want. Uh, where do you want it?” Fuck, I’m afraid to hear her answer.
I cringe as she spins, and lowers the waistband of her short-as-fuck skirt so the top of her arse crack is showing.
“Right here,” she purrs. “In the centre.” She looks over her shoulder at me and winks. It doesn’t look sexy though, far from it. It looks as though she’s got a strand of her blonde hair caught in her eye and she’s trying to get it out. She looks downright ridiculous.
“Climb on the bed then, on your stomach.”
She complies immediately. Crawling up onto the table in what I’m sure she thinks is a sexy manner. I turn away and busy myself before she can flash me her arse.
“Can you just pull your undies down a bit, level with your skirt?” I ask awkwardly. Her g-string is hanging out the top of her skirt, which she’s pulled down to expose her bare arse cheeks.
“Oh, sure, sorry.” She lifts her arse in the air almost flashing me her pussy.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. “Here, I’ll fucking do it,” I growl.
“If you insist,” she says sweetly.
I clench my jaw as I fix her skirt and then prep her skin before applying the transfer.
“Give that a minute to dry and then you can check the placement.” I storm out of the room and grab a Coke from the bar fridge in the break room.
“What’s up, Z?” Bella asks, concerned.
I turn a murderous glare to her and seethe. “That fucking woman in there. That’s what’s wrong,” I say, jabbing my finger in the direction of the room.
“Is she giving you trouble? Do you want me to come sit in?”
I scull half the bottle before answering. “Nah, should be right. She’s just making a play for someone who’s not in the game.”
“Wow,” she gasps. “Holy shizz! Seriously?”
“Fuckin’ hell, Bella. Get to work. I’m not sitting here gossiping with you.” I can’t help but smile, but it’s soon wiped off my face as I walk back to the room where Heather awaits.
Taking a calming breath, I open the door, and rather than close it all the way when I clear the threshold, I only partially close it. Don’t want her getting any ideas.
“Okay, that should be dry. If you just want to jump up and check out the placement in the mirror, we’ll go from there.”
“Okay.”
Rather than watch her flash her arse again, I turn my back to her and begin pouring the ink into pots.
“I’m happy with it. It’s going to look so awesome. I can’t wait. Maybe you could do some more of those stars down over my cheek…like a trail that leads to my milky way .”
It takes all I have not to piss myself laughing. Fuck, this chick is a piece of work!
“Ah, I don’t reckon that’ll work real good. Overkill, you know.” I shrug, biting back my laughter. She looks thoughtful for a moment and then sighs.
“I guess you’re right,” she says thoughtfully. “You’re the professional , after all.” Jeez, anyone else notice how this bitch tries to make every word coming out of her mouth sound sexual? She’s failing miserably. Fucking idiot.
“Ready to go then?”
She nods. “You might have to help with my panties again.” She giggles and this time I can’t contain the shudder that works its way down my spine. I quickly rub my ear with my finger, trying to ease the feeling of razor blades being shoved down my ear canal, then I walk over to stand beside her and tatt her up so she can get the fuck out of my studio.
“Oh, my gosh, Zeke, it looks ah-mazing . You’re so talented with your hands .” As she says ‘hands’, she gives my hand a squeeze and bats her eyelashes.
I bet right now she’s thinking, if he’s that good with his hands, I wonder how good he is with the rest of his body. My hands may be good, but I’m even better with my cock and my tongue, if I do say so myself. Not that Heather will be finding that shit out for herself. I wouldn’t touch
I cringe as she spins, and lowers the waistband of her short-as-fuck skirt so the top of her arse crack is showing.
“Right here,” she purrs. “In the centre.” She looks over her shoulder at me and winks. It doesn’t look sexy though, far from it. It looks as though she’s got a strand of her blonde hair caught in her eye and she’s trying to get it out. She looks downright ridiculous.
“Climb on the bed then, on your stomach.”
She complies immediately. Crawling up onto the table in what I’m sure she thinks is a sexy manner. I turn away and busy myself before she can flash me her arse.
“Can you just pull your undies down a bit, level with your skirt?” I ask awkwardly. Her g-string is hanging out the top of her skirt, which she’s pulled down to expose her bare arse cheeks.
“Oh, sure, sorry.” She lifts her arse in the air almost flashing me her pussy.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. “Here, I’ll fucking do it,” I growl.
“If you insist,” she says sweetly.
I clench my jaw as I fix her skirt and then prep her skin before applying the transfer.
“Give that a minute to dry and then you can check the placement.” I storm out of the room and grab a Coke from the bar fridge in the break room.
“What’s up, Z?” Bella asks, concerned.
I turn a murderous glare to her and seethe. “That fucking woman in there. That’s what’s wrong,” I say, jabbing my finger in the direction of the room.
“Is she giving you trouble? Do you want me to come sit in?”
I scull half the bottle before answering. “Nah, should be right. She’s just making a play for someone who’s not in the game.”
“Wow,” she gasps. “Holy shizz! Seriously?”
“Fuckin’ hell, Bella. Get to work. I’m not sitting here gossiping with you.” I can’t help but smile, but it’s soon wiped off my face as I walk back to the room where Heather awaits.
Taking a calming breath, I open the door, and rather than close it all the way when I clear the threshold, I only partially close it. Don’t want her getting any ideas.
“Okay, that should be dry. If you just want to jump up and check out the placement in the mirror, we’ll go from there.”
“Okay.”
Rather than watch her flash her arse again, I turn my back to her and begin pouring the ink into pots.
“I’m happy with it. It’s going to look so awesome. I can’t wait. Maybe you could do some more of those stars down over my cheek…like a trail that leads to my milky way .”
It takes all I have not to piss myself laughing. Fuck, this chick is a piece of work!
“Ah, I don’t reckon that’ll work real good. Overkill, you know.” I shrug, biting back my laughter. She looks thoughtful for a moment and then sighs.
“I guess you’re right,” she says thoughtfully. “You’re the professional , after all.” Jeez, anyone else notice how this bitch tries to make every word coming out of her mouth sound sexual? She’s failing miserably. Fucking idiot.
“Ready to go then?”
She nods. “You might have to help with my panties again.” She giggles and this time I can’t contain the shudder that works its way down my spine. I quickly rub my ear with my finger, trying to ease the feeling of razor blades being shoved down my ear canal, then I walk over to stand beside her and tatt her up so she can get the fuck out of my studio.
“Oh, my gosh, Zeke, it looks ah-mazing . You’re so talented with your hands .” As she says ‘hands’, she gives my hand a squeeze and bats her eyelashes.
I bet right now she’s thinking, if he’s that good with his hands, I wonder how good he is with the rest of his body. My hands may be good, but I’m even better with my cock and my tongue, if I do say so myself. Not that Heather will be finding that shit out for herself. I wouldn’t touch
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