This story tells you about my experience at office
after head shave. This is a
continuation of my previous “Accident Haircut...“. Since there no link between
two you can start reading this and enjoy my after head
shave experience.
After making my head shined bright with razor, the barber applied some talcum powder with a sponge all over. He swept the excess powder with a clean towel. I went back to my apartment and changed to formals to go for work. As usual I approached my wall mirror with my talcum powder, moisture cream and a comb from shelf.
I suddenly realized and
felt crap for holding the comb. In anger I threw it out the window, since I felt keeping it now is totally insane. I also
saw my hair gel teasing me from
the shelf, I emptied the bottle to the corner basin and threw the bottle away.
I was totally disappointed because I never thought that I will be shaving my
head yesterday.
I left home soon to office. While riding the bike, I was thinking on how to face my colleagues, how to give explanation for my bald head etc… When I reached office ground I found the car of my friend whom I met at restaurant yesterday. I was sure that the news about my head shave will be spread by him, he works with me in the same company.
I left home soon to office. While riding the bike, I was thinking on how to face my colleagues, how to give explanation for my bald head etc… When I reached office ground I found the car of my friend whom I met at restaurant yesterday. I was sure that the news about my head shave will be spread by him, he works with me in the same company.
I felt that everyone was waiting for my arrival.When I opened the door
I saw all the eyes looking at my bald head. As I expected everyone
was waiting for me. I heard many comments like blady, mr.bald, bald boss,
Egghead etc… Some came around me for touching, rubbing and kissing my bald
head.
The annoying thing that I found was the office is decorated with balloons and ribbons. I was wondering why they are celebrating my head shave like this. I really felt ashamed for the same. I suddenly heard a loud happy birthday song, and then only I realized that all the decorations were made for my colleague’s birthday celebration. Our office celebrates the birthday of everybody to its core. But the arrival of birthday guy doesn't grab full attention of everyone from me. I went to my cabin and started my work. I could still feel many eyes looking at my bald head.
At 11am there is a break. It was the time to cut the birthday cake. I joined them, everybody there called me ‘egg head’ and I felt like my real name was forgotten by all. I stood beside the thick creamy white vanilla cake. The cake was cut soon and after that suddenly somebody standing at my back pushed my bald head down and dipped it into the cake. When I slowly raised my head all the white cream layer stuck on my bald head.
The annoying thing that I found was the office is decorated with balloons and ribbons. I was wondering why they are celebrating my head shave like this. I really felt ashamed for the same. I suddenly heard a loud happy birthday song, and then only I realized that all the decorations were made for my colleague’s birthday celebration. Our office celebrates the birthday of everybody to its core. But the arrival of birthday guy doesn't grab full attention of everyone from me. I went to my cabin and started my work. I could still feel many eyes looking at my bald head.
At 11am there is a break. It was the time to cut the birthday cake. I joined them, everybody there called me ‘egg head’ and I felt like my real name was forgotten by all. I stood beside the thick creamy white vanilla cake. The cake was cut soon and after that suddenly somebody standing at my back pushed my bald head down and dipped it into the cake. When I slowly raised my head all the white cream layer stuck on my bald head.
The middle part of my bald head was completely covered with white
cream. Huge laughter was heard all around me. So many tongues licked away the
cream in my bald head leaving saliva on my scalp, I felt it really
annoying. I became a joker for the whole show that day. I should say my
colleagues actually celebrated my head shaving. I felt that everyone was
wishing me 'Happy Head Shaving Day'
to me. With some laughter and disappointment, that day added to the
unforgettable moments of my life.
Mala writes…..
ReplyDeleteDuring his ‘College of Acting & Cinematography’ – my hubby Naughty ‘Neel’ had to make a ‘Presentation’ video of 10 minutes. It was actually a short film where he portrayed a girl who is always highly charged with sex & bodily desires. The girl ultimately choses to go to a Buddhist Monastery & become a disciple of Buddha. She starts wearing flowing Red Robes, stops wearing any ornament, and decidedly gets her Head & whole body shaved with razor, by a barber, as dictated in terms of Buddhism. But when she meets a tourist after 1 year of sedate life, she is again charged with sexual desire, changes her dress-ups to normal, and goes back to Kolkata & settled in a married life. The message was – that sex is not a craze but a necessity, and you must have sex & fulfil your dress-up & cosmetic that you yesrn after– your perfumeries desired – that is nothing bad, so long as you have intent to do something good to people. That ultimately matters.
