The shop door dings. It's been a long day. Bad Omens rumbles from the speaker and it's the only thing keeping me going on this dreary afternoon. Until I look up and see her, the little minx. You could say she’s wearing just enough for a tattoo, but if she were mine, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight looking like that.

The drizzle and wind have messed with her hair, and her face is flushed from the cold. Before she even says hi, she bends at the waist and scoops damp strands into a messy bun.

"Hello trouble. Back again huh?"

She smiles at me, her eyes glinting with something I'm not privy to yet.

"Hey, I sent you a text!" She exclaims as she shrugs off her coat, hanging it up before I get the chance to offer.

"Yeah, I got your text. What we covering up today then?"

"Oh just some shit I've outgrown... Someone I've outgrown."

Interesting.

"Oh yeah? You guys over?"

She gives me a look. Okay she doesn't want to talk about it. Good, neither do I.

"That didn't last long,” I continue.

Ignoring me she scrolls through her phone and mutters, "I can't find the image I sent you, did you draw it up?"

"Ah, he couldn't handle your attitude? Thought so, you are a brat."

I can’t help myself, she’s so easy to wind up. I turn and grab the stencil.

"Where's your empathy? How about you treat paying customers with a little respect, huh?"

I chuckle at her feeble retort.

"Come on then, rib cage. Show me what we're working with,” I say as I roll my stool towards her and snap on my nitrile gloves.

The leather chair creaks as she settles herself down. She blushes and inches her top up.

"Don’t tell me you’re nervous?” I tease.

She can take it, we've done worse.

“It’s not that...” she whispers.

Then it clicks. Her nipples are cutting right through that thin top, begging for attention.

“You didn’t wear a bra?”

I raise my brows at her — bold move. But damn, I like her confidence. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Little devil.

“I forgot!” She blurts.

The colour creeping up her neck tells me otherwise.

I lean back, trying not to grin.

“Well, you’re out of luck. I don’t have any cover-ups.”

It’s a lie; I’ve got plenty.

She juts her chin out, all defiant and cute. Then she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head in one smooth motion.

My breath catches. For a second, all I can do is stare. I didn’t think she’d actually do it.

Her rosy, pink nipples bud hard despite the warm air of the shop. I wonder how good they taste.

I tear my eyes away, pretending I’m not affected and adjusting my position like it’s no big deal. But she shifts on the chair and when our eyes meet, that coy little smile tells me all I need to know.

“I was joking but okay. Have it your way. Don’t mind me if I get a little distracted.”

Suddenly she throws her arms over her chest and scans the room.

“Shit, there’s no one else here is there?!”

I can’t help but laugh.

“You think about that now?! No, sweetheart. Just you and me. Should I lock the door?”

Her eyes dart to the frosted glass door of the shop.

“Please,” she nods.

I saunter over and flick the lock. I’m not expecting any other customers, but a walk-in at this point would be a real buzzkill.

“You comfy?” I jest.

She tries not to bite. She turns away, giving me access to her side, her tits jiggling in the most tempting way.

“This is gonna be cold,” I warn.

She doesn’t respond. Alright, I’ll play along, back to business.

I razor her ribs and apply the stencil, making sure she’s happy with the placement.

“You ready?”

“Always.”

The quiet buzz of the machine cuts through the tension. The second the needle touches down, she sucks in a sharp breath. I smirk.

“Attagirl, you got this. You always take it so well.”

I’m not lying, I’ve had grown men tapping out after five minutes. She just grits her teeth and breathes through it.

A silence passes and ink spreads as my needles get to work. I get ready to lose myself in the design, but all I can feel is her twitching beneath me.

“You better stop fidgeting,” I murmur, “or I’ll have to tie you down and you won’t like that.”

She tilts her head, the faintest smirk tugging at her lips.

“I might.”

I pause, the machine still humming in my hand. My mouth curves before I can stop it.

“Oh yeah?” I drawl, leaning in close. “Dirty girl. Let me concentrate.”

She knows exactly what she’s doing. It takes everything I’ve got to get the blood pumping back to my head and finish this piece. We’ve still got a long way to go.

Time slips by, the buzz of my tattoo gun melts into the low thrum of the music. I fall back into the work.

“You doing okay?” I ask after a while, just to break the silence.

She nods, eyes still fixed on something across the room.

“Fine. Feels good.”

My hand stills for half a second. Feels good. Such a brat.

I clear my throat, refocus, then keep going.

