the mistake of fucking her
against the side of the building a couple of those times. After that she
thought there was something going on between them, some kind of exclusivity. It
didn’t matter how often he told her that fucking her had only been about
getting his dick wet. Of course at first he hadn’t been so coarse or
bastard-like when he had said that, but after the fourth time of her trying to
have him fuck her again, he had just come out and told her that he didn’t want
her pussy anymore. But Tally was one of those females that thought her pussy
was the tightest fucking thing and God’s gift to men, and clearly couldn’t
understand that he didn’t want her anymore.
She looked over at him, and her red painted lips
stretched wide over her too white teeth. “Hey, Cadeon.” She walked over to him, and the sound of her six inch stilettos clicking on the
tiled floor seemed to drown out the music. She leaned on the counter, and her
tits nearly burst free from the too tight material of her shirt. “Can you
squeeze me in a little ink?” She leaned back and lifted her shirt nearly all
the way to the underside of her breasts. “I want a little heart and rose right
here.” She ran the pad of her finger around her belly button.
“You make an appointment?” Tally might get on his
fucking nerves, but she was still a customer. But that didn’t mean he had to be
the one to give it to her. The last time he had given her a tattoo after he
fucked her he had known she got all fucking aroused by it. She was a needle
junkie, and although there wasn’t anything wrong with that, there was something
wrong with the fact she had been moaning the whole damn time he gave her the
ink. No more would he be the one to mark her up.
She leaned on the counter once more and gave him
what he knew was supposed to be this seductive grin. Instead it just looked
downright uncomfortable, and that was exactly how he felt around her. She was
not much older than Stella, but where his girl had this innocence about her
Tally was just used hard and put away wet. She had seen just as much action as
he had, and she was half his fucking age.
Wait, did you
just call Stella your girl?
“When have I ever made an appointment, Cadeon?” Her
grin widened, and even though he was seated behind the counter, she eyed him up
and down. “Come on, can’t you just squeeze me in? The tattoo isn’t very big. I
bet you could get it done quickly, but make sure you were all sorts of thorough.”
She lowered her eyes, trying to look sexy, but it just made her look like she
was about to fall asleep.
“You aren’t anyone special to this shop, Tally. You
got in those last few times because there were openings. There aren’t any now,
and so if you don’t have an appointment you need to make one and come back
then.” He didn’t break eye contact with her, because he wanted her to know that
this shit that she thought was between them, wasn’t.
She pouted, and he wanted to tell her she looked
ridiculous as fuck. “Really? There isn’t anything you
can do for me, nothing that can be pushed back so I can be next?” She made one
of those duck faces, and he curled his lip in distaste. She tried to act like
she was still in high school by wearing clothes far too young for her, and her
overall almost childish personality.
“No, there isn’t anything. Now, do you want an
appointment?”
She huffed out and pushed away from the counter. “Fine. What is your next available opening?”
“I don’t have any. You’ll have to book on with
Naggie or Ziggy.” He kept his voice hard and void of any emotion.
“But I was hoping you could give me another one.”
She leaned forward so much that he knew she had to be on her toes. “I miss
you.” She pouted once more. “I keep thinking about those two times you banged
the shit out of me behind the shop. It was dirty, but only in the good way.”
Before he could respond she was talking again. “I know there is
against the side of the building a couple of those times. After that she
thought there was something going on between them, some kind of exclusivity. It
didn’t matter how often he told her that fucking her had only been about
getting his dick wet. Of course at first he hadn’t been so coarse or
bastard-like when he had said that, but after the fourth time of her trying to
have him fuck her again, he had just come out and told her that he didn’t want
her pussy anymore. But Tally was one of those females that thought her pussy
was the tightest fucking thing and God’s gift to men, and clearly couldn’t
understand that he didn’t want her anymore.
She looked over at him, and her red painted lips
stretched wide over her too white teeth. “Hey, Cadeon.” She walked over to him, and the sound of her six inch stilettos clicking on the
tiled floor seemed to drown out the music. She leaned on the counter, and her
tits nearly burst free from the too tight material of her shirt. “Can you
squeeze me in a little ink?” She leaned back and lifted her shirt nearly all
the way to the underside of her breasts. “I want a little heart and rose right
here.” She ran the pad of her finger around her belly button.
“You make an appointment?” Tally might get on his
fucking nerves, but she was still a customer. But that didn’t mean he had to be
the one to give it to her. The last time he had given her a tattoo after he
fucked her he had known she got all fucking aroused by it. She was a needle
junkie, and although there wasn’t anything wrong with that, there was something
wrong with the fact she had been moaning the whole damn time he gave her the
ink. No more would he be the one to mark her up.
She leaned on the counter once more and gave him
what he knew was supposed to be this seductive grin. Instead it just looked
downright uncomfortable, and that was exactly how he felt around her. She was
not much older than Stella, but where his girl had this innocence about her
Tally was just used hard and put away wet. She had seen just as much action as
he had, and she was half his fucking age.
Wait, did you
just call Stella your girl?
“When have I ever made an appointment, Cadeon?” Her
grin widened, and even though he was seated behind the counter, she eyed him up
and down. “Come on, can’t you just squeeze me in? The tattoo isn’t very big. I
bet you could get it done quickly, but make sure you were all sorts of thorough.”
She lowered her eyes, trying to look sexy, but it just made her look like she
was about to fall asleep.
“You aren’t anyone special to this shop, Tally. You
got in those last few times because there were openings. There aren’t any now,
and so if you don’t have an appointment you need to make one and come back
then.” He didn’t break eye contact with her, because he wanted her to know that
this shit that she thought was between them, wasn’t.
She pouted, and he wanted to tell her she looked
ridiculous as fuck. “Really? There isn’t anything you
can do for me, nothing that can be pushed back so I can be next?” She made one
of those duck faces, and he curled his lip in distaste. She tried to act like
she was still in high school by wearing clothes far too young for her, and her
overall almost childish personality.
“No, there isn’t anything. Now, do you want an
appointment?”
She huffed out and pushed away from the counter. “Fine. What is your next available opening?”
“I don’t have any. You’ll have to book on with
Naggie or Ziggy.” He kept his voice hard and void of any emotion.
“But I was hoping you could give me another one.”
She leaned forward so much that he knew she had to be on her toes. “I miss
you.” She pouted once more. “I keep thinking about those two times you banged
the shit out of me behind the shop. It was dirty, but only in the good way.”
Before he could respond she was talking again. “I know there is
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