My hair had always been my favourite feature, so I decided to wear it down to give me more confidence. My hair was like a veil that hung to the waistband of my trousers and I was fortunate that my dad had never let anyone cut my hair as a child. My straight black hair, blue eyes and tanned skin made me look almost oriental. I’d never used my looks to get anything before but today I was going to use what God had given me, to get my foot through the door. For the second time in 24 hours, I looked at my reflection with apprehension but this time I was being myself and liked what I saw. If I were told ‘no’ dressed like this, at least I had my armour to fight back. My armour also included my personal designs that covered most of my upper body telling a story, my story which I was proud of. I picked up my keys along with my portfolio and walked out of the door ready to get my dream job.
Spike
“Spike!” The Prospect shouted through the curtain. I ignored the little shit. He’d pissed me off yesterday by sending a potential employee away. I needed someone to start immediately as I was snowed under with running the shop and running errands for the club. “Spike!” He shouted again.
“Sorry man, I better see what that little shit want’s.” I stopped Bear’s tattoo and got up from my chair. “No worries, I’m not exactly going anywhere.” Bear said as he lay on his front sprawled out like a starfish.
Throwing my gloves into the bin, I slowly walked to the reception area. Pulling the curtain back I noticed Jimmy drawling over a customer. I clipped him around the head, “Stop being so fucking rude and move out the way.” Jimmy mumbled something under his breath before disappearing into the backroom. I turned to face the customer and that’s when I got a proper look at the girl standing at the reception desk. She was beautiful. Not your typical beauty but she certainly made my cock twitch. She had long black hair and piercing blue eyes that looked like they could see straight into your soul. Not a place I wanted her to see into!
I noticed her tattooed arms and chest and that her designs were feminine and suited her small frame well. Some tattoos make women look butch but not this one. I realised that I was staring and didn’t want to come across as an arse. I was about to speak when she offered her hand, “Hi I’m Harlow, nice to meet you. Are you the manager?” She asked looking at me with those beautiful eyes. I noticed that she was clutching a folder close to her ample chest. “What’s in the folder?” I asked her curiously. I wasn’t in the habit of stating who I was before I knew what the person wanted.
“Oh sorry, I’m here about the job you have advertised in the window. I brought my designs to show you what I can do.” As she spoke she placed the leather bound folder on the counter. “I’ve also got all the relevant paperwork.” I flicked through her drawings noticing her talent. Her designs were creative and different to the usual shit I see. She was starting to intrigue me.
“Who did the designs on your body?” I asked as she ran her hand up and down her arm looking at the designs, “I drew them and a friend inked me.” The way she said friend peeked my interest but I didn’t have time for this shit as I was in the middle of a tattoo.
“Look, I will be totally straight with you. This club is owned by the Aces and you’ll be working on bikers?” I folded my arms and looked at her studying her beautiful face which gave absolutely nothing away. “They curse and they’re rude, is this really the place you want to work?” I thought she would run for the hills, although I was hoping she wouldn’t because a piece of eye candy around the place would bring in more customers. Her face lit up showing a line of perfect white teeth, “Yes, I’ve dreamt of this.” She said excitedly.
Her response took me by surprise but I needed to make a few things clear, “I don’t want any dramas brought to my shop or ideas of running away with any of my Brothers.” I stood there with my hands on my hips assessing her reaction further. She was still smiling with her pleading eyes. “Well, I can’t be any clearer than that and if that hasn’t put you off then great. Come in and finish off Bears tattoo, then we’ll see how you get on.”
Harlow followed me into the back room and I noticed her assessing the decor. It wasn’t much, the shop was minimalist and I liked it that way so there was less to clean. We had three tattoo chairs positioned around the room containing individual work areas. The colour theme was black and white which made it easier to decorate and gave it an almost sterile feel.
Bear was lying on his front in the furthest chair in my work area. He looked like he was asleep. “Bear, I’ve got a special treat for you man!” I shouted across the room. Bear opened one eye and a smile spread across his face. “Hello beautiful. Have you come to suck me off whilst Spike finishes my tattoo?” Harlow approached the workstation slowly, swinging her hips provocatively, “Not likely old man, lay back down and you may feel my tits rubbing on your back whilst I finish your tattoo.” She gave me a wink and put the latex gloves on, letting the material smack against her wrist before flexing her fingers and positioning herself over him. Bear was gobsmacked and quickly settled down. She will fit in perfectly!