It was time for a haircut, but I got extended out of town for longer than expected. I was walking down the street in a very chic part of this southwestern town when I walked past a place with a catchy name that was, in essence, a “barbershop for men”. Not that it was a jock place with a sports feel, it was kind of hard to describe – it just had a masculine look to it. I also noticed that all of the barbers (and I was informed that, yes, they are barbers – quite different from being “hairstylists”) were attractive females dressed in a sharp looking white, button-down, uniform – a bit different because they also wore white stockings and white pumps with a slight heel. It was somewhere between the look of a nurse and a clinician. When I walked in, the place felt instantly comfortable and there was great jazz music playing.

A middle-aged man, rather handsome but not intimidating, very pleasantly greeted me, introduced himself by name (“Charles”), and welcomed me to the place. We shook hands and I looked around the place, noticing that there were ten chairs, six of which had clients. Every barber looked great and was very engaged in conversation with her client. Every client seemed to be very comfortable.

“So, how can we make your day better today?” Charles asked.

I thought that was an interesting question given that I was in a barber shop. I looked around for something that would let me know the prices, but I didn’t see anything. I liked the look and feel of the place, so I just asked, “I’d like to get a haircut, is anybody available?”

Charles looked back at the 6 occupied chairs and then he pointed to the 4th chair on the left. “Nikki – it looks like she’s finishing up in just a moment. Please, have a seat,” Charles said, as he directed me to one of the very comfortable leather arm chairs. I sat down and he walked away but returned a short while later with a filled glass in one hand and a card in the other hand.

“We’d like for you to enjoy some Pom juice while you wait,” he said as he handed me a glass with the dark purple liquid. I thanked him and took a sip – very tasty but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. I later found out that it was pomegranate juice. Then he handed me the card which was a list of the services they provide. It had a unique look to it, prepared stylishly with a firm backing. Quickly looking at it, I noticed that this was not a place for the budget conscious; then again, I already felt great in this place so I felt as though I should stay and see what it was all about.

Charles helped me out. “For you, I’d recommend the Razor Cut, with a Shampoo and a Shoulder Vibration - $50, but altogether for first-time visitors, $35. What do you think?” he asked.

“Sure,” I answered. I was a bit taken by surprise, but what he suggested sounded good and made sense.

“Okay. The way we do this here is you provide us with a debit or credit card number and your e-mail address; we charge that account and send you an e-mail receipt after your visit. If you were fully satisfied and you agree, you acknowledge the e-mail; if not, you check a box and we contact you to work it out. There’s never a need for any cash here,” and he smiled and chuckled a little bit when he said that. So, I gave him my credit card number and e-mail address and, by that time, Nikki had finished up and her client was walking out the door.

Nikki walked to the front of the shop where Charles and I were standing. Charles introduced me to Nikki and she led me back to her chair. She was stunning, very professional. I guess maybe she was in her early thirties, tanned and pleasant with a big smile, well spoken and she fit in her uniform well. We walked past her chair and through a door into a small room with a set of ten lockers. Nikki approached locker # 4, opened it, and pulled out a hanger. Handing me the hanger she said, “We don’t like to mess up your shirt, so take it off and put it back in the locker. In there, you’ll see a drape to put on. Come back out when you’re ready.”

Nikki left the room, closing the door behind her. This was very different, but I was liking it. I took off my shirt and hung it on the hanger, then hung it in the locker. I saw the drape folded on the shelf of the locker. It was maroon in color and like a long sheet with a hole in it to be slipped over the head. I put it over my head and it was long enough to reach my knees. One thing was for sure – I wasn’t going to get any hair on my clothes! I left the changing room and headed back to Nikki’s chair.

I sat in the chair and Nikki ran her hands through my hair and over my face as we made small talk. I was wondering how she knew what I paid for and then I saw her look at an iPad and tap the screen. I guess they have an electronic system and Charles sent her the orders. Pretty cool. She reached into a cabinet and pulled out something that looked a bit like football shoulder pads. She fitted it on my shoulders and it had some weight to it.

“This is the shoulder massager. I’m going to turn it on and change the level of intensity until you tell me what feels best,” she said.

