The women I'd worked on so far today were as flirtatious as always but they weren't Penelope. I am just leaving my area that is specifically off to the side so I could have some privacy but still hear the goings on of the shop. When I heard Trinity greet Mollie and then the surprise in her voice as she says hello to someone else.
Who is it? I turn my head to see Mollie, the familiar friend of Trinity's, but then my eyes settle on a blonde standing beside her. All my blood races to my cock as I slowly take in Penelope, her eyes locking on mine for a long moment.
She is wearing a little black dress that clings to her tits and waist before moving easily against her body mid-thigh. Her hair is styled into a messy look and her eyes lined with dark makeup. This is not the Penelope from earlier.
"Tanner, Pen here tells me that I'm your photographer for the new tire ads. I thought we could all discuss it over my tattoo," Mollie greets me with a knowing smile as I frown at her. Mollie is shooting the ad? I glance between her and Penelope quickly, noticing the fact that they are friends as Trinity glances back at me.
"At least I know the shots will be good," I reply as Mollie smirks at me. Trinity calls her back to her area and I stalk the blonde as she stares warily at me.
"How about you, Penelope? Are you looking to get anything done tonight?" Without Mollie by her side, Penelope looks a little nervous as she watches me lean over the counter, oblivious to any other customers in the lobby.
"A tattoo? No. I would never," she stammers as heat washes over her edgy, gorgeous face. That liner really makes her eyes pop and the pink flush brings them out even more. "Mollie thought we could talk about the ad tonight."
"You don't strike me as the kind of girl to work out of your pristine office, Penelope." I lift part of the counter and nod for her to come inside as she glances around shyly. I can feel eyes on us as she walks forward but all I can see is her toned legs in that little skirt, ending in a heel higher than the one that she was wearing earlier.
Fuck me running.
I let her pass by me as my body responds eagerly, I am not even sure what I am going to do with her. Could we really talk business in this shop?
"It was Mollie's idea before we go out to dinner," Penelope responds as she pauses and looks around. The way we are set up in here was that Trinity was across from me but my section was a little more private than everyone else's was. I could talk to anyone around me, but to see me they would have to walk in. If I am doing a tattoo on Penelope, we could talk and work all at once. The staff would get a kick out of the ideas since they'd been teasing me about my new modeling career.
"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.
He fills me with his fingers and touches me with the hard stroke I need. He tells me to pull up my dress a little more. I bite my lip to hold in the moan as his finger finds my clit, stroking it as he moves inside of me. I do, mortified by my willingness. His free hand climbs up my body to cup my breast as I lift away from the seat, playing with my nipple as my eyes close.
"Mm-mm," I quietly moan as I memorize the sensation of this man touching me.
"You're going to come," Tanner says in a low voice, with a hint of a growl, "and then I am going to do this tattoo on you, Penelope. Then we're going to my place so I can fuck you the way that I've been wanting to since I met you. You do things to me that I can't ignore." Tanner curls his fingers inside of me and I shake before releasing, a scream in the back of my throat as he squeezes my breast hard.
"That's my girl," he leans in to kiss my lips and whispers across them as he pulls away. "You can scream my name later."
I drop against the leather, breathing deeply. I fix my dress and my underwear Tanner gets up to wash his hands.