This is actually barber shop you dream about, where the ladies do a full service. They cut your hair in the nude and give you a ride around the world. With beauties like Roxy and Toni sweets you will be in trouble! Don`t miss the amazing new comer Chanel and her crazy ass! This movie`s so wild, with butts galore and tease to make you cry! There so many funny moments, plus all the nasty hot sex to go with it! Original soundtrack! Shot on location!Byron Long,Chanel Staxxx,Charlie Mac,Jonny Slim,July Jones,Kisses Blow,Mark Anthony,Roxy Reynolds,Scorpio,Toni Sweets,TT Boy / Evasive Angles / / 2010
This is actually barber shop you dream about, where the ladies do a full service. They cut your hair in the nude and give you a ride around the world. With beauties like Roxy and Toni sweets you will be in trouble! Don`t miss the amazing new comer Chanel and her crazy ass! This movie`s so wild, with butts galore and tease to make you cry! There so many funny moments, plus all the nasty hot sex to go with it! Original soundtrack! Shot on location!
This Aint The Barber Shop XXX
When Melvin finally shows up to open the barbershop, fine-looking Roxy Reynolds chews him out because she's been waiting to get to work. Customers and other employees show up, including a few hot sistas in booty shorts. There's a crazy "robber" that ends up being Freddie (Byron Long), the old guy who works at the shop, who insists he cut Mike Tyson's hair and has an autographed photo of the back of his head to "prove" it. The girls (except for Roxy, who's giving a haircut) soon pull down their booty shorts to compare pussies and shake their asses to the delight of everyone except Melvin, who says they're gonna get him shut down. There's some drama involving Roxy when a customer touches her pussy and later when she finds out somebody stole her Swisher Sweet out of the refrigerator. Then, while everybody's busy ogling the booty shaking, a pair of delusional would-be customers notices the slot machine in the back has a $10,000 prize. Thinking the money is inside, they go home to plan their larceny.
Meanwhile, two of the girls start giving their customers the "deluxe" trim, which involves stripping down and giving a lap dance, for a start. Toni Sweets goes further, getting a nice, hot suck and fuck in the barber chair and then in the bathroom with a very enthusiastic and appreciative Charlie Mack. When she busts through the door afterward yelling that he came on her face, the only problem is her boyfriend is waiting for her at the front of the shop and hears her. He lays waste to her car with a baseball bat while the whole shop (except for Toni, of course) laughs and cheers him on. Some of them decide to take their turn when he's done.
One of the best things about "This Ain't The Barbershop" is that most of the female talent has never been seen before. Roxy has been around a few years and is an Evasive Angles regular, but she's always so good you don't get bored of her. It makes it feel like you're really watching a bunch of people partying at the barbershop and getting crazy.
It was the first discordant note. At home, the colonelsubscribed to the opera, and enjoyed the music. Aplantation song of the olden time, as he remembered it,borne upon the evening air, when sung by the tired slavesat the end of their day of toil, would have been pleasing,with its simple melody, its plaintive minor strains, its notesof vague longing; but to the colonel's senses there was to-night no music in this hackneyed popular favourite. In ametropolitan music hall, gaudily bedecked and brilliantlylighted, it would have been tolerable from the lips of ablack-face comedian. But in this quiet place, upon thisquiet night, and in the colonel's mood! it seemedlike profanation. The song of the coloured girl, who haddreamt that she dwelt in marble halls, and the rest, had beenless incongruous; it had at least breathed aspiration.
The colonel shook hands with this editor, who had comewith a two-fold intent - to make the visitor's acquaintanceand to interview him upon his impressions of the South.Incidentally he gave the colonel a great deal of informationabout local conditions. These were not, headmitted, ideal. The town was backward. It neededcapital to develop its resources, and it needed to berid of the fear of Negro domination. The suffrage inthe hands of the Negroes had proud a ghastly andexpensive joke for all concerned, and the public welfareabsolutely demanded that it be taken away. Even thewhite Republicans were coming around to the same pointof view. The new franchise amendment to the Stateconstitution was receiving their unqualified support.
In principle the colonel was an ardent democrat; hebelieved in the rights of man, and extended the doctrineto include all who bore the human form. But in feelinghe was an equally pronounced aristocrat. A servant'srights he would have defended to the last ditch; familiarityhe would have resented with equal positiveness. Somethingof this ancestral feeling stirred within him now.While Nichols's position in reference to the house was, inprinciple, equally as correct as the colonel's own, andsuperior in point of time - since impressions, like photographs,are apt to grow dim with age, and Nichols's wereof much more recent date - the barber's display of sentimentonly jarred the colonel's sensibilities and strengthenedhis desire.