I felt it start to buzz and vibrate and the speed and intensity changed as she worked a box in her hand. It was an ok feeling at first and it got better and then it was a bit much so I told her to back off, and we found a level that was just right. It felt good sitting there with a bit of pressure on my shoulders and the buzzing and vibrating sensation.

“Okay – now enjoy that while I lean the chair back and shampoo your hair,” she said. She leaned the chair back and my head was now cradled over the sink. I looked up and straight into her eyes and her beautiful smile.

“I want you to close your eyes and relax,” she told me.

While I really wanted to keep looking at her, I couldn’t fake closing my eyes. It really did feel good as she used the warm water on my hair and ran her fingers through it. All the while, the shoulder massager was doing its thing. When she put the shampoo in my hair, she used her fingers to scratch my scalp and wash my hair, and then she rinsed it with the warm water and a soft touch, followed by her fingers to apply a conditioner, and then the soft touch for the final rinse. She sat the chair up and used several towels to dry my hair.

“You can open your eyes now,” she told me. As I opened my eyes, Nikki was using a blow dryer to dry my hair. It felt so good to feel the warm air on my scalp, her fingers running through it, and the shoulder massager kept on going. I was so relaxed. She took the razor and started to run it through my hair (“a 5 on top and a 4 on the sides” she told me). I enjoyed watching her work in the mirror and she also looked good in her uniform as it tightened in various areas when she moved. She had nice breasts and firm buttocks for sure. When she was finished with the electric razor, she took some warmed shaving cream from a machine and put it on the back of my neck, using a straight razor to trim the hair there. She used a warm washcloth and wiped off the shaving cream.

“Close your eyes for a bit,” she told me. I did, and she was using a comb and scissors to trim up my eyebrows. Then, I heard a vacuum sound and she was using it behind me, over the shoulder massager, and along the front of the drape. I felt the shoulder massager stop and she took it from my shoulders. But, I also heard the sound of something else buzzing and I felt her hands on my shoulders – one hand was vibrating and the other hand was not. She rubbed both hands on my shoulders, across my back, along my neck, and down my arms – one hand providing the vibration and the other hand simply kneading the area. After a few minutes, she stopped and I opened my eyes. I saw her taking a device off of her hand (I suppose that was what was buzzing and causing the vibration on her hand). She had always been behind me and I could watch her in the mirror. Now, she approached me from the front and she bent over, looking me in the eyes, and placing her hands on my shoulders. Of course, this gave me a great view of the tightened uniform across her ass.

As she massaged my shoulders, she spoke more softly, and occasionally her hands would run down my arms and across my chest upwards back to my shoulders.

“Are you completely satisfied?” she asked.

“Yes, very much so,” I replied. Unfortunately, that was also the answer that led to the completion of the “haircut”.

She straightened up and took me by the hand, leading me out of the chair and back to the changing room. She closed the door behind her.

“You may remove the drape and leave it in the locker. The bathroom is over there (pointing to a door to her right) where you may freshen up. If there’s anything you need, just turn on this switch (showing me a switch on the wall) and I will come back. Otherwise, you may put your shirt back on and I’ll see you on your way out,” she told me. Then she left the changing room.

I went into the bathroom and it was large and very nice. There was a shower, towels, soaps and shampoo – of course, a toilet and a nice sink. On the wall over the sink was a shelf, and on the shelf were four boxes of “CVS Disposable Enema”. I wondered why they were there. Hmmm. On the wall over the toilet, the “MANLY SERVICES” menu was also posted. I read it over again and noticed how they provided a wide range of services. I wondered what “Bottom Cut” meant and I thought to myself, “Why not ask?” So, I relieved my bladder at the toilet while studying that menu, and then I used a washcloth to wash off my face. Did Nikki really mean to throw the switch if there was anything I needed? What could I need? – but, I was curious about the menu.

I stepped back into the changing room, hesitated for a moment, and then I threw the switch. It wasn’t too long before Nikki came back, very pleasant, and asking me what I wanted. I told her that I wondered if I should get any more services while I was there, and I inquired specifically about what a “bottom cut” was.