“Good,” I say quietly. “Nearly done on this bit.”

The hum fills the space again, and I make myself focus on the ink, the shading, anything that isn’t the soft curves of her exposed skin.

She reaches for her phone and starts tapping away; her thumb scrolls every so often and her lips twitch like she’s trying not to react to something.

A few seconds later she shifts. Her thighs press together and the tiniest whimper slips out of her.

My eyes flick up.

“What’s got you so worked up?”

She freezes, screen half-hidden against her chest.

“Nothing. Just a story.”

I raise a brow, the corner of my mouth kicking up.

“Yeah? Must be one hell of a story.”

She doesn’t answer, but I can literally smell how turned on she is.

I keep the machine running, pretending to focus, but my eyes stay on her face.

“Go on then,” I say, voice low. “Read me a line.”

“Not a chance,” she laughs, nervously.

“Ah, you’re no fun,” I grin.

“You really want to know what I’m reading? I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“Try me.”

“Fine,” she says, voice low, eyes still locked on the screen.

“It’s about this woman…” she continues. “She’s got these two men — best friends. They both want her, and instead of choosing, she just… lets them—”

She stops, biting her lip, gauging me.

“She lets them what?” I press, already knowing where this is going.

“Share,” she says finally, voice barely above a whisper.

My cock twitches. She’s treading dangerously close to a line I really want to cross.

“Yeah?” I rasp. “Does that turn you on?”

Her dark eyes find mine.

“Yes,” she answers, daring me to break.

“And what would you usually be doing whilst reading that naughty book of yours?”

I’m crossing the line, even by my standards.

“Seriously?”

She gives me one last chance but I don’t back down.

Holding my glare she clarifies, “I’d be playing with myself.”

There it is. I’m so fucked. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

“Don’t let me stop you. You wanna get comfortable?”

She thinks I’m kidding, I can tell.

“Take your shorts off.”

She hesitates just a second. We seem to be tangled in a silent game of dares. Just as I think she’s going to tell me to go to hell, she puts the phone down, kicks off her trainers and uses both hands to wiggle her ass out of her shorts .

“Don’t be shy, panties too.”

The girl’s got game, I’ll give her that. My cock is so hard right now, the last thing I want to be doing is finishing off this tattoo. Jesus, her panties are off.

“Keep reading,” I urge.

Maybe I can keep her on edge until I’m finished. Goosebumps cover her skin and I know it’s not because she’s cold. Her thighs are rubbing together and all I want to do is slip a hand between them to find out how wet she is.

“You wanna play with yourself, baby?”

She doesn’t look at me but nods.

“Rub your pussy for me.”

She shifts on the table and I give her space to get into position. With one hand balancing her phone, she slides the other between her legs which part ever so slightly.

Her pussy sounds so fucking sloppy, I just want to bury my cock inside her.

“Show me your fingers. Are you wet?”

She raises them up to my face the best she can. They’re glistening and it’s making my mouth water.

“Fuck baby, you’re drenched.”

“Taste me,” she breathes.

I’m done for. I turn the machine off and place the tattoo gun down. Leaning over, I take her fingers into my mouth. Our moans mix in the tight space.

“Spread your legs and show me,” I say through gritted teeth, barely holding it together.

She shuffles onto her back, careful not to graze her freshly tattooed skin. Her knees are bent and she relaxes them to the sides. The sight of her tears my strength away. I have to stop myself from diving in head first. I go to snap my gloves off.

“No! Keep them on, I like them,” she blushes.

Such a freaky little devil. I love it.

I trace my fingers up the inside of her thigh and pause briefly, daring her to stop me.

"Keep, fucking, going,” she shudders.

Her hands raise to her nipples. She pinches and pulls, moans escaping from her and, for a moment, I forget I'm in the shop.

My hand spreads her wetness over her pussy lips. She's teased me long enough, now it's her turn. I toy with her opening and bring my fingers up to just below her clit. Repeating the process, I taunt her as I speak.

"This tattoo's not getting finished today."

"Zeke—please..."

I know she's not begging me to finish the tattoo. My fingers continue their slow tease.

"This is what's gonna happen. I'm gonna clean you up, add a little balm to keep you soft, then wrap you up nice and tight to keep you protected."

I pause, a ghost of a smirk floats on my lips.

"Then, you can come back another day and I'll finish you off."

I flick her clit and let my words hang to see if she catches on. Her desperate cry confirms it.