I was chosen to be the Heroin in the short film of 11 minute 14 secs. And for that little role, I did not wish to wear a skull cap. Rather I bade Neel to call a male barber (shooting was at far North Sikkim, in early winter), and laughingly sat before him, and ordered Neel & other camera crew to clear out & don’t see me, because I not only had to shave off my waist length, deep black & wavy, 12 inch broad tresses to a glistening bald, but that I had to shave off all my body, including armpits, pubic hair & also facial hair, for the film. The camera is a detective now-a-days (it was 2003), shows all.
When the Male barber looked at me, I smiled & asked him, whether his razor was sharp enough – not only for my headshave but more seriously – for my armpits & my precious pubic region. He too, smiled back (his name was Birju or Biju) and asked me to open my Maxi, andshow the thing. I looked at all the sides, and then told him – You fool, don’t you know that beautiful ladies do not become naked out of their own ? Don’t you have manners to make her Nude with your own hands ? Birju thought for a moment, and asked me to stand up, while he too stood up. After 10 seconds, my only wear – the flimsy – greenish printed Maxi lay sprawled over the grass & Mala Chatterjee stood, stark naked (I Like to be called ‘naked’ rather than ‘nude’ ), exposing her volcano (vagina) covered with brownish film of pubic hair. Birju asked me to put my two pointing fingers on the two sides of the Canal, and I did so. He shaved my pubic hair region, keeping only a clippered-like triangle of sandpapery pubic hair, and asked me whether I liked it that way. I said Yes I am happy. Next 5 minutes were spent over shaving my armpits, and it was a clean job.
Then Birju said another nice thing. He said that after I have my head shaven, it would look like a glistening & reflecting mirror-like ball, with a bluish tinge of my deep raven black hair. With this, if I have a face full of facial hair it would look ugly. So I ordered him to shave my face & cheeks & neck first, because while shaving my hair, I did not wish to distract my mind about pending face shave.
Mala Chatterjee - writes about BIJU OR BIRJU, A MALE BARBER WHO SHAVED MALA'S HEAD while shooting a 11 minute Video Presentation of Mala's then would be husband Neel's first short film-named- The Desire -
ReplyDeleteHe (Birju) applied a little Gillette Foam over my face & cheek, sprinkled water on it & made a foam lather. This time one of the Camera Crew came to see what we two were doing, and asked me with a wink. I replied that we were not having sex if that was what he intended to mean. Rather said that I have already got my pussy shaved together with my armpits, and now I was enjoying ‘As the Boys Do’ during my face & cheek shave. Both of us broke out in laughter, and Birju too broke out in a laughter, enjoying my joke. I winked at him and said that today I shall remain busy in the Trailor-shoot, but he must come & see me at my hotel the next day, right at 11=00 in the morning, because the entire Unit together with my future hubby “Neel’ would be out for a ‘Spot hunt’ tomorrow. Birju must have time enough to satisfy me, because I was roused already by Birju, whose hands touched my private organs, and I shall have a tearing headache till he himself puts out the fire of desire in me. Birju of course, showed up the next day at 10-50 AM, and stayed with me in bed till 3=30 PM, but that is another story, which may share only to a girl, and that too, only if requested by email to me at – mlchjatterjee312@gmail.com.
A girl has nothing to hide when it comes to sharing intercourse stories, be it with her hubby or a boy friend (Of course I told Neel all about it when he came back. He grudged only in a guardianly manner – Not why you had his crock in between your legs, - which would be much too common. My hubby is madly in love with me just as much I am with him – He grudged why I allowed an Unknown Male Barber to enter his Irving into my body, and that too, to ejaculate directly into me, while I did not know anything whether he was carrying a V.D. or Even HIV or Hepatitis-B, which are sexually transmitted?) I said – If you had seen his Blonde, 9 inch crotch and his silky testicles, you would have been sure he is fresh from the Garden,
ReplyDeleteWhatever it was, then came my dream- desire of my headshave. I did not re-wear the sodden Maxi again, and sat fully naked, with a while cover-piece of stale talcum-powder stenched rober over my naked body. Front was open since he covered the front of mine. My breasts were hanging loose in his front, and I warned him not to look or touch my breasts during my head shave, because then he may hurt me with razor in the process.