She giggled a little bit before replying. “Oh, that’s a cut at the bottom,” she said while looking and pointing towards my lower area. “Some guys like their pubic hair to be trimmed or shaved completely, and some guys like the area around their anus to be shaved.”

That was a novel idea, not that I hadn’t thought about it but that the “service” was available.

“Do you want to try it?” Nikki asked.

I stammered. “Ummm, well . . .”

“How about we just do a little trim and you can see?” she asked.

“Do you do it?” I asked.

“Of course – unless you want somebody else,” she answered.

“Oh, no. I was just curious. Uh . . . okay, let’s give that trim a try,” I said.

“Okay – put the rest of your clothes in the locker and then I want you to go back into the bathroom and shower, wash your lower area very well, and when you have dried off, put the drape back on,” she instructed me. “I will be back shortly.” Nikki left the changing room.

I didn’t quite know what I had gotten myself into but I took off my shoes and socks, and my pants, and put them into the locker. I went into the bathroom and took off the drape and there I stood in my underwear. I took them off and got into the shower. It was a good shower, lots of water pressure and no shortage of hot water. I took a nice, relaxing shower and then I remember what Nikki had said: “…wash your lower area very well…” I took the soap and lathered up below my waist, washing my genitals and even stroking my penis with my soapy hand. She mentioned something about trimming around the anus, so I spread my buttocks and washed between them, even slipping a soapy finger into my anus to make sure it was clean (and it felt good, too). This made my penis start to become erect and I stroked myself while fingering my anus. I was developing a full erection but this was headed in a direction where, if nothing else, I didn’t have time to devote to it. I stopped stroking my penis and I removed the finger from my anus. I rinsed off and got out of the shower. I dried myself and put on my underpants but I noticed that the drape was a different color, now dark blue. While I was showering, somebody came in and replaced the maroon drape with a fresh blue drape. Whoever it was didn’t take long and I sure hope they didn’t see me pleasuring myself! I lowered the drape over my head.

Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on the door and it was Nikki asking if I was ready and if she could come in.

When I said, “yes”, the door opened and she came in.

“I am wondering when this drape got changed out?” I asked.

“Oh, while you were in the shower, one of our attendants came in to give you a fresh drape. You don’t want one with all that hair after you’ve just showered,” she said.

“But, but . . . isn’t that sort of invading somebody’s privacy?” I asked.

“They knock on the door. If you don’t answer, they open it slightly to see if you are in the shower. If so, they come in – takes about 5 seconds,” she said.

I was worried about what they might have seen!

“Well, you’re still in the shower,” I said.

“Do you think anybody can see through the frosted glass?” she asked, pointing to the shower door.

Now, I really felt like an idiot!

“C’mon – stop asking all those questions and enjoy yourself,” she told me, and she led me by the hand through another door in the bathroom.

The room was very warm and dimly lit, with a sheet-covered padded table in the center of the room. There was a cabinet against the wall, two arm chairs, and a clothes rack. The music that was playing throughout the shop was also playing in this room. A floor lamp with a gooseneck extension was next to the padded table.

“I want you to lie down on the table, on your back, while I get ready,” Nikki told me.

I went over to the table and lay down – stretched out on my back. The drape covered me, extending to my knees. I wondered how Nikki was going to accomplish the “service” and I saw her at the cabinet. There was a small table next to the cabinet and she moved it next to the padded table on which I was lying. She turned on the freestanding lamp, directing it away from my eyes to the lower half of my body. She went to the cabinet and returned carrying a few things that she set on the table: two latex [exam] gloves, a comb, small electric razor, a disposable razor, a small can of shaving cream.

She approached me at the side of the table. She had the exam gloves in her hands and she was putting them on. “I want you to raise your hips so that I can pull this drape above your waist,” she told me.

I put my feet on the table and pushed, raising my hips, and Nikki took the edge of the drape and pulled it up above my waist.

“What? Underwear? How am I supposed to trim your pubic hair if you still have your underwear on?” Nikki asked.

The thought really hadn’t crossed my mind. “Habit, I guess,” was my reply. “Should I take them off?” I asked.