"No. Zeke, please."

"So needy,” I tut.

I'm enjoying this too much. I rub circles over her clit, her legs are tensing and I know she's close.

I lean in and whisper into her ear, "Sit up, little devil."

She groans thinking she's not going to cum today. Honestly, I could do this bit with her lying down but I want any excuse for a full frontal view.

"Arm up, let me see."

As she moves into position, her tits bounce under my gaze. Her legs are still spread, an open invitation if I decide to take it.

"Keep playing with yourself while I cover this up."

She barely needed the direction, her hand was already there, dipping inside her wet cunt.

I grab a fresh cloth and wipe away the excess, willing my concentration to stay on her inked skin. I apply the balm, her breathing becoming ragged. I just about manage to prepare the second skin without chopping my fingers off and apply it to her side.

"Zeke, I'm so fucking close. I need you."

"Eyes on me, little devil. I want to see your face when you cum."

She lowers her arm and opens her mouth. What I would do to feel the back of her throat. Would she let me?

She holds her breath, goes silent and looks at me as though she's in pain but I know she's about to let go.

I snap my gloves off and pull off my jeans as she’s crashing from her orgasm. My eyes never leave hers.

“Such a brat. Now you have two choices...”

I fist my cock in front of her, silently letting her know what she’s in for.

“Option one, you get off my chair, put your clothes back on and leave. Option two, you open that pretty mouth, and wrap your lips around my cock.”

She smirks at me, and opens her mouth wide. She’s going be the death of me.

I lower the footrest down and she scoots forward, dropping her feet to the floor with legs apart.

I position myself between her legs, grab her jaw and tilt her head back. I spit in her mouth and rub my saliva over her tongue with my thumb.

She groans; what an exquisite sound.

I take my cock and slap it against her tongue. Fuck, that feels good.

"Suck,” I instruct.

She does so obligingly, taking my cock between her lips and sucking me in, making her cheeks hollow. She dips her head and moves her hands to take my length.

"Ah-ah, no hands,” I demand.

She grins around me and takes me deep, my tip hitting her tonsils.

I drop my head back with the pure ecstasy of her mouth, steadying myself with a hand in her hair.

She sucks, slobbers and gags; the sound of her efforts reverberating around the small room.

Damn, this woman. She could have just texted me.

I'm getting close but I'm not ready to cum yet. Images flick through my head of how I want to mark her.

I reluctantly pull myself out of her mouth and demand she bend over the chair.

With her feet planted on the ground, she rests her chest and arms as low as possible on the footrest.

The sight of her spread open for me makes me want to explode. I run my tip up the length of her pussy, coating her cum over her lips and my cock. I can't help but push my tip over her ass, precum beading at the thought of how tight she'd be there.

"Zeke, please, fuck me,” she begs, bringing me back.

I so desperately want to ram myself into her up to the hilt but I'm a gentleman and I slide into her cunt slowly, letting her walls draw me in.

She groans at the intrusion and pushes her ass back. I know I won't last long.

I watch my cock slide in and out of her, stretching her pussy.

"You strike me as the kind of brat who walks around with a vibrator in her purse,” I muse.

She giggles.

"Tell me I'm wrong."

"Well yeah, what do you want me to do about it?"

The way I want to grab her around the throat right now is killing me but I don't think we're there yet.

"I want you to reach down and get it."

Without hesitation she reaches into her bag and pulls out what looks like lipstick. She presses a button and the small vibrations give it away. Before I can direct her further, she's already pressed the small device to her clit.

I grab her hips, anchoring us together as I pick up my pace. My balls tighten at the feel of her cunt clamping down on me.

The sound of skin slapping mixes with her moans as she works the vibrator over her swollen pussy. She pushes up onto her tiptoes, angling her ass higher.

"Fuck, Zeke, I'm going to cum!" she shrieks.

I pull out just in time as ropes of hot, white liquid splatter over her skin.

Her pussy pulses as she rides out her orgasm, vibrator still held tight in place.

I groan at the sight of her cum leaking from her hole and can't help myself from mixing our release over her lips, ass and cheeks.

I shudder from the unexpected pleasure she’s just ripped out of me and go to grab my jeans.

She stands up, looking flushed and satisfied, clearly enjoying the fact her afternoon went to plan.

"I'd show you where the bathroom is but I like the idea of you walking home like that," I quip.

"Maybe cum in my ass next time..."

Good lord. I'm not sure I'm ready for her next session.