The barber caught his breath. Such dispatch wasunheard-of in Clarendon. But Nichols, a keen-eyedmulatto, was a man of thrift and good sense. He wouldhave liked to consult his wife and children about the sale,but to lose an opportunity to make a good profit was tofly in the face of Providence. The house was very old.It needed shingling and painting. The floors creaked;the plaster on the walls was loose; the chimneys neededpointing and the insurance was soon renewable. Heowned a smaller house in which he could live. He hadbeen told to name his price; it was as much better tomake it too high than too low, as it was easier to comedown than to go up. The would-be purchaser was arich man; the diamond on the third finger of his left handalone would buy a small house.
Why not? It is no less the old house because thebarber has reared his brood beneath its roof. Therewere always Negroes in it when we were there - the placeswarmed with them. Hammer and plane, soap andwater, paper and paint, can make it new again. Thebarber, I understand, is a worthy man, and has reared adecent family. His daughter plays the piano, and sings:
Of the extent to which the influence of the Treadwellhousehold had contributed to this frame of mind, thecolonel was not conscious. He had received the freedomof the town, and many hospitable doors were open to him.As a single man, with an interesting little motherless child,he did not lack for the smiles of fair ladies, of which thetown boasted not a few. But Mrs. Treadwell's home heldthe first place in his affections. He had been there first,and first impressions are vivid. They had been kind toPhil, who loved them all, and insisted on Peter's takinghim there every day. The colonel found pleasure in MissLaura's sweet simplicity and openness of character; towhich Graciella's vivacity and fresh young beauty formedan attractive counterpart; and Mrs. Treadwell's plaintiveminor note had soothed and satisfied Colonel French inthis emotional Indian Summer which marked his reactionfrom a long and arduous business career.
It was not unnatural for Graciella to think that thisacquaintance might be of future value; she could scarcelyhave thought otherwise. If she should ever go to NewYork, a rich and powerful friend would be well worthhaving. Should her going there be delayed very long, shewould nevertheless have a tie of friendship in the greatcity, and a source to which she might at any time apply forinformation. Her fondness for Colonel French's societywas, however, up to a certain time, entirely spontaneous,and coloured by no ulterior purpose. Her hope that hisfriendship might prove valuable was an afterthought.
The colonel smiled at this survival of youthful bigotry.Yet even then his instinct had been a healthy one; hisboyish characterization of Fetters, schoolboy, was not aninapt description of Fetters, man - mortgage shark, labourcontractor and political boss. Bill, seeking official favour,had reported to the Professor of that date some boyishescapade in which his schoolfellows had taken part, and itwas in revenge for this meanness that the colonel hadchased him ignominiously down Main Street and pilloriedhim upon the schoolhouse wall. Fetters the man, aGoliath whom no David had yet opposed, had fastenedhimself upon a week and disorganized community, duringa period of great distress and had succeeded by deviousways in making himself its master. And as the colonelstood looking at the picture he was conscious of a faintecho of his boyish indignation and sense of outragedhonour. Already Fetters and he had clashed upon thesubject of the cotton mill, and Fetters had retired fromthe field. If it were written that they should meet in alife-and-death struggle for the soul of Clarendon, he wouldnot shirk the conflict.
From this unwholesome atmosphere Ben Dudley foundrelief, as he grew older, in frequent visits to Clarendon,which invariably ended at the Treadwells', who were,indeed, distant relatives. He had one good horse, andin an hour or less could leave behind him the shabby oldhouse, falling into ruin, the demented old man, diggingin the disordered yard, the dumb old woman watchinghim from her inscrutable eyes; and by a change as abruptas that of coming from a dark room into the brightnessof midday, find himself in a lovely garden, beside a beautiful girl, whom he loved devotedly, but who kept him onthe ragged edge of an uncertainty that was stimulatingenough, but very wearing.
One humiliation she was spared. She had been assilent about her hopes as Miss Laura was about her engagement. Whether this was due to mere prudence or tovanity - the hope of astonishing her little world by theunexpected announcement - did not change the comforting fact that she had nothing to explain and nothing forwhich to be pitied. If her friends, after the manner ofyoung ladies, had hinted at the subject and sought to finda meaning in Colonel French's friendship, she had smiledenigmatically. For this self-restraint, whatever had beenits motive, she now reaped her reward. The announcement of her aunt's engagement would account for thecolonel's attentions to Graciella as a mere courtesy to ayoung relative of his affianced. 2ff7e9595c
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