“You missed your chance,” and Nikki stepped forward and put her fingers in the waistband of my underwear, lowering them past my genitals, down and off my legs. “Some guys get off having a female remove their underwear – are you one of those guys?” she asked.

“I hadn’t really given it much thought,” I answered.

Now, I lay there in front of her, the drape above my waist and my genitals fully exposed. Nikki wasn’t fazed, going about matters business-as-usual. She put her fingers in my pubic hair, moving my penis from side to side and cupping my testicles. “You have a pretty good bush here. How much do you want trimmed?” she asked.

“What’s the right answer?” I asked.

“Some guys want a light trim so there’s more hair than not, and some guys like a heavy trim so that there’s just a little hair,” she answered.

“Well, I like some hair, but if I am getting a trim, I might as well get a lot trimmed,” I told her, not having an idea of what I had just said.

Nikki took the comb and started running it through my pubic hair, combing upward. Then, she put her left hand over my penis, holding it down and away from the bush of hair. She had the razor in her right hand, turning it on, and working through the pubic hair left to right. She used her left hand to move my penis to the left and she ran the razor along the left side, then she moved my penis to the right and ran the razor along the right side. Under her hand, I felt my penis becoming erect. When she had finished with the razor, she took her hand from my penis and she turned off the razor and set it on the table. My penis rose and fell backwards against my body in an erect state.

“Spread your legs and raise your knees for me,” Nikki said.

I did as she asked, realizing that I was very exposed. Nikki again took the razor and used it to the side of my testicles; then tightening the sac, she shaved my testicles. She cupped the sac in her hand and raised it, exposing the perineum ( /pɛrəˈniːəm/ ; Late Latin, from Greek περίνεος – perineos ) and shaving it. The vibration of the razor really felt good in that area and I felt my penis quiver and get harder. Nikki used her hand to keep my penis against my body, exposing the underside, and using the razor to trim there – what a feeling that was! Now, Nikki was through with the shaving – at least with the electric razor. She took my penis in her hand and held it upright, while using her other hand to brush the trimmed hair away from my body, and then she let go of my penis. I didn’t say anything about getting an erection, nor did she, and I thought it was better to leave it that way.

“Your pubic hair is very nicely trimmed. I really think it should be finished off with an anal shaving,” Nikki told me.

I didn’t quite know what she was talking about, except that taking her recommendation was probably a good idea. “Sure – why not?” is how I responded.

“Lie there for a minute and I will be right back,” Nikki told me. She headed out into the bathroom and I heard water running. When she returned, she had a basin of water and several towels draped across her arm. She set the basin and the towels on the table to the side of where I was lying – legs spread, knees raised, still exposed, with an erection just about as hard as it was when it was in her hand.

“It’s best if you roll over and get on your hands and knees – butt in the air,” Nikki said to me. “That way, I can get in between your buttocks and all the way to your testicles.”

I rolled over and then got my butt in the air. Nikki went to the cabinet and got a pillow, telling me to lower my shoulders and rest my head on the pillow. I did that and it had the effect of raising my butt even more.

“Spread your legs for me so I can get in there,” she said, as she took her hands and put pressure against the inside of my thighs.

The next thing I felt was a warm towel between my buttocks and down to my testicles. Nikki was holding it firmly in place. She left it in place, probably for a couple of minutes, until the temperature cooled. She replaced it with another towel, and left it in place for about half as long, and then she pressed between my buttocks and moved it lower to my testicles before removing it. She took the can of shaving cream and squirted some in her hand and then applied it to my buttocks; taking some more, she ran her fingers between my buttocks down to my testicles.

I saw her take the razor and put it in the water in the basin. Then, I felt her applying the razor to my left buttock, stroking downward across its width, and then she rinsed the razor in the basin. She repeated the process on my right buttock. She used one hand to separate my buttocks, working from top to bottom, shaving the left side – then rinsing the razor – and shaving the right side. She then shaved the perineum. She took another warm and wet towel to wipe the shaving cream from the surface of my buttocks and between them and down to the perineum. She also wiped my scrotum and my penis. I thought that she was finished but she separated my buttocks to expose my anus.

