't trust her with a sharp blade anywhere near me. However, 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'll mention that I heard you were taking appointments and see what she says. I don't see this as a service we would ever offer. There's no reason to train any of us to do it."

"Okay then, is Tuesday set?"

"Yes, I'll be there between 7:45 and 8:15 depending on the traffic. Thank you."

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'll never reveal your identity or that of any of my clients. It's your story to tell, not mine."

"Good. I'm not like those girls in the porn films. I don't want anyone except my husband to know I was shaved, except you of course."

I left her room and walked back to mine. It was a cool evening, but I was very warm from the excitement of another appointment. I could sure use the money. Then I remembered, we didn't discuss a price. Oh well. I'll enjoy it whatever it is.

Sleep escaped me most of the night. I kept thinking about Jamie. While she wasn't beautiful like the Hollywood starlets, she was very pretty to 99% of us. I guessed she's 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. With all the loose-fitting clothes she had worn, I couldn't tell anything about her figure except that she was smaller chested than Linda.

The experience with Shelley came roaring back in my thoughts. This time, I'd try to make Jamie more comfortable with additional pillows and a smaller more direct light that wouldn't 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'd be more comfortable for women.

Sunday's classes were focused on a new process called razor cuts which I thought was ironic. We also were visited by several supplier reps who had new hair sprays, creams and shampoos. What interested me was a detail trimmer for neck hair. It was small, very quiet and lightweight. It'd be much better for the tight area around a pussy and in the butt crack.

Jamie saw me looking at the trimmer. She walked over and whispered, "What are you thinking about doing with that, Mark?"

I whispered back, "Show you on Tuesday." She smiled and walked away. We didn't try to talk again that day. I bought the trimmer.

Monday evening was the only time I could go shopping. After closing, I drove to the local mall to buy 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 light possible. Finally, back to the shop to get things in order.

On Tuesday, a customer asked about the curtain track I installed on the ceiling.

"I've been thinking about hiring out the space to a hairdresser. If that happens, we'll have both women and men coming in. Since women don't like 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'd practiced that lie since I knew the question would be asked.

"Mark, that'll cause a big cramp in our story telling. It'll eliminate most of the jokes we tell in here." Everyone laughed.

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

I closed at 6:00 that night and went out for a burger. A new place called McDonalds opened just down on the corner. It had funny-looking arches and walk-up windows for ordering and pickup. The sign out front said they'd sold over 12,000,000. That was hard for me to believe. How could anyone sell that many of anything?

Around 7:50, I heard a knock and saw Jamie had arrived. As I opened the door, I noticed that her hair was nicely styled and very different from Sunday. She wore a dark blue short-sleeve blouse which showed her well-defined and ample breasts.

"Good evening, Jamie. You're on time and I'm relieved you didn't cancel."

"I would've called if I'd changed my mind." She had a big smile and reached for my hand.

She wore white shorts and casual walking shoes. Her legs were magnificent both in shape and color. She led the way to the back as I watched her ass swing from side to side - almost hypnotizing me. I was beginning to like this new 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'd like. I know this isn't a comfortable thing for you."

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

"Thanks for the promotion," I replied. She smiled.

"Here's what I'm planning. First, you'll need to remove your shorts and underwear."

"Well, duuh," Jamie replied. "Can't you shave me with my panties on? I thought you're a pro."

"That's something I never learned in barber school."

She laughed, then said, "I can just see it now, twelve chairs all in a line with butt naked women having their pussies shaved by students. Think of how much they could charge for admission."

"They'd have an ambulance standing by, I'm sure," I replied.

"Probably for all the heart attack victims in the audience."

"Jamie, can't we get back to business? This is going to take a while." She nodded but continued to giggle at her imagined scene.

"I need you to get on the table and arrange the pillows however you like for your head and back. I'll need you to place one pillow under your rear so that it raises your genital area up enough for me to work.

"I'll 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'll 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 more coarse than other hair on your body. I'll 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's okay with you. If not, I'll need for you to do it."

"No, that's okay. I've always wondered what it'd 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. I couldn't help but marvel at Jamie's attitude versus Shelley's. Shelley was serious but embarrassed while Jamie seemed to be having fun with the whole event. If she was embarrassed, it didn't show.

"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 so that it won't be too hot for you.

"After the hot moisture has done its job, then I'll apply the shaving cream and start to work. You mentioned two moles that you were concerned. I'll be very careful when working around them. The whole job should take about 10 to 12 minutes. Do you want the hair above your Mons removed completely or shaped into some sort of pattern?"

"Let's completely remove it."

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

"Mark! Do you talk to all nice girls like this?" She had a stern look. At first, I thought I had offended her; then she started smiling again.

"Sure, let's get me as hairless as can be so there'll be no complaints at home. My hubby does like to lick and finger fuck my ass sometimes."

I didn't know if she was joking or not. I just let it go. She didn't laugh this time so maybe it was for real. That's the first time I'd heard a lady talking about their butthole being finger fucked.

I'd learn much more like that in the future. Women seemed to talk more openly while their pussies were being shaved by a man.

"Sounds good, Jamie. After I finish your vulva area, I'll ask you to flip over and raise your bottom in the air so I can slice those little hairs off. I'll need to apply some shaving cream, 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'll be using a small spotlight to help me see all the details of your anatomy. I don't want to cut you anywhere and it's just too dark in here unless I use the additional light. My hands are very steady so don't worry about that. I'll 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 my previous client preferred I use them. Are these details okay with you?"

"Sure, but if you carefully wash your hands, I see no reason for you to wear gloves. I want you to have the most dexterity possible and I've been touched by men's hands before. But I'll warn you that with all the rubbing you plan with the oils and creams, I'm 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's nothing like open and honest communications." I said. "If you'd 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 cough, sneeze or move in any way."

"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 there for a while, so it could've been more than a pee. Finally, I heard a flush and Jamie wash her hands. The door 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 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 odd for girls in California. Rarely did anyone sun in the nude and this was long before tanning booths were in use.

Jamie climbed on the table and fluffed two of the three pillows. She 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 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. My cock was paying attention.

"Let me grab the trimmer and we'll 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'm only the second women you've shaved?"

"That's right. I'd like to get more business, as there seems to be a demand. But how do you go about advertising this service? Newspapers are not going to advertise, "Pussies shaved while you wait, or, Want that young girl look? see Mark."

How about this, Jamie said, "Nair you see it, Nair you don't. See Mark."

As contagious laughter consumed us, tears ran down our cheeks.

Jamie thought for a second and said, "Word of mouth is only way. You need to have me and that first women tell one or two other women that this service is available and, once they've been here, tell more and more. This is a personal grooming subject that very few women talk about except with their closest girlfriends. If my husband hadn't seen those un-released movies, I wouldn't be here."