Hairjob Novels & Stories

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He was still shocked at it all but honestly I had something else in mind. She's gonna have to get that hair in a bun cause it's whipping has gotten too much. Way too much.

The light flickered a couple of times. The mirror was shaded with white lines reflecting the glow from the blinks whisking rainbows along my lashes. He finally clicked the switch of the series of bulbs. "Done!" Jared, that kind lady caged in a handsome body giggled while saying that. He fixed my hair in a professional way. It's in a high bun with a wrap-around braid. He kept it loose to recreate a little messy outcome. I love it! The girlish me inside want to shake him and make him realize that he's amazing, but, "thank you" that's the only phrase I uttered, surprisingly enough to make him smile widely.

Something about a man who enjoys making women pretty puts me at ease and his sauciness at times reminds me a lot of Jack and Simon. We swap hair treatment ideas back and forth all the while he skilfully arranges my hair into an elegant updo that amazes even me. My hair is pulled back at the front into a bun that sits high on the back of my head revealing my slender neck. She then pulled out some strategic trestles at the front to frame my face and the effect was complete. I am overwhelmed by my experience of the day it was truly amazing and I fully agree that they have earned their reputation many times over.

She spends the next forty-five minutes backcombing my hair and covering it in a strong-smelling lacquer. ‘What is this?’ I ask. ‘This is hair lacquer, Miss,’ Jewel says, her fingers oily from it, as she teases my hair into an absolute mess. Just when I think my hairstyle will be ridiculous, she pats down my hair, in sections, before sleeking them back with her lacquered hands into a very voluminous bun.

Carl took her in forcefully while she was screaming. “Geez first girl who is behaving in a salon like that” said a girl behind John. Andy looked back at her and winked and waved his hand. The woman had gone blushed. “I think I found my fling” he said and went to her while john had smiled and moved his head in no. After two and half hour she came outside, Carl had given a complete new hair cut and it suits her. Her hair were hip lengths he cut them off in a way where the length was not affected but he gave her a step cut and made layers throughout her hair.

She wanted to re-invent herself because this event was going to be life-changing. The hairdresser did a great job, and she loved it, making her feel more youthful and carefree. Clara liked that she didn’t need to mess with her hair too much or tie it up to style it. A small hair clip on the side of her temple was all she needed to keep it away from her face.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m not going to sabotage your hair even though I hate you. I don’t wanna waste my talent by fucking up your look. If it looks ugly on you, it’s not my fault.” I just nod slowly. Georgia turns to the rack beside her after fixing the fabric around me. I mean…She did not try to choke me with it so that’s a plus. Georgia holds onto my now messy bun and pulls my scrunchie up, revealing my brunette and wavy hair that reaches to my back. “You ever had your hair cut before?” I turn my attention to Georgia, who asked a good and genuine question. This feels new to me. “Y-yeah,” I responded.

The stylist's skilled hands gently parted my hair, carefully assessing its texture and length. As they worked their magic, a captivating dialogue unfolded between us. "So, Brielle, have you always been adventurous with your hair, or is this a new endeavor?" the stylist asked, their voice laced with genuine curiosity. I chuckled softly, memories of past hair experiments flooding my mind. "Oh, I've had my fair share of wild hairstyles over the years. From vibrant ombres to edgy pixie cuts, I've always enjoyed pushing the boundaries when it comes to my hair."

“With everything.” “Yeah, I guess… But we can’t hide away either. Have to be seen, and all that…” “I will talk to Aaron,” he agreed, and rolled so that she was beneath him. “What is the problem with my hair?” She threaded her fingers through it. “Nothing. I just thought you hated the curls.” “Short back and sides doesn’t go with the image,” he pointed out practically. “But it does get into my eyes sometimes.” “Another six months and you might be able to put it up into a man-bun,” she scraped it back from his face. “Not bad.”