Thread: My Barber (Wolvenrogue and NurseMaxine)

Getting home,he stripped out of his suit and hit the shower. The hot water felt good. The house was old, and not well appointed, but there was nothing like 100 year old pie pan shower head. It was like a warm rain falling on you. He luxuriated in the water as long as he dared before getting out and drying off. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a black rock tour tee shirt, and a pair of canvas shoes. It was a city grunge sort of look and completely out of place in the little town, especially with his two day beard, but he didn't care, it was comfortable. Jason, put on a pot of coffee and brushed his teeth again while it brewed. He poured a steaming cup and inhaled the fragrant vapors before downing it. He stopped a moment to look in the mirror. It was a mistake. His boss was right. He was a complete mess. He would go to the barbershop right now and set things straight. He hopped in the car, and was about to head into the city and try out the new shops he had heard so much about. The ones with the sexy chicks. But then he remembered he would be missing three days pay next check, and stopped before leaving the driveway. The shop in town was a block away, and their cuts had to be cheaper by plenty. He got out and walked down the street. When he saw the the little brick building with barber pole on the corner, he couldn't help thinking he was about to step into a Norman Rockwell painting. That place hadn't changed in fifty years at least by the look of it. It was neat and well kept, but it belonged in another era. It screamed small town like nothing he had ever seen. The window decal said simply Barber Shop which in a town this size was plenty. They would only have one. He opened the door and the little bell rang as he did. A moment later his jaw dropped. Standing in front of him wearing a smile and a nearly transparent wet tank top was the most gorgeous thing he had seen in a very long time. The tiny woman had his eyes popping out of his head, and they weren't looking at her face, though it was angelic. Instead they were focused about 9 inches lower and staring at the two soft melons that she had on display. The tank top was hiding nothing and her long nipples set on raised areolas finished the look in glorious fashion. Her hair wrapped around the swell of her breasts and hips in a beautiful crimson and her top stopped about four inches short of her overalls revealing the creamiest abs he had ever seen in his life. He had stopped breathing, and when she cleared her throat and asked Can I help you her words jarred him back into consciousness. Yes I do need a hair cut and a shave while you are at it . He tried to remain nonchalant as she offered him the only chair in the shop and lowered it all the way to the floor. The woman was very short and it was the nly way she would see what she was doing without a stool. However, it also put her breasts at eye level, and any hope of avoiding staring went immediately out the window. As she ran her fingers through his hair the glorious orbs swayed in front of his face and just like a snake charmer's flute had his his snake standing in his pants in no time. He was grateful for the apron she had placed over him moments before.