Chapter 5

The following Tuesday, Jamie called and said she'd be a bit late for our appointment since there was a final inspection issue at her new shop. Later that evening, she knocked on the door and I walked over to let her in.

As she entered, I could tell that she was upset so I asked, "Are you okay? You look angry."

"Sorry, yes I am. I'm really pissed with that damn building inspector. That asshole has demanded that we relocate some of the electrical outlets farther away from the washbasins. That's going to cost hundreds of dollars. Seems like a new building code requirement went into effect last week and our dumb ass electrician didn't know about it. This is the last time I'll use one of Linda's boy friends for construction work. The only good thing is that the total project cost is under budget and we have the money set aside for contingencies."

This was the first time I saw Jamie upset. The woman had a temper.

"Well, come on in and have a seat. I've some Cokes in the back if you want one."

"Thanks. I would. I just can't believe how much shit you have to put up with to build a business in this town." We walked together to my office and I opened the small fridge and pulled out two cans.

"Have a seat."
Jamie sat in a visitor's chair next to my desk. I found the church key and opened the cans. I could tell she was starting to relax as she sipped the soda.

I said, "I just had a referral come in. She was so impressed that she made a follow-up appointment."

Jamie smiled and responded, "Congratulations, you're off and running. Anybody I know?"

"You know I'll never tell you that."

"You're right. I'm just curious. By the way, I also want to make another appointment."

"So Robert was pleased?"

She laughed and responded, "The man was out of his mind all week. I have to admit that I really enjoyed the new sensitivity I had to his touch and we screwed two or three times every night and at least once each morning before he went to work. We were worse than newly weds."

Now I laughed. "So you want a touch-up, do you?" She didn't miss my meaning.

"Yes I do, you dirty boy. How about we do it Thursday evening?"

"I've another client then, how about Thursday afternoon. I'll close the shop early, so around 4:00 pm would work."

"I can do that. The electrician will be at my shop anyway so I'll need to be out of his way. But let's talk about something more pleasant. I've been thinking about a business plan for you. You want to hear it?"

"Of course."

"Well, the overall plan is to transition your shop into one dedicated to women's grooming. Not hairdressing, nails or makeup ... just personal grooming. You have a talent that appeals to the secret interests and desires of a lot of women. You're quiet, considerate, professional and talented with both a razor and your hands. You never take your cock out of your pants and you don't talk out of place. Women will not see you as someone trying to get into their panties or get your kicks fondling them. That's important, as we women don't want to be victims.

"Ladies, including me, need your shaving skills and we love your attention to our bodies in the process. Just thinking about you rubbing my pussy and ass with that warm oil gets my juices flowing. And I think I'm typical."

"You are. All so far had multiple orgasms and went away very happy. The last one even gave directions."

"Exactly. Where else can a woman come to have great orgasms and feel perfectly safe and guilt free because she's being groomed at the same time for her partner who demanded that she be shaved. I'll guarantee you that 90% of your clients will come for the mind-blowing experience as much as for the shave. Their boyfriends or husbands will never know about it because their privacy is assured. This is the best of all worlds for women who love sex."

She continued, "I checked with some long-time girl friends about this trend in grooming. One of them had tried to shave her pussy. She cut herself several times and it caused razor burn all over her. So instead of having an enjoyable sexual encounter with her husband, it was really painful. I described for her just a snippet of my experience with you and she was intrigued. I think you may hear from her soon. Her name is Barb.

"So there's a market, maybe small now, but certainly growing. In a town this big and with the focus on sex like we see everyday, I think you'll be on the leading edge of a new cultural demand. The next generation of women will all sport bare pussies."

She was exactly right. Over the next few years, my business boomed. I remodeled the shop with proper tables for shaves and massages. I upgraded the lighting so I could eliminate the need for the spots. The new restroom was a work of art with a bidet as well as an elongated toilet and shower. It had large mirrors installed (one full length one on the back of the door) with makeup lighting and chairs that were like those used in dressing rooms for the stars. With Jamie's advice, I added a lot of amenities and toiletries that a lady might need in the restroom. Once my clients learned about the mirrors, they often brought a small bag of their makeup so they could do a touch up before leaving.

I also added a sound system to play the latest hits and romantic songs from Sinatra and others. I sold special soothing oils and powders for the ladies to use on their freshly shaved areas to help avoid any irritation and ingrown hairs.

Jamie assured me that the overall effect of this remodeling would create a comfortable haven for ladies and enhance their experience. She was here very often to help with the little design details that she thought would be appreciated. One of her best ideas was to always have fresh flowers in the shop and ladies' room. I received hundreds of comments about the beautiful flowers over the years.

I grew to know Jamie quite well and we became very good friends and confidants. She continued having me shave her every two or three weeks and she always had at least one orgasm.

She gradually taught me all about those erogenous zones that women have and how a woman reacts with a man's attention to them. The mentoring included many very open and honest discussions about women and how they think and react to situations. I had never realized how women often see themselves as victims and how they suffer when the men they love demean their efforts. She had committed early on that she would help me prepare for the time that special lady entered my life. She did that and more. 
Jamie even invested in the business and became a minority shareholder. She believed in me and I certainly believed in her.

Each day, I'd arrived at the shop around 7:00 am and prepared for my first appointment an hour later. Each appointment was for one hour but I allowed a second hour for any unforeseen delays. My day didn't normally end until 9:00 pm but there were usually breaks when no one was scheduled.

