The next thing Em heard was a popping noise beside her and slowly peered to her left, she saw Louis with a pair of black hair clippers in his hand with the name Yves St Laurent inscribed in gold, he pulled from a pouch Jacqui had taken from a drawer, two black comb like attachments of different sizes the larger one he attached to the clippers and left the smaller one on the counter."Zees is number Der or two and zat zere on ze bench ees number Er or one for after zees , to take care of ze curls,"he explained to a captivated Em."You see, Cherrie, curls are for little gells, but you are now a beautiful ‘ooman, we need to reveal ze new you." A soft knock on the door again was answered by Jacqui as a message was relayed through to Louis in French."Wonderful , he will be impressed", he said, putting his left arm up in the air like a wave, before placing it on Em’s head and pushing it forward onto her chest and driving the clippers up the back of her head from the base of the nape right up to the occipital bone, she felt a sensuous vibration, this was a feeling like no other she had experienced in her life, almost in fact orgasmic, As Louis continued she felt an unrealistic warmth in her loins, whatever he was doing she didn’t want it to end too soon.
Louis continued, with the humming clippers to the left side where he began from above her cheeks, next to her left ear and pushed on up to about two and a half fingers above her ear, around her ear and towards the back .On the other side, he again sectioned the hair from the same level as the left (two and a half fingers width above the ear) and wound it up into a small chignon and clipped it up on Em’s head, then proceeded to drive the clippers up the right side to the section line So much hair was falling into Em’s lap and onto the floor, but by now she just didn’t care.