I ordered him to lift my hairmass up, he did. I ordered him to cut the cascade of my raven black waterfall shearing with his pair of scissors, he did. I then ordered him to snip the scissors touching my scalp, and he again, did so. I looked like a school boy after this crew cut, though unevenly cut, and just sheared off.
Then I bent down, put my face in his groin region over the pyjamas that he wore. I cracked jokes about the grayish stains on his Pyjamas and he confess that it was his semen that he masturbated out 2 days previously, because he could not sleep with the semen remaining in his body. I thought I should do the ‘Milking of a cow’ motion with his crotch, but thought against it, because when he would be coming to me the day after, the more period he spends in celibacy, the better.
Then he sprinkled water on my head & started massaging. Oh what a massage. I may remain stone bald for the rest of my life if some such a boy of 29/30 massages my head with his coarse hand every day, with ‘Bidi’ smell & an unknown fragrance of cheap shaving-round he used for his shaving customers. He did not caress my head, rather molested my head from both sides – both the side burns & both the ears.
After some 15/16 minutes, my dear Neel came to speed things up. I had to ask Birju to stop massaging & start shaving. I had a mirror (may be 10 x 12 inches) placed in front of me. I was watching the stiletto razor run like a feather over my tender head-skin, and each time it ran, a blotch of bluish purple tinged bare head showed up, added together, and in flat 3 minutes, I forgot I ever carried the gruesome black cascade of an waterfall of raven black wavy hair. As if I was born headshaved.
Some girls say they wept during the headshave. I find it funny. Because a girl or even a married lady with a glossy shaven head, more beautiful if the bald head is dyed in MEHANDI DESIGNS, looks far more fetching & sexy & attractive than a 1000-year old style of long long hair.
A girl has nothing to hide when it comes to sharing intercourse stories, be it with her hubby or a boy friend (Of course I told Neel all about it when he came back. He grudged only in a guardianly manner – Not why you had his crock in between your legs, - which would be much too common. My hubby is madly in love with me just as much I am with him – He grudged why I allowed an Unknown Male Barber to enter his Irving into my body, and that too, to ejaculate directly into me, while I did not know anything whether he was carrying a V.D. or Even HIV or Hepatitis-B, which are sexually transmitted?) I said – If you had seen his Blonde, 9 inch crotch and his silky testicles, you would have been sure he is fresh from the Garden,
ReplyDeleteWhatever it was, then came my dream- desire of my headshave. I did not re-wear the sodden Maxi again, and sat fully naked, with a while cover-piece of stale talcum-powder stenched rober over my naked body. Front was open since he covered the front of mine. My breasts were hanging loose in his front, and I warned him not to look or touch my breasts during my head shave, because then he may hurt me with razor in the process.
I ordered him to lift my hairmass up, he did. I ordered him to cut the cascade of my raven black waterfall shearing with his pair of scissors, he did. I then ordered him to snip the scissors touching my scalp, and he again, did so. I looked like a school boy after this crew cut, though unevenly cut, and just sheared off.
Then I bent down, put my face in his groin region over the pyjamas that he wore. I cracked jokes about the grayish stains on his Pyjamas and he confess that it was his semen that he masturbated out 2 days previously, because he could not sleep with the semen remaining in his body. I thought I should do the ‘Milking of a cow’ motion with his crotch, but thought against it, because when he would be coming to me the day after, the more period he spends in celibacy, the better.
Then he sprinkled water on my head & started massaging. Oh what a massage. I may remain stone bald for the rest of my life if some such a boy of 29/30 massages my head with his coarse hand every day, with ‘Bidi’ smell & an unknown fragrance of cheap shaving-round he used for his shaving customers. He did not caress my head, rather molested my head from both sides – both the side burns & both the ears.
After some 15/16 minutes, my dear Neel came to speed things up. I had to ask Birju to stop massaging & start shaving. I had a mirror (may be 10 x 12 inches) placed in front of me. I was watching the stiletto razor run like a feather over my tender head-skin, and each time it ran, a blotch of bluish purple tinged bare head showed up, added together, and in flat 3 minutes, I forgot I ever carried the gruesome black cascade of an waterfall of raven black wavy hair. As if I was born headshaved.
Some girls say they wept during the headshave. I find it funny. Because a girl or even a married lady with a glossy shaven head, more beautiful if the bald head is dyed in MEHANDI DESIGNS, looks far more fetching & sexy & attractive than a 1000-year old style of long long hair.
Was what a dare nude experience.
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