Pretty In Ink (12 page)

STEVIE

After spending my entire professional adult life in a tattoo parlor, I was pretty sure I had heard it all, discussed it all, and partaken in some of the wildest discussions to ever be brought up in mixed company. I did, after all, live in southern California during the process – a state known for weirdos. But nothing compared to some of the topics of conversation at Blurred Lines.

“Would you, or wouldn’t you?” he asked.

“Dude, I don’t know, let me see her again,” the guy responded.

“It’s not a
her
, it’s a fucking dude, Dude,” I said over my shoulder.

“Have you seen her yet?” Blake asked.

I glanced up from the piece I was working on and shook my head. “Don’t have to.”

“This bitch is hot,” he said.

“If the bitch has a
cock
, it’s not a bitch. It’s a dude with tits,” I said.

“That’s arguable, but it’s not the topic. Stay on topic,” Blake said. “The question is would you make her spit out your cock if she was giving you a blowjob and you reached down there and found her schlong.”

“Gross,” I said as I shifted my eyes back to the tattoo.

The guy I was tattooing glanced toward Blake. “Let me see her,” he said.

“Stevie,” Blake hollered.

I glanced in his direction. He held his phone in the air. “Catch?”

I shook my head from side to side, peeled off my gloves and nodded my head. He tossed his phone across the shop toward me, and luckily, I caught it. After pressing the button on the side of the phone and illuminating the screen, I glanced down at it. A beautiful Asian chick was looking back at me.

“Not this Asian chick, is it?” I asked.

“Yep,” he said.

“She’s got a cock? A sewn on one?” I asked.

“Nope. The real deal. She’s hung like a fucking horse. Flip through the pics,” he said.

Using my thumb, I flipped through the pictures. In the first four or five she was topless and rather attractive. In the next series of pics she was totally nude and had her hand on her massive cock. I’d been with dudes with smaller cocks than she had, and I had enjoyed it. She was hung like a fucking horse.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“Holy shit is right,” Blake said with a laugh.

“So, would you?” Blake asked as he nodded his head toward my client.

He was in his mid-twenties, seemed like a kid off of a farm, and was wearing boots, a flannel sleeveless shirt, and a John Deere cap. I was tattooing the words “Cowboy Up” on his bicep in a very feminine script, which seemed odd, but not out of character for a man in touch with his femininity; and now that I was handing him the phone so he could see if he was okay handling a cock, I began to wonder.

I handed him the phone.

“What’s the question?” he asked as he studied the pictures.

“She’s got a ten inch cock,” Blake said as he continued to work on the tattoo. “If she was sucking you off, say in the parking lot of a bar…and she was wearing a dress or whatever…say you just met her and thought she was a chick and then you reached under her dress to finger her or whatever…and you feel a big thick cock. Would you make her stop sucking you off?”

As Blake spoke, I put on a set of gloves and went back to work on the tattoo. I had heard enough.

“Fuck no,” he said. “I’d let her finish.”

“No shit, Dude,” Blake’s client chimed in as he glanced toward my client.

“You guys are gross,” I said as I reached for the phone.

“What’s her name?” my client asked.

“Areeya,” Blake responded.

“Okay, one better,” Blake said. “What if you were letting her suck you off and she asked for a hand job. Let’s say she’s got you about ready to blow your nut down her sexy little Asian throat, and she lifted her head and says you gotta yank her crank or she’s gonna stop. Do you give her a happy ending?”

“Dear fucking God,” I sighed as I outlined the next letter.

“I’d yank her cock, but I wouldn’t tell anybody,” Blake’s client said.

My client turned his head toward Blake’s station and chuckled. “Same here. But I probably tell some of my buddies later.”

“You fuckers are gross,” I said.

After a moment of thinking about it, I decided to one up Blake’s remark.

“What if she said she wanted a sixty-nine? And she’s been giving you the best head ever. Would you go down on her?” I asked.

“If we were in a motel or whatever, I would. I wouldn’t swallow, but I’d suck it. It ain’t like I’d be sucking off a dude, it’d be like sucking a tit,” Blake’s client said.

“Other than it’s actually a cock, I guess so. So you’d suck it?” I asked.

“Yeah, a little bit,” he said. “I ain’t looking to have somebody call me a cocksucker, though.” 

“So if you suck it
just a little bit
, you wouldn’t be a cocksucker?” I asked in a sarcastic tone.

“As long as it’s on a chick, I didn’t swallow, and I didn’t try and deepthroat that shit, I’d say I’m safe,” he said.

