Break of A Lifetime -Part Four

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Break of a Lifetime Part 4
#1766
by Goodgulf
awatcher123Aug 22, 2015
Part 4 - Almost Ready

Once the car was returned and they back in Jane's apartment, it became a bit like a sleepover. Only Jane had never had a sleepover in such a small space, which seemed even smaller with all Trish's luggage in it. Jane found herself changing in her tiny bathroom while Trish seemed to have no problem stripping off and changing in front of Jane.
The sleepover vibe continued until Sunday. Jane now knew that it was too late to call things off but she wanted to, if for no other reason than she couldn't deal with having Trish as a houseguest for the next three weeks. Her apartment just wasn't large enough for the two of them to stay there for any real length of time.
Sunday afternoon arrived, and with it a girl named Brook. She brought all of her supplies with her, clippers, scissors, and the rest, and set up on Jane's small table. Trish had to go out to buy a newspaper, and they spread it around to catch the hair as she cut it.
"Don't worry," Brook said as she worked. "I'm a professional. I've done this countless times. I used to work at county, and I gave every girl we sent to the CCIW this same cut."
"CCIW?" Jane asked, wincing as she saw locks of Trish's hair hitting the floor.
Brook smirked at that.
"It's called the Carnacki Correctional Institute for Women, or CCIW for short," Brook explained with a knowing smile. "I don't know if you've heard about it, but this is the do they all wear there."
Trish didn't look all that bad when Brook was done, but she looked a bit younger. Then it was Jane's turn to have her hair shaped.


Of course that was only step one. Brook told them what to do, and of course Trish volunteered to go first. Trish actually giggled as she laid a towel on Jane's couch, yanked up her skirt, and exposed another thong. Jane looked away as Brook tugged down Trish's thong. Brook lathered shaving cream on Trish and cut it away with a straight razor. Trish kept giggling as Brook worked.
Then it was Jane's turn. She took her position on the couch, with her skirt up, and closed her eyes as Brook worked. She knew that Brook could see her as closely as any lover Jane had had ever had, but somehow the act of closing her eyes gave her a distance from the act. The slippery feel of the cream, the cold scrap of the knife, it was different from anything she had felt down there before.
And when it was over. The hair that had been her constant companion since she stopped being a little girl was gone. The razor left her raw and irritated. Brook advised her to apply some aloe cream. Smirking, she added "But only externally", which left Trish giggling and Jane blushing.
The next morning Jane had to apply more aloe, which she did alone in the bathroom. Then they both changed into their uniforms. Crowding around Jane's mirror, they were amazed by how alike they looked. Between the uniform and hairstyle they blended together. Jane could only wonder how much more they would resemble each other once their hair was dyed red.
Anton called as he was pulling up in front of the apartment building. Jane and Trish rushed down to meet him. Trish was laughing, but Jane was conscious of the fact that they were running around in prison uniforms. Her neighbours might not recognise the clothing, but any cop who saw them might pick them up and take them to the place for real.
They ended up spending hours in a motel room as Anton made calls. Mid afternoon he drove them to a parking lot behind the court building. Anton explained that he would have to cuff them for the next part.
When the cold metal cuffs snapped around her wrists, binding them where 'Mrs. Pink' had said they would be bound, Jane knew that she was past the point of no return. She told herself that it would be worth it, that the interview with Cassandra Ellen Foster would get her a real, adult job. That she was a mere two weeks away from having it made.
A van pulled up, and Anton directed them to it. He had a few words with the driver, and directed the girls towards them. As she took an unsteady step onto the bus, Jane was shocked when Anton landed a swat on her backside to hurry her along. When he swatted Trish as well, letting his hand linger for a long moment, Trish decided that Anton was probably not gay after all.