“Sure I can’t interest you in some ink?” I ask as I press closer to her to whisper in her ear. “I could do a little tire to commemorate this project.”
“No other customers?” she asks in a shaking voice as I watch the shiver climb up her body. With my height, I can look down and see the hard nipples pressing against her dress as well as a hint of her sweet cleavage.
“Not for a while,” I reply, lost in the sight. “Come, have a seat.” The girls are too busy laughing to talk now and Penelope looks over to see her friend leaning forward in front of Trinity, bare from the waist up. “That’s probably going to take a little time.” I lead her to my area and offer for her to sit down, watching her skirt climb as she did. “If you were to get something, what would it be?”
“Perhaps something representing strength,” she tells me as I look at her. “It takes a lot to get where you want in this world.” Penelope’s voice is low and I sit down and roll closer to her. I think this girl has some grit to her after all.
“That it does,” I agree as I lean against the leather, just beside her ass on the seat. “I like tattoos that mean something.”
“Do yours?” she asks as she looks over my arms slowly, pressing her hands into her lap.
“Every last one.” My skin tells a story about how my parents divorced when I was seven. The ink gets the emotions out of me and reminds me every day of the hardships in my life as well as the successes.
“It looks like some people just throw anything on their skin,” I say, “but I think it through and wait for my best artists to do the work.”
I inch my hand out to touch her bare skin, watching Penelope tense before she let out a long breath. Her lips part and she swallows. I start to move my hand, knowing that I need to touch her. Penelope looks at me as she drops her hands to her sides, touching my arm that rest beside her.
“If I were to get a tattoo, I have always liked the idea of something celestial. A moon that shows how bright the world is at night and that there is hope out there.” Penelope shrugs and I picture it in my head.
“A full moon with stars twinkling beside it. Not huge but good detail,” I muse as she looks at me. “I like the night as well. I think I do better work then.”
“I work late a lot for the same reason.” I know that before she even told me and I reach for my sketch pad. Penelope doesn’t say anything as I draw my idea and hold it up for her to see.
“I’d make the sky that dark indigo color and the moon a light yellow with a hint of orange. Maybe just make the stars a pale white.”
She smiles as she looks it over and I raise an eyebrow at her.
CHAPTER 7
PENELOPE
I am face down on his horizontal tattoo station, my dress straps are around my elbows and I am breathing deeply. I shake my head slowly as I look at the floor.
Tanner talked me into this tattoo on my shoulder where I could choose who sees it. It is a gorgeous drawing though. I tense as he cleans my skin, careful to keep the dress covering my breasts. He explained that the straps needed to be moved and I managed that before lying down so he could manipulate it a little lower.
“Is this going to hurt?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says with a chuckle
He finishes and I close my eyes as I try not to think about my dress bunched around my thighs. I kicked off the heels earlier and crossed my legs, trying to appear casual even though I am tense. I jump as I feel his hand on my calf, rubbing slowly as he massages my skin.
“You need to relax, Penelope. I am going to take good care of you.”
His hands are hot and soothing all at once and I take a slow breath. It isn’t just the tattoo that has me worked up here and I look at the floor again.
My pussy aches for his touch as he strokes me and I part my legs to give him more room. He sucks in his breath and slides his hand up slowly as I let out a long sigh. I know that I am facing anyone who might come back here and it wouldn’t be too obvious what is going on but still, this is risky.
There are the sounds of tattoo guns, music and voices around us as he starts to speak, but I heard him clearly. “We should keep this all business but it stopped being that for me from the moment I saw you. I want to slide my hand up and touch you. Fuck you with my fingers until you’re relaxed so I can mark you,” His words were so domineering and I felt his finger tickling the back of my knee. “I want to finish this tattoo and take you home with me, Penelope. I want you every way that you’ll give yourself to me even though you might think that’s wrong.”
I came not that long ago, but I’m ready for more. I shift my body around as he starts to make the slow descent up my inner thigh. The heat he causes burns my skin as I shiver, unable to fight this anymore. He finds the lace of my new underwear and pushes past them. He holds me with his eyes as he runs his fingers along my wet folds. I gasp as he inserts a finger and then a second finger inside of me.