For people who don't know, Lady Janes is a barber shop for men wherein all the barbers are females. Basic haircuts there only cost $10.00. Female barbers wear tight, revealing, clothes because they know they'll get more tips. Also, because most men (including me yesterday) are stupid, they know the better they look the more services, such as a beard trim, hair shampoo, etc., they can charge.
Anyway, I don't go there often because they don't cut as well as my regular barber. But since my barber charges $20.00 a cut, not including a tip, I sometimes go to Lady Janes to get edge-ups in between regular cuts. Yesterday, I wasn't really planning on getting my haircut, but I had the day off because I had to get my yearly eye exam.
After my eye exam, my eyes were too dilated to drive, go shopping, or do anything else. So I walked to Lady Janes, which wasn't too far from my Dr.'s office, to get an edge up. A Lady Jane's barber I couldn't see that well yet, because my eyes were still dilated, sat me down and began cutting my hair.
The first thing I noticed about her was her mouth piece: I'm usually taciturn and don't talk much, but she was able to get me to converse. She told me she was from Atlanta, and missed it because Black people there are very courteous. I said that I don't know much about Atlanta other than Magic City. She said that she used to work there (my ears immediately perked up and I began listening more intently), but ended up working at another club. She said that skinny girls work at Magic city but thick girls work elsewhere.
After she said that, I forced my eyes to focus. It was then that I noticed how thick she was. She was thickty-thick: She had big titties--with her cleavage pouring out. Then she wore leggings that exposed a phat, succulent, booty.
At Lady Janes there are mirrors everywhere. There are more mirrors there than at any other barber shop I've ever been. So she caught me looking lustfully in one. Then, she asked me how I wanted my sideburns done. I told her I didn't care.
She adjusted the chair so that I was laying flat. Next, she stood over me with her cleavage inches from my face, I mean if I would have stuck my tongue out I could have licked her breasts, and began cutting my sideburns. The shit was so sexy. Right at the peak of my arousal she asked me if I wanted my beard shaved. Her titties were within my tongue's reach, I was smelling her perfume, everything was right, so of course I said yes. That was an extra $10.00
As she shaved my beard, and gave me a little, thin, douch-bag beard that extends from my sideburns to my goatee--which I never wear and cut-off as soon as I got home, she said that she moved to Columbus, Ohio, from Atlanta, to care for her mother. She said that she wants to pursue acting, not "necessarily" porn though. That shit go my dick rock hard. Then she asked me if she could use a razor to line up my goatee. Of course I said yes. That was another $8.00
I got hip to her game once she asked me if she could shampoo my hair. Once she asked me that, immediately, that immortal BBD phrase "don't trust a big butt and a smile" echoed through my mind. So I said no to the shampoo. When she finished and rang me out I ended up spending $35.00, including a tip, for an edge-up when I only planned to spend $10.00. She was bad, and sexy as fuck; but she wasn't $35.00 for a mediocre edge-up and beard trim bad.
That bitch got me. As I walked out, I started thinking about how many men she must have hustled when she was a stripper. The movie "White Man Can't Jump" came to mind, the part, in the beginning, where Woody Harrleson told Welsey Snipes that he hustled better players than him before. She did hustle me, but I know she's hustled other suckers for a lot more than she got me for. Sexy females who hustle are the worst
Anyway, I don't go there often because they don't cut as well as my regular barber. But since my barber charges $20.00 a cut, not including a tip, I sometimes go to Lady Janes to get edge-ups in between regular cuts. Yesterday, I wasn't really planning on getting my haircut, but I had the day off because I had to get my yearly eye exam.
After my eye exam, my eyes were too dilated to drive, go shopping, or do anything else. So I walked to Lady Janes, which wasn't too far from my Dr.'s office, to get an edge up. A Lady Jane's barber I couldn't see that well yet, because my eyes were still dilated, sat me down and began cutting my hair.
The first thing I noticed about her was her mouth piece: I'm usually taciturn and don't talk much, but she was able to get me to converse. She told me she was from Atlanta, and missed it because Black people there are very courteous. I said that I don't know much about Atlanta other than Magic City. She said that she used to work there (my ears immediately perked up and I began listening more intently), but ended up working at another club. She said that skinny girls work at Magic city but thick girls work elsewhere.
After she said that, I forced my eyes to focus. It was then that I noticed how thick she was. She was thickty-thick: She had big titties--with her cleavage pouring out. Then she wore leggings that exposed a phat, succulent, booty.
At Lady Janes there are mirrors everywhere. There are more mirrors there than at any other barber shop I've ever been. So she caught me looking lustfully in one. Then, she asked me how I wanted my sideburns done. I told her I didn't care.
She adjusted the chair so that I was laying flat. Next, she stood over me with her cleavage inches from my face, I mean if I would have stuck my tongue out I could have licked her breasts, and began cutting my sideburns. The shit was so sexy. Right at the peak of my arousal she asked me if I wanted my beard shaved. Her titties were within my tongue's reach, I was smelling her perfume, everything was right, so of course I said yes. That was an extra $10.00
As she shaved my beard, and gave me a little, thin, douch-bag beard that extends from my sideburns to my goatee--which I never wear and cut-off as soon as I got home, she said that she moved to Columbus, Ohio, from Atlanta, to care for her mother. She said that she wants to pursue acting, not "necessarily" porn though. That shit go my dick rock hard. Then she asked me if she could use a razor to line up my goatee. Of course I said yes. That was another $8.00
I got hip to her game once she asked me if she could shampoo my hair. Once she asked me that, immediately, that immortal BBD phrase "don't trust a big butt and a smile" echoed through my mind. So I said no to the shampoo. When she finished and rang me out I ended up spending $35.00, including a tip, for an edge-up when I only planned to spend $10.00. She was bad, and sexy as fuck; but she wasn't $35.00 for a mediocre edge-up and beard trim bad.
That bitch got me. As I walked out, I started thinking about how many men she must have hustled when she was a stripper. The movie "White Man Can't Jump" came to mind, the part, in the beginning, where Woody Harrleson told Welsey Snipes that he hustled better players than him before. She did hustle me, but I know she's hustled other suckers for a lot more than she got me for. Sexy females who hustle are the worst
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