Hair cut and Exposing 🙊
I was in desperate need of a haircut so I booked an appt for the end of last week. Last time I saw my hairdresser she disclosed that she was a lesbian. So, I wanted to have a bit of fun this time.
I wore my super tight, low waisted sweatpants that only just covers my crack when I’m standing. I wore a shorter tshirt with them.
When I walked into my appt I think I saw her give me a once over and she walked me back to her private salon room. Or that’s what I thought, as that is where we usually are. I didn’t want to show off to the entire salon, because I had to sit there for so long and it would be embarassing.
However, she explained to me that her room was having some reconstruction and I would be in the main room. So basically there is a huge long mirror on both walls and then chairs, lining each wall. These chairs have a huge cut out of the back from the seat to the upper back support. So in that moment I realized that not only would my hairdresser be getting a view, but everyone who could see me my reflection in the mirror behind me would too. There were three other females and their hair stylists behind me at that wall.
I was in full panic mode now but there was no way out. I follow my hair dresser, and sat in the seat. I felt my pants hanging on for dear life as 3 inches of crack spilled out. You can see from my profile, I’m
Not a small person, so it was ultra embarassing. I heard someone from the wall across giggle and say “look, shhhhhh” as her and her hairdresser started giggling uncontrollably (which maybe wasn’t at me but maybe it was).
My hair dresser stood behind her and I actually WATCHED her notice my exposed crack in the mirror. I don’t think it occurred to her, because she just stared for like ten full seconds. At this point, I was beyond embarrassed and had no idea what to do except suck it up for the next hour while she did my hair.
Trying to keep my pants up, I was sitting against the back of the chair. My hairdresser asked me to slide back. When I did, my pants fell low enough that I could actually keep my butt cheeks against the chair and I slide right to the open hole on the back of the chair. My hairdresser looked down, grinned and walked away. As she did, I saw her whisper to something in on of the other hair dressers ear that hadn’t noticed yet. She immediately looked over and tried to swallow her smile. My face was such a shade of red.
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I wore my super tight, low waisted sweatpants that only just covers my crack when I’m standing. I wore a shorter tshirt with them.
When I walked into my appt I think I saw her give me a once over and she walked me back to her private salon room. Or that’s what I thought, as that is where we usually are. I didn’t want to show off to the entire salon, because I had to sit there for so long and it would be embarassing.
However, she explained to me that her room was having some reconstruction and I would be in the main room. So basically there is a huge long mirror on both walls and then chairs, lining each wall. These chairs have a huge cut out of the back from the seat to the upper back support. So in that moment I realized that not only would my hairdresser be getting a view, but everyone who could see me my reflection in the mirror behind me would too. There were three other females and their hair stylists behind me at that wall.
I was in full panic mode now but there was no way out. I follow my hair dresser, and sat in the seat. I felt my pants hanging on for dear life as 3 inches of crack spilled out. You can see from my profile, I’m
Not a small person, so it was ultra embarassing. I heard someone from the wall across giggle and say “look, shhhhhh” as her and her hairdresser started giggling uncontrollably (which maybe wasn’t at me but maybe it was).
My hair dresser stood behind her and I actually WATCHED her notice my exposed crack in the mirror. I don’t think it occurred to her, because she just stared for like ten full seconds. At this point, I was beyond embarrassed and had no idea what to do except suck it up for the next hour while she did my hair.
Trying to keep my pants up, I was sitting against the back of the chair. My hairdresser asked me to slide back. When I did, my pants fell low enough that I could actually keep my butt cheeks against the chair and I slide right to the open hole on the back of the chair. My hairdresser looked down, grinned and walked away. As she did, I saw her whisper to something in on of the other hair dressers ear that hadn’t noticed yet. She immediately looked over and tried to swallow her smile. My face was such a shade of red.
Like for part two.
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