Hot Lesbian Barbers... Maybe − August, 2000

I needed a haircut in a bad way. Around town I had noticed there were a handful of barber shops, so I asked the guys at work for recommendations.

To a man, they all recommended the same one. Well, that certainly made my decision easy.

Then, one of them confided: "All the barbers are women. And they're hot. And they're lesbians!"

So, what does that mean... in the middle of a haircut do they all start kissing and fondling each other? Somehow, I doubted it. No man's luck is that good.

Whatever. I needed a haircut. I rode my bike into town on a Saturday and took a seat in the waiting area of the barber shop. Well, they were right about one thing: all the barbers were indeed women. And they were all attractive. Ok, make that two things they were right about.

Now, I can't say one way or the other whether any of these women were lesbians, but they were all very nice. The owner even had a big, old dog that lazed around on the floor of the shop. Maybe they were just catering to the clientele, but the table in the waiting area was stacked high with car and motorcycle magazines. And Playboys. Hmmm...

It didn't matter: it was a barber shop and all the barbers were women. And they cut a mean head of hair for just a few dollars. I'm willing to bet they made a killing on tips, though.