Page 3 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
After receiving the info for Darren's barber last week, I went online and scheduled an appointment. I had to book several days out because he didn't have any available time slots. While that had slightly annoyed me at first, I took it as a sign that he was good at his job. Surely, I wouldn’t have to wait several days to get in if he weren’t good at what he did. I’d already procrastinated for so long that a few more days wouldn’t hurt, even if I was starting to look quite ragged.
It was different from what I was used to. Instead of a shop with multiple barbers, Emery rented out his own space. Darren said he’d followed Emery here from his previous barbershop and liked the more personal environment away from all the other people and screaming kids.
After quickly locating Emery’s suite number, I opened the door. I scanned the room, and what I saw nearly had me tripping over my feet. Knowing Darren, I was expecting Emery to be just your average barber. What I wasn't expecting to see was the prettiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Hello, you can take a seat. I’ve just got to clean up and I'll be right with you.”
“No problem.” My voice came out strained from the shock.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him even as I sat on the leather loveseat in the corner. Emery was gorgeous. I guessed that he was in his mid-twenties. He wore a black pleated skirt with thigh-high stockings and a cropped long-sleeved shirt. His skin was pale and smooth like porcelain… like a doll. His big, beautiful brown eyes were enhanced by his long black lashes and the pretty pink highlighter dusting his perfect cheeks.
Suddenly, my mind was filled with visions of dressing Emery in pretty clothes and watching him play. He was so gorgeous it nearly hurt to take my eyes off him. I forced myself to look around the room so I didn't creep him out.
“It’s Michael, right? Come on over!”
I made my way over to the chair and sat down. Emery leaned against the station as his beautiful brown eyes met mine.
“I know you already saw most of this when you booked online, but since this is your first time here, I'll give you a quick rundown.”
He explained his cancellation policy and the services included with the cut. A shampoo was included alongside a dry and style. I’d never gotten a shampoo before because it was always a ridiculous up-charge and seemed unnecessary when I could just wash it at home. But Emery explained that it was included in his prices, but I was always welcome to decline. But I already thought Emery's prices were more than fair, especially now that I knew everything it entailed.
“Now that we have all that out of the way, how do you want your hair cut?”
He draped a cape over my torso as I showed Emery pictures of how I usually cut my hair, and he got straight to work. The conversation while he worked was effortless. I told him that I was referred to him by a friend when my old barber left her workplace unexpectedly. He talked about his past experiences working for a company and how he enjoyed being his own boss.
His voice was soft yet commanded my utmost attention. I was in awe of his talent and obvious love for his job. He spun me around and handed me a mirror so I could see everything and make sure I liked it.
He’d done amazing. He was fast yet skilled, and I felt brand-new. “It's perfect, it feels so much better. Thank you, Emery.”
“You’re very welcome, I'm so glad you like it! Are you ready for the shampoo?”
“I am. I've never gotten one before, so I'm intrigued.”
Emery smiled as we walked over to a different chair attached to a shampoo bowl and helped guide me backward into the neckrest.
“Well then, you’re in for a treat because I always add in a scalp message, and it’s amazing, especially after a long day at work.”
I closed my eyes and relaxed against the neckrest. I jerked in surprise when the water hit my scalp. It was nice and warm, the pressure was more intense than I expected, but it felt great against my scalp.
“Sorry, I know it can be a shock at first. Just let me know if you need me to change the temperature.”
“It feels great!”
My heart fluttered when he giggled. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. “Just wait, it's about to get even better.”
His nimble fingers started to work their way across my scalp. The shampoo was slick and sudsy, allowing his digits to glide against my skin effortlessly. I had to stifle a moan when he dug his fingertips into the hair around my temples and worked his way down to my nape in firm circles.
His hands were like magic as they worked my scalp. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, making my body feel like it was floating. Warm water streamed over my head, and my skin ached when his touch slipped away. I gasped softly when his fingers returned, slow and deliberate, massaging my scalp with a softness that made heat curl low in my belly. I was suddenly very thankful for the tight underwear I had on.
While I was so relaxed, I thought I was going to melt into a puddle. I was also working hard to school my features and not look like I was about to cream in my jeans. Were shampoos supposed to feel this erotic, or was it because Emery happened to tick every box that I had?
I let out a contented sigh as his fingers withdrew and the water turned off, signaling the end of my brain-melting pleasure and relaxation. He grabbed a towel, ran it over my now short hair, and quickly removed the excess moisture.
“You can sit up now. How was that for your first shampoo?”
I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling lighter than I did before.
“It was amazing. Who knew getting your hair washed could be so relaxing?” And erotic, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
