On Display: A Mannequin Fetish, Part 2 - Sex Stories

On Display: A Mannequin Fetish, Part 2

... but Nathan assured her she was not visible from the outside and the mall was closed. They were now stuck inside the store for the night. That very thought aroused and excited Michelle a little, though not knowing Nathan's exact intentions were of concern. He walked over to the mannequins again. "Take a good look at them," he pointed. "Look at their hair." Michelle did what he asked, and noticed that all three of them had short hair, very short bob hairstyles. It was a style that she often saw in the mall, though not as extreme as the short mid-ear length blunt styles of these mannequins. Before she could ask Nathan what his intentions were, he produced a box and quickly uncovered the lid to peak inside. Michelle eagerly looked but he shook his head, as if to not reveal its contents. He pointed to a stool beside the service counter. "Sit there," he instructed, pointing to it. "What are you going to do?" Michelle asked, now grabbing her long locks and guarding them from Nathan, covering her breasts with them. "You'll see," he said with a sly grin. "Just sit." Anticipating the worst, Michelle sat down anyway, but held her hair in the front with both hands, as if to defend her tresses from a pair of shiny shears that Nathan quickly produced. Just like the camera, he snapped them quickly, making her jump almost off the stool. Running back into the change room, he grabbed the camera once again to position it now on top of the customer service desk, facing naked Michelle. She held ...

... her hair defensively against her breasts and Nathan standing behind with the big shears. The setting on the camera was switched to video, and a light appeared, illuminating the scene. Michelle closed her eyes as Nathan slid the large open blades of the scissors around her locks, severing them ruthlessly at chin level. The firmly tugged golden locks fell limp in her hands, as they were now loose and detached from her. With no mirror in sight, Michelle could only guess that her hair was much shorter now, barely grazing her shoulders. Once freed of Nathan's scissors, she turned back to look at him. "Turn around," he demanded. "I'm not done." With that tone, she obeyed what he asked and the cutting continued. Long golden curls shimmering in the eerie glow of the camera, fell over Michelle's bare lap, breast and down her back, to the floor. More snips accompanied by the taut tugging of her hair by his firm hands sent chills and tingles throughout Michelle's body. Her eyes watered, and she bit her lip heavily, feeling even more exposed with nearly all of her long hair now cut off. Nathan stopped when the remaining hair resembled a rough, jagged bob at lip level. "There," he said, now slowly circling Michelle and moving in front of her. Sliding two fingers under her chin, he lifted her shaky head and watery glare to meet his smiling eyes in the eerie light of the video camera. "That's a lot better, isn't it?" he asked. At this point, Michelle did not respond, feeling embarrassed by ...