Quincy Barbers Novels & Stories

“I don’t usually bother when I’m at home because my skin is so thin, but I’m meeting people tomorrow so I’d better make the effort.” “Do you like being shaved?” “I’ve never been shaved by anyone,” Cade said. Quinn nodded. “I’ll shave you. I like shaving men… all over.” Cade stared at him. “You mean—?” “I like my men smooth.” Cade had little enough body hair that it had never occurred to him to remove the underarm hair and the small patch at the base of his cock. “Okay,” he said, somewhat breathlessly. “We’ll take it slow,” Quinn said. “Tonight, I’ll just shave your chin. Come on, let’s eat first.”

The man left the office, and kyles immediately went to his colleague's office and gave her a sum of fifty dollars, for giving him this job. Thank you Mr. Kylas, I do appreciate it. Alright, I will be going home now. Once again thank you for your connection, he left the company, then move straight to where he planned to before the call for another dollar, Hello, I need a qualified stylist that will cut my hair and apply. You are in the rightful place your choice will be given as described, welcome sir It is your turn to sit for the barbing sir, how did you want the hair to be, did you want to change the recent style or do you want to maintain it?

Otherwise, how could those revelations remain undeleted? Since returning to Jipsfort, Quinn had been busy with various responsibilities, leaving her no time to visit the nightclub. Now that she was here, she was eager to unwind with some drinks. As she took a seat at the bar, she said to the handsome bartender, "Can I have your signature drink?" She hadn't been to a nightclub in a long time, and she wasn't sure which drinks were good. Upon seeing her beauty, the bartender became extremely attentive. However, a frigid glare suddenly overcame him. His hands trembled uncontrollably, nearly causing him to drop the cocktail shaker.

Quincy knocked on the door and called out, "Is anyone home?" Soon, a middle-aged man with a limp appeared. Caitlin recognized him immediately from the photo she had seen at the funeral home, but the man now looked completely different. His clothes were torn, his beard untamed, and he had the air of someone who had fallen from grace. "Who are you?" Gavin croaked, his voice hoarse. "We’re here to ask you about a matter," Quincy replied. "Two years ago, you worked as an embalmer at the third mortuary, correct?"

They had come from the streets, and I knew that was what they lacked, so I gave it to them im triple folds. I slipped through the sliding doors of my barbershop after I paid the taxi driver, eyeing the customer bench. Two customers were waiting to style their hair, and I got to work immediately, slipping an apron over my shirt and trousers. Arianna and Lucas had their hands full, and I smiled at them as I beckoned on the middle aged man with a bushy beard to come forward. “Two men came looking for you today, CeeCee.” It was Lucas, his focus on the man's head before him, using the brush to make sure the already cut hair was out of the way before applying the clipper again.

“A woman is a person, not something you can just hand over. You don’t have the right to talk like that.” The only reason Quincy had intervened was to stop an innocent woman from being harassed, not to claim her for himself. Apart from Lydia, he didn’t want anyone. “Yes, yes, you’re right,” the man mumbled as he scrambled to his feet and darted away, grumbling under his breath about Quincy. Acting all noble but everyone knew why guys came to a place like this. It was solely to pick up women. Quincy didn’t bother chasing him. Instead, he turned to give a word of caution to the woman. She should be careful hanging around a bar at night like this. But then he froze.

“Her?” “Yeah, Jackie is a woman and it’s her bar.” Bobby nodded and the image that came to mind was an older, weather beaten woman with short silver hair, letting Buzz pretty much run the bar. He could get used to that; he would just to make sure to stay on Buzz’s good side.

Quincy shuddered; she stomped her feet angrily when all the ministers tried to talk her into the wedding. Those ministers usually treated Quincy with respect. They dared not refute anything she said, but that day, they were on Darryl's side. Quincy's pretty face flushed; she could not say anything else because she was in a rage. She still looked very charming even though she was embarrassed and angry. "Shut up!" Finally, Quincy could not take it anymore. She looked around coldly and snorted in disgust.

Both Marcia and Hannah were surprised at how organized Quinn was with their schedules. There’s a lot of things to do. They had their color assessment to check the colors that would suit their skin color, eyes, and hair. Then, after that, they entered the stores and they offered clothes that were perfect for them. After that, they had their imperfections corrected. The fats on their tummy, inner thighs, and arms. They would look like a barbie. It was tiring as they couldn't say no to Quinn. They also have a hair spa which is the best among all.

I'll see you when I get done. I spend the next several minutes scrolling through sports scores and seeing if there's anything major I missed while we were gone and make a mental note to remind Steve that the Cowboys are coming to town in a couple weeks. Before I know it, Quincy's ready for me again, has me shampooed, and is leading me back at her station. "How'd it go with the bangs?" She shoots me a glare as she picks up her scissors. "I told her to stand in the back row for all the pictures."