I shook my head in disgust. “Dude…”

I paused and bit my lip. I felt I shouldn’t tell Blake’s client, who was a returning client, that he was a nasty fucker. As I finished outlining the last letter, I gazed up at my client and cocked my right eyebrow.

“I’d do it. I mean if she gave me an ultimatum. You know, if she said ‘suck it or I’m gonna stop sucking yours’ or whatever. If she said that, I’d go down on her,” he said.

I shook my head again, in complete disgust. “Okay, would either of you guys suck a dude off?”

“Fuck no!” the cowboy hollered.

“That’s fucking gross,” Blake’s client groaned.

You’re both a couple of douchebags.

As I moved to shading the script, the door buzzer went off. I naturally glanced in the direction of the door, and noticed a Harley parked on the sidewalk that wasn’t there earlier. It was an old school bike with tall ape hangers, a set of old leather saddlebags, and a well-worn paint job. I shifted my eyes toward the guy who had just walked in, and immediately began to admire the black and grey work that covered both arms down to his knuckles.

“Owner in?” he asked from the other side of the receptionist desk.

He wore worn jeans, a worn Harley shirt from an unrecognizable city, and appeared to be a pretty big guy. Based on his accent, my guess was that he wasn’t a local.

“Right here, you can come on back,” Blake said. “My name’s Blake.”

He studied the shop as he walked in. After slowly walking toward our work stations, he turned and studied what I was doing, nodded his head as he passed, and turned toward Blake.

“Nice old school piece,” he said as he stepped to Blake’s side.

“Appreciate it. What can I do for you?” Blake asked.

“Name’s Devin Crane. Don’t go by it though, go by Lightning. Just moved up from Texas. Looking for work, and this is the first shop I stopped at. Like the name. You need any help?” he asked.

“Got a portfolio?” Blake asked.

He rolled up his sleeves and held his arms out on front of his chest. “Carry it with me everywhere I go.”

“All of that your work?” Blake asked.

“Every bit of it,” he said with a nod.

“Impressive,” Blake said.

Blake released his switch, turned toward me, and tilted his head to the side. “Stevie?”

“Yeah?” I said as I released the pedal of my switch.

“Man’s looking for work. What do you think?” Blake asked.

“Pretty impressive black and grey work,” I said.

“You willing to give him a try?” Blake asked.

I knew why he was asking. By giving him a job, he’d naturally take a portion of the work from the walk-in customers at the shop. Over time, artists build their client base, and walk-in customers go to the new artists. As the new guy and I would both be new to the shop, we’d each get half of the walk-in work. In theory, I’d be giving up half of my income.

Considering the fact I didn’t need to pay rent, it really didn’t bother me too much.

“If you’re worried about me bringing in clients, don’t. I’m pretty well-known in Texas, southern Oklahoma, and even into Kansas. I’m gonna guess it won’t be long and I’ll be standing on my own here. All I need’s a shot,” he said.

“Okay by me,” I said.

“A thousand a month booth rent, due the first of the month, and not after. That buys your rent for the month following your payment,” Blake said.

“So we’re a go?” the man asked.

Blake nodded his head. “Looks like it.”

The man turned toward me. “Appreciate it…”

“Stevie,” I said.

“Lightning,” he said.

I grinned, stepped on the switch, and began shading the script. After another quick survey of the shop, the man walked toward the entrance.

“Bring in my stuff Saturday, that alright?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Saturday’s fine,” Blake said.

“See you then,” the man said.

After he walked through the door, the cowboy started to laugh. “Lightning? Seriously?”

“You dick,” I said.

“What?” he snapped back.

“Never say anything to someone’s back that you wouldn’t say to their face. Grow some balls,” I said. “And I’m gonna guess you wouldn’t say shit to that dude’s face.”

“He called himself “Lightning”. What a stupid name,” he said.

I stopped shading the script and glared at him. “You didn’t say that shit while he was in here.”

I glanced at the door, and noticed he hadn’t left yet. I stood from my seat, pulled off my gloves, and walked toward the door. As Lightning saw me approaching the door, he turned toward the door and widened his eyes. I grinned and waved my arm toward the shop, calling him back inside.

“What’s up?” he asked as he opened the door.

“My client has something he wants to tell you,” I said.

As he walked past me, it was pretty apparent he wasn’t a small man. Clearly more than a foot taller than me, and probably pushing two hundred pounds of muscle easily, he looked more like a running back for the Dallas Cowboys than a tattoo artist.

