>As you stared at the mirror in your bathroom as you exited the shower
>Your hair was long, a tangled mess of dirty blonde hair
>Your beard and mustache growing long and patchy
>You figured a shave was in order 
>Fuck, you forgot to buy new razors
>Alright, plan b; you would walk to the nearby shopping center and hope their was a barber shop
>After quickly putting on your clothes, you quickly made your way to the local shopping center
>Walking around, you spotted the parlor
>”The Cats Meow”, Anthros do love their animals puns
>Walking in, you spotted a tabby cat with brown hair 
>If the name tag was any indication, her name was Dallas 
>”Hello there sir, is this an appointment or a walk-in?”
>”A walk-in, I didn’t realize how bod my hair looked.”
>”Don’t worry sir, just have a seat and one of our workers will be with you shortly.”
>Sitting down on one of the many plastic chairs near the entrance
>The parlor was professional, and every employee was a cat anthro
>Finally get a free seat
>Your barber for the day would be a grey cat named Simone 
>”What would you like sir?”
>”An Ivy league cut, please.”
>”You got it”
>A few minutes later, your hair was neatly trimmed and perfect
>Your beard neatly shaved and given the full treatment
>”Ok, is that everything? Or can I Interest you with one of our special services?”
>Special services? That intrigued you, what could the harm be?
>”Sure, what’s on the menu?”
>She simply removed the cape you wore and instructed you to follow her
>You were taken deeper into the salon
>at least until you were a safe distance from the entrance
>She sat you down on a chair
>Before quickly unbuckling your pants
>GoodGravyWhatAreYouDoing?.PDF 
>She lifts your shirt until it reaches just above your ribs
>With a yank of your underwear, your crotch is fully exposed
>Your pubic hair is a tangled mess you’ve been meaning to shave for some time 
>You close your eyes, hoping this is all some bad dream or hallucination
>Until you feel something wet drag across your crotch
>Your body stiffens at the sudden sensation 
>Your eyes open and look down
>Good lord, she’s licking at your pubic hair with her tongue 
>You feel the sandpaper texture drag over your pubic har
>Her face is completely deadpan
>As if this was simply another haircut 
>But you gotta admit the feeling of her tongue dragging over your matted hair felt…nice
>Wait
>No
>Don’t get hard in front of this complete stranger
>Your body betrays you 
>Your cock throbs to life
>It brushes against her cheek as she shifts to focus on a new section of your crotch
>But even with you cock in her face
>She keeps the professionalism
>She held it down with one hand as she began to focus on the small happy trail you had
>Eventually, with a few final licks, your pubic hair was straightened out and left flowing and smooth
>And you sat there with your erection still hard
>Simone simply looked at you with that same deadpan look
>”You uhh…You need help with that?”
>You look at her with a mixture of embarrassment and hesitancy
>She rolled her eyes and lowered down the black jeans she wore
>”You’re lucky this is before my lunch break, alright, let’s make this quick.”
>Standing up, you grabbed her hips and slowly inserted your cock Into her pussy
>Good God, she’s tight, her walls are velvety smooth and dripping wet
>You absentmindedly began to thrust in and out at a medium pace 
>All the while she’s disinterestedly browsing on her phone
>Your soft moans and whimpers of pleasure causing a small grin to form on her face 
>She feels good, no, scratch that, she felt fucking amazing 
>Granted, you’re only had sex once or twice as drunken flings with some college co-ed
>But good lord this felt like paradise
>But just as you were about to cum…
>She yanked your cock out of her pussy
>Just as fast she turned around, squatted down, opened her mouth
>As your cum shot out, she made sure it landed directly into her mouth
>She continued to jerk you off to wring out every last drop 
>Only stopping when your cock stopped throbbing and started to soften 
>”Thanks for the stress relief, just put your pants back on when ready.”
>She put her pants back up and headed towards the front where the register was
>After a few minutes to catch your breath, you zipped your pants back up 
>Walking up to the counter, Simone simply looked at you with a look of smug satisfaction 
>”Uh…how much do I have to pay?”
>She simply presses a button on the register 
>”This time? It’s on the house, just make sure to visit next time you need a cut.”
>Walking out the parlor, you realized something as you looked yourself at a window
>”Hot damn, she knows what hairstyle I’d like better than I do.