Drissa's Barbershop - World Of Warcraft (Commission)

Hello every one, here's a new commissioned story I've had the honour and opportunity to write over the course of this week. This one is inspired by and inhabits in the Universe of World Of Warcraft. I hope you'll enjoy it. Thank you. 

Drissa’s Barbershop

A Hentai Short Story

Written By

Camille Juteau

Based On ‘World of Warcraft’ Created By

Blizzard

Prologue

The idea of making a living in the regal city of Silvermoon, home of the blood elves was admirable and commanded respect. However, not everyone could be blessed by having such success in a city in which the different businesses and markets were so competitive with each other. Everyone was fighting among each other to acquire more customers and to get the best spots in Silvermoon to make their businesses thrive. It was well-known around here that it was exactly how it worked for the most part. A beautiful city such as Silvermoon, where it always looked like the glorious and calmed Autumn Season definitely attracted a lot of tourists and therefore, also made a good amount of those tourists wanting to stay permanently. It often happened.

This was actually exactly the same thing that had happened to one of the bravest business-owners working today in the city.

Her name was Drissa.

She was known as one of the most talented hairstylists and barbers of all the city of Silvermoon. Even though she was a blood elf as well, she had originally come from a smaller village outside the city, she lived there for years before visiting Silvermoon as a passing tourist, but decided to stay, enjoying life here, falling in love with the beautiful, Fall-looking scenery, and getting interested in the nice folks that welcomed her with open arms. All that and the fact that she saw a real opportunity in installing herself here and get her little barbershop enterprise getting off the grounds. Drissa’s late mother originally thought her how to cut hair and to get an overall, artistic sense of styling. Her mom was responsible for much, much more than just only that. She was also the one who gave Drissa her sense of absolute self-confidence. She had her to thank her for all of that.              

It was now nearly sun fall on the last of the week, the only day of the week during which Drissa usually took a break. However, she had so much work to do, so many heads to take care of that she sadly couldn’t take a day off this week. It was simply impossible. So far, she had cut the hair of twelve different persons over the course of the day, and she was still working, finishing her final customer for the week before closing up shop, running to bed, sleeping for a few hours and then getting up and starting all over again tomorrow morning. As it was always the case. Drissa wasn’t tired of the work nor the routine. She was simply a little too overwhelmed and constantly overworked, she always had to stretch like crazy in order to be able to take care of all the customers she had on her daily lists. It was a real challenge for her. Without forgetting to mention the fact that although she could find a decent amount (at times even too decent) of customers in Silvermoon, the city also taxed her quite a bit, so she could keep her perfectly-located shop on the corner of the street she was on. It was a big price to pay to be occupying one of the most sought-after little areas on that street. 

Her final customer of the day was a gorgeous, but tall and heavily muscular lady orc. Being a savage and busy orc, she obviously didn’t have a lot of time for herself to take care of her black mane of hair. Her hair was all dirty and disgusting. She clearly needed help and this at least encouraged Drissa to do better for her last job of the evening. 

Compared to Drissa the blood elf, the barber had lovely ultra-short, tomboyish, blonde hair with two cute, little pigtails that made for a bountiful combo with her golden eyes and her glowing brown skin. Complimenting everything, she also had a gold septum nose ring which perfectly went her confident attitude and badass barber look. Drissa had a thick body, while totally not anywhere as thick as the orc customer in front of her in the chair, the blood elf was incredibly buxom, especially for a woman of her race. She had huge double J cups. A sizeable ass. And thick legs. The kind of woman nearly almost any men in Silvermoon City would be ecstatic to have their hair cut by. Although, Drissa usually preferred working with women for many, various reasons. 

“I really hope it’s not too much of a bother for me to hold you like this so late,” the orc woman on the chair told her as she was in the middle of doing some miracle with her abused, messed up mane.  

“Oh no, it’s all fine, why are you saying that?” Drissa was surprised, nearly shocked by how polite the orc was being with her. She expected her to give her tough time but no. 

“It’s because I’ve heard that you usually don’t work on the last day of the week.”

“Yeah. I have to be honest with you, I usually don’t, but I had to this week. So, don’t you worry about anything,” Drissa responded with a large and comforting smile. 

“Still, I hope you get the time off you need to recharge your batteries. Sometimes,” how cute was that the orc woman who honestly looked like a fierce warrior who the barber had never met in her entire life before today was thinking about her, telling her to take some time off and to think about herself some more. She simply couldn’t believe what she heard. This was a decent sendoff for her long day of work. It was pretty rare to end up on a good customer when finishing a shift. Even less so a great one. 

“Thank you. I wish I had more customers like you,” Drissa said, bursting out laughing of joy in the middle of her sentence. 

“Ah! It sucks that I’m only passing through town. Otherwise, you would have gained a new, permanent head to take care of. That’s for sure.”

“What did you say your name was again?” Drissa had honestly forgotten about the name of this new customer. No one could blame her, she had so many heads to work on in a day that she often forgot names. 

“Grizora. Nice to meet you, miss.”

“Nice to meet you, too Grizora. I’m Drissa.”

“I know. Your name is on the sign outside,” the orc said, smiling and blushing.