During my career, I groomed and induced intense orgasms in nearly a thousand different women including more than 30 ladies who appeared in Playboy and at least that many screen stars. Even today, except for the playmates and stars, I can't tell you for sure that I knew their real names. Everything was on a first-name basis and it worked. I must have shaved twenty different ladies named Jamie and I never knew which one it would be until she walked in. An upset husband or lover never accosted me so the clients evidently kept my existence to themselves. I did run into many of them while shopping or on dates. We always just smiled and walked on without talking.

I learned each woman's erogenous zones and what aroused their passion. Their average age was about 30, give or take a year. But I also had some 60 year olds who were still very sexually active and in reasonably good shape. A dozen or more clients were widows who just wanted some of the passionate attention I gave them. I saw and worked around every size and shape of body, pussy and ass that you can imagine. I could create or trim a landing strip in my sleep. 
As Jamie said, the clients I groomed thoroughly enjoyed sex and came for the attention I gave as much as for the hair removal.

Over the years, I only remember a few who didn't have orgasms as I worked. Even they went away very pleased but I never knew why they were different. It's not like I could ask them. I still wonder about that.

To my surprise, there were many who wanted me to massage their vaginas and bottoms and I was always willing to accommodate. I became a world expert on g-spots and how to start raging orgasms and squirting. The clients and I had a lot of fun together and they rewarded me with a great career and all the money I needed.

Only one time was there an accidental client overlap. A lady forgot her appointment time and showed up an hour early. It turned out not to be a big deal. The two clients knew each other and had actually talked about this shop and me many times. I learned later that there was an underground ladies group called "Mark's Angels" that many of my clients had "joined." That came from my pet name for many of the ladies who I called angels. Like Shelley said, there are no secrets in LA, at least among the ladies.

The odd thing is that I never set a price for my work. I let the clients decide how much they were comfortable paying. Some would pay $50 but others would pay $200 or more. It was all in cash.

Both Shelley and Cathy became repeat clients and were here dozens of times. Shelley was always the proper lady and more reserved than most women. But she loved the feel of my hands on her crotch and bottom and her orgasms were quiet but intense.

Cathy was always the minx, full of energy, craving full body massages and the two or three very interesting orgasms that resulted. My gosh, that gorgeous lady had exciting orgasms. She could squirt a pint and did it many times. Even after she married, Cathy returned every two or three weeks for "refreshment" as she called it.

These ladies referred many of their friends and their friends referred friends until my schedule was full. I had to plan far ahead for any time off.

You might ask, "Did it ever get boring?" I can honestly say "no." 
Every two hours a very interesting woman would come into my little world. She'd take her clothes off, as if it was perfectly normal, then spread her legs and have me shave her. Many times, the client asked me to shave their legs which I also enjoyed doing.

The clients and I got to know each other on many different levels and I admired them all. Most became dear friends who discussed literally everything in their lives with me. In fact, they probably confided in me more than in their psychiatrist, priest or doctor. I just hope I was never the cause of their psychiatric treatment! 
The clients were wonderful and I tired to make the experience all about them.

During all those years, my cock never left my pants and I never kissed a client or initiated an inappropriate touch. But I had many clients who wanted to pleasure me like I pleasured them and openly said so. I always told them how flattered I was with their offer but declined for one reason or another. They respected that. Many wanted to date me but I lied about having a girlfriend.

I admit that I rarely had a boner to the degree that I did early on. It occasionally happened, especially with the 18 or 19 year olds just getting comfortable around men. They were so cute and wide-eyed when they experienced their first earth shattering orgasm in my shop. Many of them told me it was the first one they ever had with a man. Most became regulars who shared many details of their love lives with me. I often wondered if they just needed someone to talk with about sex and men.

When the well-known movie actresses came in, they were treated just like the other ladies. No pretenses or egos are allowed in my shop while they have their legs spread at a 90-degree angle. Some trying to break into films shared with me that the casting couch interviews were still going on so I was helping them get work. I guess my cost became a business expense for them.

There were also a number of porn stars that became clients. Much to my surprise, these ladies enjoyed my handiwork as much as anyone. I'd just assumed that with all the professional sex they had on camera, that they didn't crave it off camera. I was totally wrong and learned that many of them had never had an orgasm in front of the camera. It was all acting. In the quiet of my shop, they had real, bone shaking, mind blowing orgasms and they loved it. I learned a lot about the porn business from them and may write about it later. Many of them remain friends even today.

I'll also say that Cathy and Shelley had the two most memorable bodies I ever saw. Hundreds of others were also beautiful and stylish with great personalities; but these two ladies were very special.

There were a couple of other major events that happened and I'll tell you about those now as I conclude this narrative.

In 1971, I received a call early one morning from Linda, the business partner of Jamie. She was crying hysterically but was gradually able to tell me that there had been an accident at the docks and that Jamie's husband had been killed. I was devastated and thought my heart would burst.

After staring at the wall for several minutes, I realized that I had clients coming soon. I called and, fortunately, was able to reach the two who were due in that morning. I was able to reschedule them because of a "family emergency."

As I drove to Jamie's home, I struggled to think of what to say or how to say it. She had become my best friend over the last 9 years. This was a tragedy that was just beyond words or anything I could imagine.

There were several cars in the driveway when I arrived. After knocking, I was allowed entry by a lady I didn't know. Jamie saw me and came running. She was crying so hard that her whole body was shaking. She literally threw herself into my arms and we hugged for what seemed like several minutes. We both cried.

As we slowly parted, I used my fingers to wipe the tears from her eyes. She smiled and said, "I knew you'd come as soon as you heard. Thank you."
She took my hand and we walked over to meet her father and mother, Robert's parents and several of the brothers and sisters. 
I think they were confused since no one had heard of me or knew how I fit into Robert and Jamie's life. They were relieved when Jamie told them I was an old friend and a barber. They assumed I was Robert's barber.