By this time RJ has taken the clippers from Julian.  RJ runs his hand up the back of my neck and tilts my head down.  I hear the clippers buzz on and the blades making contact just behind my right ear.  I feel the clippers moving up the side almost to the crown.  And then another pass just in front of the first.

“Did you change the blade?” I ask.

“No, there really isn’t anything else to do but do the sides short like the back,” RJ responds.

“Do you have to go so high up the sides?” I ask again.

“Yes, the #1 goes all the way up the back.  There’s isn’t much choice but to do the sides the same,” RJ answers. 

“I thought you were going to try to leave it as long as you can,” I complain.

“I’ll leave the top a little longer, but your going to just have to live with the back and sides short,” RJ says.  I detect a note of irritation in his voice.

“Well, how long are you going to leave the top?” I ask.

“Look, relax,” says RJ.

I feel the clippers buzzing around my right ear and on my temples.

“Let me see,” I say, starting to stand up from the chair to look in the mirror.

“You’re really annoying me,” says RJ.  “Do you want this haircut or not?”

I look in the mirror and see that the right side is nearly white up to the crown.

“Why are you making it so short!” I demand.  “It was bad enough that Julian screwed up the back but you’re just making it worse.”

Julian interrupts, “I didn’t screw up.  RJ told me do it that way.  That’s what we agreed before your haircut.  We just pretend that it was mistake to make sure that you have to get a haircut really short.  You don’t chicken out.”

“Yeah, so sit down and let me finish.  You know you want this,” adds RJ.

“I don’t know,” I say, starting to move away.

“You do this every time.  Before the haircut you say you want it short.  Then once I start giving you the haircut you don’t want me to do it,” RJ says with frustration.  “This time you’re outvoted so sit down.”

“No, just trim the rest,” I urge them.

“No,” says Julian.  “I think it will look good and there’s not chicken out for you.”  Julian stands in front of me and nudges me backwards.  I loose my balance temporarily and fall into the chair.  Then RJ stands right in front of me so I can’t stand up and Julian steps behind me.  I feel his hand around my waist with my arms pinned down beside me. 

I fidget a bit but can’t really move.  I feel helpless.  But I also become aware for the first time that I have an erection and as I sit there realizing the situation I only become more aroused.

“Are you going to behave?” taunts RJ.  “Because if you don’t behave you’ll get a haircut that isn’t going to look good.” 

RJ moves over to the counter while Julian continues to hold me in place.  He picks up another blade and switches it out with the one in the clippers.  “I wouldn’t move if I were you,” he instructs.

He lifts my head up from the chin and clicks on the clippers.  He runs then from the front to the back right down the middle.  Then takes another pass to the left of the first.  And then another.

RJ clicks off the clippers.  “In case you were wondering, this is a 1.5,” RJ says, holding the hand mirror up so I can see.  “I was going to leave it #2 on top, but now its 1.5 and if you don’t calm down its going to be #1 all over soon or less.”

 The top of my head looks almost white with just some dark stubble covering it.  My heart sinks, but I know it is too late and that I have no choice but to let them finish the haircut.

“Let me do some,” says Julian.

RJ hand him the clippers and Julian releases his hold on me.

Julian steadies my head with his hand and clicks on the clippers.  As he stands behind me he runs the clippers from front to back around the rest of the top.  All that’s left is the left side of my head.  Even though I can’t see clearly in the mirror hanging on the wall, I can see a patch of darkness whereas the rest of my head is mostly white.

Julian hands the clippers back to RJ.  RJ walks back to the counter and switches blades.  He steps to my left side, tilts my head down, clicks on the clippers, and puts them to the back of my neck just behind the ear.  I feel him run the clippers up my head to the top.  He works his way from back to front, around the ear, up the temples.  Then the clippers click off and it gets quiet.  RJ walks back to the counter and I watch as he changes blades again.

“What are you doing now,” I ask nervously.

“I’m going to smooth it out a bit,” says RJ.

RJ clicks on the clippers.  The clippers hmm as he presses them against my neck.  I feel him run them up the back of my neck and around the sides.

“How short are you making it?” I demand.

“I’m doing 0 down low on the sides.  I’ll leave the top 1.5 but I’m fading out the sides and back to a 0,” RJ informs me.