Conversations with hairstylists

Some of you may know that I'm a hairstylist. I have an AMAZING bunch of clients that are very comfortable in my chair...some are a little too comfortable. I've known a lot of them for about 15 years. This leads me to the client that just left my salon.

I'm not exactly sure how the conversation got there but my 60 year old client was just talking about sex toys/positions. I rent my own suite so I have my own room but there is an entire hallway of suites with other stylists and clients. It got to the point that I had to shut my door because I didn't want other people to hear her screaming the word dildo.

She kept saying "I think everyone needs a silver bullet". She must have said that 10 times. Then she kept talking about a "big black dildo" that someone got her. She talked about taking lube from the drs office she used to work at. Then she went on to talk about butt plugs and anal sex. She said "Some people really like butt sex because they can't get pregnant. Nobody is fucking me in the butt" She asked me if I knew what rimming was. I was seriously dying. I wasn't even really responding or contributing to the conversation. I just kept laughing and saying OH MY GOD. She told me about how her mom found her sex toys one time when she was still alive. I seriously have the BEST clients in the world. They make me laugh every single day. When she left she said "Well, thanks for the sex talk" hahaha.

I'm guessing there aren't many of you that are comfortable enough with your hairstylist to have those kind of conversations. I thought it was hilarious and wanted to share.

 

That's hilarious !!! I usually get my hair cut by 1 of 3 young ladies now. We usually converse back and forth for about 5 minutes and then I listen the rest of time about their relationships. They have said a few things that have made me blush - nothing extreme though - but I have no butt plug or dildo, stories to tell.

OMG. Dildo was already in my auto complete list on my phone. I don't remember putting that in there.

 

It was probably the same conversation where you added pussy. Hahahahahaha I still think that's funny shit.

 

Hahaha! I don't remember adding pussy either, haha. I guess it was in there because of pussy cat.

I was just thinking...my wife goes to one of her best friends who is a stylist. She also does fun parties. I bet they have all kinds of dildo conversations.

 

I may have one drunk night slept with the lady that cut my hair some 26 years ago

so I know a bit about her

 

I can only imagine a conversation with a hairstylist would go something like this;

"Ohh my god, like, you have so much potential you know? What about a nice tight little bun? Eeee!! Like OMG I'm soooo excited to treat your hair, it's so beautiful and special like OMG like O.M.G"

That's my personal opinion from observations of male hair dressers. Not barbers though because they're genuine blokes IMO.

 

My wife cuts my hair - cheap rates too lol

 

Don't cut your hair. Grow your hair out. Stop being a pussy!

 

couldnt agree more

 

The conversation is the best, well second best thing about get my hair cut by women - the first is having their hands run through my hair. If they put their hands on my neck, I don't hear a lot of what they say.

 

I stopped cutting mine like 4 years ago now. It's passed shoulder length but it's fuckin' shit hair. It's thin, light, dry and brittle. Still, who the fuck am I with a shame? I love it. I'm German/Polish/Dutch - Nordic looker so the long hair suits my face shape. I love it. I'm concerned sometimes I'll go bald but meh if I do I've had fun with it at least.

 

My client and I are both female. My experience with male stylists don't fit your description either. I'll give you that a good number of male stylists are gay but a lot of them aren't. It doesn't matter. They don't usually talk like how you described.

 

I had to add pussy to my phone.

Believe me guys, if your wives/gfs have a regular stylist they go to, that stylist knows more about you than you would ever imagine. It's fun being the person that hears the secrets.

 

thats yet another reason y i like dreadhead chicks lol

 

My wife cuts my hair. She's had the same stylist for years. Last time we went out with her stylist and another female friend...the three of them were running their hands up my shirt, groping me, etc. I'd say they know each other pretty well. Fun night!

On a side note....my cousin was in the bar that night and actually had an attitude about that...as if it were any of her business.

 

Must be nice getting groped. I might get an accidental boob brush on my shoulder every so often so I can't complain.

 

Yup! Had a good looking girl on each arm for much of the evening. Good times! :afro:

 

RubySoho6, you could have your own reality show. "Stylist". Every episode could focus on the conversations you have with clients. It might have to be on HBO though because of the butt plug talk.

 

My clients put their head in my boobs a lot. haha. I stand behind them and I swear they are always laughing at some stupid shit I have to say and they tilt their head back to laugh and their head goes into my boobs. I try to back up quickly but it doesn't always happen fast enough. I get motorboated at work. haha.

There are enough hairstylist tv shows out there. Very few of them actually depict what its like to work in a salon though. My show would definitely be rated R at the very least. Almost all of my clients say the word fuck at some point during their appointment. Not to or about me. Just in normal conversation. There is quite a bit of sex talk. Not quite as detailed as what it got tonight though. When women feel comfortable together anything goes.

I've been there for most of their events. Graduations, weddings, babies, divorces, illnesses, deaths, etc. My clients are like extended family for me. I couldn't live my dream without them and I'm lucky that my crew is pretty badass.

 

Years ago, I had a young woman that cut my hair & she had a low cut top on - so I got a good look at her nice small cleavage when she was standing in front of me while cutting my fringe area.