“What’s up?” he asked as he approached my client.

I watched with a grin as my client’s Adam’s apple raised and lowered. After a short pause, he opened his mouth.

“Nice bike,” he said.

Lightning nodded his head. “Appreciate it. I built it right after I got home from Afghanistan. It’s a damned good shovel if you ask me. You ride?”

The cowboy shook his head. “No, but I really like that bike.”

“Appreciate it,” Lightning said. “Well, I’ve got to get about 800 miles in, so I better get.”

“Shiny side up,” I said as I walked past him.

“That fucker ain’t got a shiny side, but thanks,” he said as he passed.

I stepped beside the cowboy, crossed my arms in front of my chest, and shook my head.

“Get up, you’re done,” I said.

He glanced at his bicep, scrunched his nose, and looked up. “Done? You’re not finished.”

“The fuck you say. I don’t tattoo pussies. Look at it as a lesson. Don’t talk shit to a man’s back,” I said.

“This is bullshit,” he said as he turned toward Blake.

“Don’t look at me,” Blake said. “Her station, her rules.”

“Come on. You won’t finish it?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Only tattoo you’ll get from me is a set of tits tattooed on your back. That way when that Vietnamese chick is railing you from behind, she’ll have something to play with. Get out of my chair, Dude.”

“Bitch,” he said as he stood up.

“You’re the bitch,” I said with a laugh. “And if you got anything bad to say about me, have the guts to say it to my face. In fact, you need to just Cowboy Up.”

“I’m going to tell everyone you’re a bitch who doesn’t finish your work,” he said.

“Kick rocks, Cowboy,” I said as I waved my arm toward the door. “Before I tell that big fucking war hero what you said about his name.”

“Bitch,” he said as he turned toward the door.

Bitch? You’re the bitch.

“The name’s Stevie, bitch,” I said.

I love saying that.

After the cowboy walked outside, he walked past Lightning, eventually stopped, turned around, and shook his hand. I almost walked outside and told the biker the truth about the asshole, but didn’t figure it would do anyone any good.

I seriously wished people just had the guts to be true to who they were, no differently than Areeya the dick toting Asian lady boy. At least she had the guts to be whoever she was.

Or he was.

Or it was.

I think I’m gonna barf.

WILSON

With my life in order and each subsequent day appearing as bright as the sun shining in through the bedroom window, I felt invincible. My future with Stevie may not have been etched in stone, but if I had my say in matters it wouldn’t be long until it was. As we struggled to convince ourselves getting out of bed was in our best interest, I stared up at the ceiling filled with gratitude for what my life had become.

“I still can’t believe it,” she said.

I tilted my head to the side. She had raised herself onto her elbows, and the comforter slid down to her waist. With her breasts bare and her purple hair draped down over the front of her shoulders, maintaining a civil posture was difficult.

“Believe what?” I asked as I glanced up at the ceiling again.

She turned her head to face me and rolled her eyes. “That you sold the company, Dork.”

I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. “I gave it away.”

She rolled her eyes again, more playfully. “Whatever.”

“Are you disappointed?” I asked.

“Fuck no,” she responded as she pulled the comforter over her head.

As she burrowed underneath the blankets, she continued. Her voice was slightly muffled, but still intelligible.

“It’s nice being home with you in the mornings,” she said as she continued to situate herself.

After a moment, she was lying on top of me and my pajamas were on the floor beside the bed. With her chest on my hips and the soft fabric of her pajamas rubbing against my calves, she began to softly kiss my stomach. As I lifted the comforter to respond, she glanced up, winked, and reached between my legs.

After a few playful strokes, I was as rigid as a steel rod. Holding the comforter several inches over my chest, I watched as she situated herself over my hips and lowered her open mouth over the tip of my twitching cock.

As her mouth slowly worked up and down the shaft she maintained eye contact with me. Gazing into her eyes as she eagerly sucked my dick had become an odd pleasure of mine, but one I was incapable of enjoying for very long. Her ability to orally please me combined with the pleasure she obtained from doing so – all clearly seen while gazing into her eyes as she licked and sucked – was simply too much for me to take.

The eyes reveal a truth than words never may.

And her eyes revealed her joy in pleasing me.

Incapable of continuing to watch, I dropped the comforter to my chest and stared up at the ceiling.

“Watch me,” she said.

