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I start to tell her it ain’t any of her business, but Mrs. Jennings gets out in front of me. “It’s clear he’s a biker.”
Annie pats my back as she snips my hair off. “Hell’s Jury, his vest says.”
“It’s a cut,” I mumble. “Not a vest.”
“Just like your hair,” Jasmine says to general titters.
The young girl looks up from buffing Mrs. Jennings nails. “He’s looking better already.”
“He was pretty gorgeous to begin with, Elsa,” Laura observes.
Then horror sets in as Annie grabs my beard and starts cutting it off.
“Fuck,” I almost scream as I jerk in my chair.
“Don’t be moving around like that,” Jasmine says. “Or you’re going to end up with a scar on your perfect face.”
Once everything is fuckin’ short, the trimmers come out. It’s too fuckin’ late to change my mind at this point, so I close my eyes thinkin’ I’m in a nightmare. Any fuckin’ minute I’m gonna wake up.
It’s for Evanee,my dick reminds me.
“Don’t you think he should take off his shirt?”
The clippers stop. “Mrs. Jenning’s right. You’re gonna itch like the devil.”
“Take my fuckin’ shirt off?”
“Yes,” Babs agrees. “Otherwise, the little hairs are going to get down your back.”
“Besides,” Daisy says. “I heard you’re supposed to treat those vests with respect. Getting’ hair all over them….” She tsks.
I’m thinkin’ any minute now they’re gonna start stuffin’ dollar bills in my jeans. “Really? You’re not just sayin’ that because you wanna see me stripped down?”
“Well, not entirely,” Laura says with a grin.
I stand, sling the bib off, then shrug out of my cut. “Gotta hang this somewhere,” I tell Annie.
She takes it with the reverence it deserves and carries it over to a hook on the wall next to a bunch of bibs and places it there. “Want me to hang the T-shirt too?”
“Nah,” I say with a grin as I whip it over my head. Call me vain, but I’m rock hard. Abs, chest, arms. The room seems to agree with me as there’s murmurings of approval and some gasping.
“You ever thought about becoming a stripper?” Mrs. Jenning says as she stares at my chest.
“Best ink I’ve ever seen,” Jasmine observes with an intake of breath.
“Are those nipple rings?” Laura asks stretching her neck to see me.
Jasmine nods at Laura. “Yep, they are.” To me she, asks, “Did they hurt getting them?”
“I have a nipple ring,” Mrs. Jenning announces with a wink.
“Girl, you do not!” Elsa replies, swatting Mrs. Jennings on the shoulder.
“Do they really give extra pleasure?” Daisy asks, wide-eyed.
Not to be outdone, Babs adds, “Are you pierced anywhere else?”
“I bet he has a Prince Albert piercing,” Mrs. Jennings smirks.