“One more time, when I can see exactly what I am doing, just to make sure,” she said. She took the razor and shaved the area between my buttocks around my anus. She took the wet towel – now a bit cooler – and wiped between my buttocks, top to bottom – and then, I felt pressure against my anus as she had wrapped the towel around her finger and was moving it around. That felt really good! I felt it in my penis as it responded and, I couldn’t help myself, my anus clenched against her finger and I moved towards her.

“Yes, a lot of guys respond this way,” she said, and then she removed her finger from between my buttocks. She pulled the drape – that had fallen to my chest – back down over my hips to cover my buttocks. “Lie there and rest a minute while I get things cleaned up,” she told me. I watched her move about the room, taking the basin, towels, and disposable razor with her to the bathroom. When she came back, she returned the electric razor to the cabinet. She took off the exam gloves and dropped them in the trash can.

I was enjoying lying on the table, having just been shaven, and watching Nikki move about the room. She came back to my side, standing a bit in front of me, and started lightly rubbing my shoulders. “So, now you have had the Top Cut and the Bottom Cut. Do you continue to be satisfied?” she asked.

“Oh, yes – very much so,” I replied. However, I remembered looking at the menu and a question popped out of my mouth. “Did I see something about a Bottom Plus under the Bottom Cut?”

“Yes, that is an additional service that is offered to select clients; that’s why it says to inquire,” Nikki answered. “Are you inquiring?” she asked.

“Well, let’s say I am curious because I don’t know what it means,” was my reply.

“It is a very personal service that involves stimulation of the prostate gland,” Nikki told me.

I know where the prostate gland is located, and I have had the “intimate examination” during my annual physical, but I wasn’t sure what Nikki meant. “Kind of a difficult question, but how is the prostate gland stimulated?” I asked.

“There are two ways to simulate it and two possibilities for stimulation. The prostate may be stimulated externally or internally by either manual stimulation or mechanical stimulation,” she replied.

I wasn’t sure whether her answer provided more clarification or confusion. I inquired further, “Is it a service that that I should get?” I asked.

“I can’t answer that for you since it is a very personal service and a personal decision,” she said. “There are some guys who absolutely love it and there are other guys who you couldn’t pay to have it done,” she said.

“How can that be? Is it uncomfortable? Does it hurt? Why would one even consider it?” I said with rapid-fire questioning. I recalled the times when my doctor “examined my prostate” – it certainly didn’t hurt and it wasn’t unpleasant, maybe just a bit awkward.

Nikki moved out of sight, behind me, and ran her hand over my back until it was resting on the center of my buttocks – she rubbed in a broad circle. “You seemed not to be hesitant when I was working back here,” she said.

“No, it was fine – felt nice,” I replied.

Nikki then applied some pressure and worked her fingers between my buttocks. “And, you responded positively when I made contact with your anus,” she said.

“Well, yeah, that felt good, too!” I said, and I was being very honest. “Is that like the Bottom Cut Plus?”, I asked.

“Let’s just say it is headed in that direction,” Nikki replied.

“Are you involved with it?” I asked.

“Yes, if that’s how you’d want to experience it,” she said. Meanwhile, she continued to knead my buttocks with her fingers dug between them. I could feel a bit of pressure indirectly against my anus.

“I don’t understand. Is there any other way?” I asked.

“You can have Charles or any of the other barbers who are trained in the service provide it,” she answered. “I would like it if you would prefer me.”

“OK, yes, I would prefer you, but what does that mean?” I asked.

“It means that you have requested me to provide you with the Bottom Cut Plus service. Is that correct?”

“Yes, that is correct,” I answered, although I wasn’t 100% certain what I had requested.

Nikki stopped kneading my buttocks and ran her hands down the back of my legs, one hand on each leg. She headed toward the door while telling me, “Relax here while I tell Charles of your decision.” As she headed out the door, she dimmed the lights so that the only light in the room was the floor lamp – the gooseneck extension lighting my midsection. I lay there wondering what was going to happen next with the talk of “prostate” and “enjoyed the feeling”, etc. But, my experience had been pleasant so far, so the chances were good that it would continue.