After speaking, she forced my cock deep in her throat until I felt her gag reflex convulse. I felt her warm saliva slowly worked its way down the shaft and onto my tight scrotum. A few seconds of her sucking my balls and licking my cock cleaned up what little mess she may have made, and she moved her mouth back to her main focus, the shaft. A few strokes of her mouth later, she lifted her lips from the tip blew against the head. 

“I…can’t…” I breathed.

“You can. You’re a sex pussy,” she said.

I wrinkled my nose and lifted the comforter. “A what?”

She grinned, opened her mouth, and forced my cock deep into her throat. Maintaining eye contact the entire time, she forced it deeper and deeper until she gagged again. As she choked, her throat convulsed and her eyes went closed momentarily. After opening her eyes, she sucked heavily and lifted her head slowly.

“Sex pussy,” she said as she licked her lips.

“What in the world…”

“You’re afraid,” she said. “A pussy who’s afraid of sex. Sex pussy. I just made it up,” she said.

“I’m not a pussy of any sort,” I assured her.

“Watch me,” she said as she lowered her mouth playfully.

As her open mouth hovered over the tip of my cock, I tossed the comforter over her back.

“Watch me,” I said as I leaned forward and grabbed her by the arms.

After lifting her from the bed, I tucked my shoulder under her chest and stood. Now with her over my shoulder, I walked naked to the master bathroom and lowered her to the floor.

“What are you doing, Fucker? I wasn’t done. I want you to cum in my mouth,” she said.

“Watch me,” I said as I reached for the bottom of her ribbed tank.

I lifted her top over her head, and immediately reached for the waist of her pajamas. After pulling them to mid-thigh, I pointed down at the frustrating wad of flannel and shook my index finger.

“Get them off,” I demanded.

“Aye aye, Captain,” she said as she saluted me.

She bent down, removed her pajamas, and instead of standing, engulfed my cock in her mouth. As she aggressively began to force her mouth down the shaft repeatedly, I reached down and pulled her to her feet.

“Play time is over,” I said. “Watch me.”

The master bath was massive, and included a long marble topped dressing and makeup area which was fitted with his and hers sinks. The space between the sinks was approximately twelve feet long, and the wall behind it was mirrored to the ceiling.

“Hands on the mirror,” I said as I placed my hands under her armpits and lifted her to the countertop.

Without hesitation or complaint, but while facing me, she slapped her hands against the mirror at waist height. I shook my head, jumped onto the countertop, and gripped her shoulders.

“Facing the mirror, you sex pussy,” I said.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” she said as she turned around.

Now facing the mirror with her hands at shoulder height, it was apparent I wouldn’t be unable to stand behind her and fuck her, due to the narrow width of the countertop. Unwilling to look like a novice or make it seem as if I had no idea of what I was doing, I positioned myself beside her, reached between her legs, and brushed the tips of my fingers against her wetness.

“You’re soaked,” I said.

“I don’t suck your cock as punishment. I do it ‘cause I love it. It turns me on,” she said over her shoulder.

I positioned my middle and ring fingers together and slowly slid them into her pussy. Forcing myself as deeply as humanly possible, I curled the tips of my fingers as I continued to shove them in and out of her rapidly. She closed her eyes, groaned in pleasure, and tilted her head back.

With my free hand, I reached for her hair, gathered it in my hand, and pulled it tightly. I pressed my jaw against her neck, clenched her earlobe in my teeth, and breathed heavily into her ear.

“Open your eyes and watch me, you pussy,” I growled.

She opened her eyes and gazed down at the mirror. I pulled her hair to the side, and forced her to turn sideways and pressed against the side of her ass with my thigh. Now bent over slightly with my fingers still deep inside her, her pussy was facing the mirror.

“Watch,” I said as I began to finger fuck her with all my might.

“Oh God…” she whimpered.

“Watch!” I demanded.

She turned her head to the side and lowered her eyes toward the reflection of my hand slapping against her ass. With the inside of my foot, I swept her leg to the side, widening her stance slightly. Now with her pussy in full view and my two fingers working in and out rapidly, she stared for a moment and eventually bit her lower lip. As I watched her relax and close her eyes, I reminded her of our half-assed agreement.

I pressed my lips to her ear.

“Watch me,” I whispered.

She opened her eyes focused on the mirror, and after a moment, closed them and began to moan.

I pulled my fingers from inside of her, pulled her hair tight against my chest, and shook my head.