“Oh, right. I forgot,” when  Drissa was done cutting and arranging her hair that evening, Grizora was now looking more marvellous that she ever did. Her hair was now pretty and clean. It no longer looked dried and falling apart as it did earlier when she first came into the shop. With her approval, Drissa was able to use a lot of liberties, and to come up with something original and fresh you wouldn’t naturally and ordinarily see on an orc woman. Drissa cut her hair in a way that completely made her organic black colour burst with vibrant energy. Drissa had chosen to do a cute emo-type of hair cut on her. Not exactly doing a mohawk as you would see that on every orc women out there. But instead, she re-arranged her hair so most of the top of head would be covered, however, also letting one singular falling bang on the right side of the face, dangerously sliding down the side of her eye, causing Grizora to look tremendously sexy right now. “So, do you like it?” she showed her own reflection in a small mirror.

“Like it? I fucking love it, mate.”

“I’m happy you think so,” then, before she would leave her barbershop, the orc made transaction with her, paid her, gave her a little extra for doing such a good job with her hair, a decent tip. And then, just before she finally left the place, the sexy orc took this opportunity to casually slapped her loveable blood elf ass on her way out the door as she was busy cleaning up the place, cleaning up all the loose hair all over the floor of the shop. Unprepared for this, Drissa jumped, wondering what had happened at first, and then blushed.

“Here’s a little something for yah. Thank you again.”

“Thanks, Grizora. Hope to see you again if ever come back to Silvermoon,” she was still shaken by how rough, strongly, and sloppily her ass had just been slapped. Not that she minded about it. She quite enjoyed it to be honest. 

“One more thing, barber.”

“Yeah?”

“I think you might have one more customer tonight you probably forgot about,” the orc told her as she pushed the door to come out of the shop. Currently, Drissa was back to the door, so she couldn’t see what she meant and if someone else had entered the shop in the last, few minutes. And instead of immediately turning around to see by herself, Drissa went to fetch for her daily list of customers for the day off her desk and didn’t see anyone after Grizora, confirming that she was done for the day. And then, no matter how much she looked for another list she could have forgotten about somehow on her desk, she never found any other list. She didn’t found any other note that she had left herself over the course of the week when reservations were made ahead of time.

“No. I’m pretty sure I am done for the day,” she confirmed to the orc.

“Are you really, really sure? I think you have an exciting and delicious-looking piece of meat waiting for you back here,” orc’s sense of humour. Legendary always crude and rough on the edges. Grizora opened the door and finally left the place for good. Not understanding anything that she just said, Drissa finished cleaning all the hair from the floor and finally turned around to the entrance of the shop‒and to her surprise‒one of the most beautiful women that were part of her customer-base showed up when the party ended. Her name was Nesariah. Another blood elf just like her. However, she wasn’t a common citizen. She was rather a noble blood elf. If Drissa was a diamond in the rough in terms of beauty, Nesariah was the prettiest of all the gems you could find in the darkest and most dangerous all the caverns there was. Although she was from a noble line of blood elves, she managed to pull off a typical bimbo appearance which was how she overtime obtained her nickname of ‘hot sauce’ from the citizens of Silvermoon. She had piercing yellow eyes. Incredibly long platinum blonde hair that reached ridiculously far after her big butt. Her face had a signature look with her slightly bigger and thicker lips. Plumper than what was considered the regular size for blood elves lips. She had thick thighs. And larger breasts that Drissa had. However, while Drissa had all-natural tits, Nesariah had fake boobs. Not something the barber minded at all. Finally, Nesariah also had sexy-looking, bronze big-hoop ear-rings that constantly made tingling noises whenever she moved.

It was a miracle that those tingling ear-rings didn’t generate a cacophony of noises when she first entered the shop, alerting Drissa of her presence. Although that Grizora was pretty loud whenever she talked or walked around. Perhaps the tingling noises were only buried by other noises. It wasn’t exactly out of the realm of possibilities. 

“Mind if I come for one last appointment this evening? Nesariah asked with a shy smile as she stood on the edge of the entrance of the barbershop. Almost as if she was asking her permission to fully come inside. In general, despite her bimbo-appearance, Nesariah was a much more shy person than Drissa was. The fingers of her hands were intertwined with each other which helped her look like a noble person at the same time as looking incredibly hot.   

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Sorry for coming here unannounced. I’m well aware that you are only working  on appointments.”

“That part is true. Without mentioning the fact that it’s late, and I was about to close the shop. Sorry. Would you like to schedule an appointment for next week?” she was kind enough to offer her.                          

“I don’t think I’ll be able to wait for next week.”

“Why?” 

“Look at me,” Nesariah placed her right hand in her lovely, beautiful, well-washed, but simply much too long. “I really need your help, barber. This is all unexpected. It feels as if they have grown overnight or something,” it felt as if she was on the brink of crying on her doorstep. Through Drissa’s hair, seeing a sexy customer with such, long hair and hearing her, begging her to help her triggered something deep into her. This awoken her sleeping up until now ten inches long Futanari dick that she had been hiding all that time. Her cock wasn’t exactly ten inches now as it had been flaccid for a long time today, momentarily having grown in size when she suddenly got slapped on the butt by the aggressive orc earlier, but now it was different. She was semi-erect and her penis wasn’t done growing in size anytime soon.