“Fucking pussy,” I said. “Move…”

I pushed against her shoulder and forced her to move a few feet away along the edge of the countertop. After lying down on my back lengthwise between the sinks, I motioned for her to climb on top of me. As she gazed down at me, I spit in my hand, reached for my cock, and began to slowly stroke it.

“Get on me and fuck me, and if you close your eyes…”

Her eyes fell to my waist. “Oh God…”

“Ride me,” I said.

She continued to stare at my cock-filled hand. I inhaled a deep breath, stroked my cock a few times, and fixed my eyes on her face.

“Pussy,” I said as I exhaled.

She shifted her eyes to meet mine, straddled me, and lowered herself onto my cock. With ease, she engulfed my entire length into her soaking wet folds. After a deep sigh upon bottoming out against the tip, she pressed her hands into my chest and began to raise and lower her ass in a very sensual yet mechanical fashion.

Having her face me and fuck me in such a manner was almost as sexually distressing as watching her suck my cock. As her hair bounced up and down on her shoulders and her breasts bounced with each thrust of her hips, I reminded her of her obligation.

“Slow down, and watch my cock slide in and out of your twat, you pussy,” I said as I reached for her nipples.

I twisted her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and she immediately began to moan in pleasure. I knew from experience that she was incapable of lasting very long after I began to torture her nipples. As I pinched them firmly, she alternated glanced between the mirror and my hands and continued to work her hips back and forth slowly.

As wet and willing as she was didn’t change the fact that her pussy was tight, and the girth of my cock was massive. The friction, although she was lubricated more than sufficiently, was so pleasurable it was sheer hell not to climax. After watching myself disappear in and out of her wetness repeatedly, I turned my head to the side and looked into the mirror.

Her beautiful face looked back at me.

Bad idea, Wilson, bad idea.

Her undeniable beauty combined with the feeling of having her fuck me as magically as she was able to immediately proved to be too much. I quickly turned away and began to raise and lower my hips in unison with her movements; insuring I forced myself as deep as I was able. Each the tip of my cock pressed against her inner region, she moaned in pleasure. Slightly more pressure on her nipples caused her moaning to increase, and her back soon arched until her hair fell behind her.

As I felt her pussy begin to tighten against my throbbing shaft, I continued to force myself deeply into her, knowing she wouldn’t last long.

And she didn’t.

“Holy…Fuck…” she wailed as she continued to buck her hips wildly.

After a few seconds, her thrusts decreased and eventually stopped. Her heavy breathing filled the room as I fought against my instinct to come deep within her. As much as I desired filling her with my cum, I pressed my elbows against the counter and slowly raised myself to a sitting position.

“That was intense,” she breathed.

I raised myself to my feet, leaving her sitting on the countertop. With the side of my ass against the mirror, I grabbed her hair on my hand, pulled her head toward my waist, and tossed my head toward the mirror.

“Watch me,” I growled as I forced the tip of my cock past her lips.

Her eyes widened as I began to force myself in and out of her mouth. I realized I wouldn’t last long at the pace I was committed to, but it didn’t matter. Every few thrusts of my hips against her face, and I made my demand known. 

“Watch!” I barked out into the room.

With her head facing my hips, and my ass against the glass at an angle, she had a perfect view of her cock-filled mouth. Two more times of my cock pounding into the back of her throat, and I was done. I slid my slippery cock from her mouth, pulled back on her hair, and began to stroke my cock with my free hand.

“Open your mouth and watch. In the mirror,” I said as I pulled my cock from her mouth.

As her eyes shifted to the mirror, I tilted her head back and stroked my cock. As my breathing became labored, I watched her reflection as she intently waited.

“Ohhhhh…” I moaned as I began to reach climax.

The cum shot from the tip of my cock, the first few spurts landing perfectly in her waiting mouth. The next few, due primarily to my shaking legs, covered her beautiful tits. As I released her hair and fought to catch my breath, I glanced down at her just in time to see her smile.

“You gave me what I wanted,” she said.

“I aim to please,” I said.

“You aimed for my mouth,” she said with a laugh.

I chuckled a light laugh. “I certainly did.”

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you, my Dear,” I said as I reached for her hand.

After helping her to her feet, I lowered her to the floor and climbed down from the counter. I found it amazing how much fun I was able to have before noon with Stevie since deciding to stop working, and although we really hadn’t done anything productive yet, we were each moving slightly closer to each other with each passing day. I felt tremendous relief that although we were raised – and had lived – worlds apart, we were perfect for each other and blind to our previous notions of each other.