Tattoos and Transformations

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “Morgan, I need to lean against the headboard so I have a better angle to suck on Clint’s cock.” She scooted backward and Morgan dropped between her legs.

  With her back supported, her hands were free to make love to Clint’s glorious dick. She grabbed his shaft and pulled him toward her mouth. He balanced on one knee and placed one hand on the wall behind her. When she opened her mouth to draw him in, she also cupped his balls and squeezed. They were as hard as the granite slab up on the mountain ridge.

  Moving slowly, she lowered her head and increased the suction.

  Clint growled and pressed his cock farther into her mouth. Morgan must have gotten tired of waiting because he pressed his thumbs into her thighs and stabbed his tongue into her pussy. A powerful electric current streaked up her body. Her breath caught. She must have reacted by tightening down on Clint’s cock because he palmed her head.

  “Easy, darlin’.”

  She loosened her grip. The second she relaxed, Morgan went on the attack again. Instead of just licking her, he threaded two fingers 112

  into her pussy and curled his fingers. The pressure ignited more nerves. She dragged her heels up to her butt and lifted to give Morgan more access. He withdrew the tempting fingers, opened his mouth wide, and sucked hard on her wet, creamy pussy. His tongue flicked her clit, making her juices flow. She wiggled and bucked in dire need of something more.

  Clint reached over and slid his hand under her bra cup and pressed down on her nipple. Shards of delight raced through her. The lust filling her overwhelmed her senses.

  “I want a cock.”

  Clint pressed his cock farther into her mouth. “Take mine.” That was not what she meant, but she’d enjoyed what she had.

  Her left hand tightened its hold and lifted up and down while her mouth played with the tip. Clint placed his other knee on the bed and cupped the back of her head. She swallowed to take in more of his thick cock. Both her mouth and hand went to work trying to push him over the edge. From his groans and moans he was close.

  Morgan slid a hand under her ass to support her. His tongue increased in speed and matched her rhythm with Clint. Just as she squeezed him tight, he drove into her mouth and stilled. His cock enlarged. Hot jism beads coated the back of her throat. She tilted her head back to be able to swallow his salty cum.

  Clint didn’t move, but Morgan sure did. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and stabbed them into and out of her, making her more desperate with each thrust.

  Her moans increased and Clint must have taken mercy on her. He slipped off the bed. Morgan stopped the wonderful finger-fucking and drew up alongside her. He kissed her hard at first then slowed, taking his time now that Clint was not there.

  Morgan nibbled on her bottom lip. “I want you to ride me.” She never could turn down a request like that. “Okay.” Morgan scooted on his elbows and picked up a condom off the bed. He had it ripped open and covering his cock in two seconds.

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  Then he rolled her on top of him. He dragged his hands up her back and through her hair. “I want you.”

  His plea nearly took her over the edge. She got on her knees and sat on his fat cock. Her juices made both of them slick as she rubbed back and forth.

  Morgan clasped her waist.

  “Lift up.”

  She did and he picked up his cock and placed the tip at her opening. If she’d not been so turned-on, she would have slid down slowly. Instead, she drove his cock into her hard, causing her entire pussy to burst into flames. As soon as the pulses stopped beating, she lifted onto her knees and slid back down. Morgan pressed his thumb against her clit and spikes of rioting pleasure blasted her.

  She was so focused on fucking Morgan that she didn’t hear Clint return until the bed dipped behind her. His hands clasped over her tits and his lips found her shoulder. “Can you bend over a bit more?” He’d probably been gone only a minute or two, yet his cock was almost hard again. She’d never be able to keep up with these two. She did as he asked, and Morgan removed his hand. Even though he wasn’t thrumming on her little nub, the change in angle got her clit more involved.

  Clint removed his hands. A jar opened. It was the same smell as the lube he’d used before. She tensed her ass. “Are you going to come in my ass?”

  “No, darlin’. You’re not ready, but I want to play with it.” She liked that idea. Having Morgan’s dick in her pussy was enough for her right now. When Clint slathered the goo on her hole, memories of the dildo slammed through her. “Do you have that other fake one?”

  “Sure, darlin’. I can get that for you.”

  “Yes, please.”

  She rode Morgan for all he was worth, thrilled at the way he closed his eyes and grunted with each thrust.

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  “Babe, you’re killing me.”

  That was probably because she kept stopping to talk to Clint.

  Morgan’s hand came up to her hips. “Let me do the moving. That way Clint can put that plug in you.”

  The first of Morgan’s thrusts electrified her. Between her clit rubbing against his large cock and his powerful cock inside her, her pussy was being heated up beyond her wildest dreams. Then lubed fingers delved into her ass. The combination shot her to another world.

  Clint drove his finger into her, making that tight ring give up its tension. Once her ass accepted his probing, he withdrew and pressed the fake cock against her hole. It only took a few twists and turns to get the dildo to pop past the tight sentry. Maybe it was because her pussy was so engaged at the moment that she willingly accepted the addition. Using tiny back-and-forth thrusts, the dildo made its way inside. As soon as it got to the end, Morgan’s cock seemed larger.

  He must have sensed her dilemma for his fucking slowed, and then stopped. Maybe her eyes had glassed over. “Taking my time is killing me. Is that thing in her ass yet?” Clint leaned over her back. “Yes.”

  Morgan gripped her hips harder and drove into her. He opened his eyes, but they lacked focus. His breaths came out fast as he increased his speed. Clint had one hand on the dildo, pulling and pushing into her ass while his other hand squeezed and plucked one nipple then the other. The swollen, engorged tips radiated pleasurable pain. The three-way sensations made her body sizzle with electrifying chaos.

  Every nerve lit on fire and her climax neared the breaking point.

  Clint’s chest pressed against her back and he ran a tongue along her ear. “I love you.”

  Her heart stopped for a second until she realized he must have said that in the heat of passion. Either her mouth was too dry to respond or the return words wouldn’t form despite the truth.

  “Come on, babe. Come for me.” Morgan’s desperate plea drew her back to the thrill pulsating up her pussy.

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  Delicious flames of desire wrapped around her. She pressed down on his cock over and over again, loving his cries of passion each time she milked him. Clint moved the dildo in a different direction, hitting a slew of new erotic spots. Morgan packed her full and she couldn’t hang on. Her orgasm toppled her, sweeping her away. She lifted her head and let out a guttural cry. Morgan’s cock exploded a second later.

  Heat filled her. Clint held the dildo at the end and sucked hard on her shoulder. Blood continued to pound in her head, and she had to gulp in air to catch her breath.

  A minute or more went by before Clint withdrew the fake cock.

  She lifted off Morgan and dropped to the side. Only Clint seemed able to stand. He returned with two towels. He tossed one onto Morgan’s stomach and cleaned her up.

  “I need a moment before I move.”

  Morgan rolled his head in her direction. “You can stay forever if you like.”

  Once more she tamped down her thrill. It was just a saying.

  Morgan lifted on his elbow. “So. What did you need to talk to me about?”

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  Chapter Twelve

  Morgan sat u
p. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He wasn’t angry per se, but the unexpected news seemed to throw him.

  “I just found out today. This was my first day at the job.” He looped an errant hair behind her ear. “Sorry, babe. Tell me what happened.”

  “Harley isn’t stealing from you, but he is from the customers.” She detailed how he’d overcharge the customers, put the correct amount in the till, and pocketed the rest. “He said some of the customers don’t tip well, and to ensure he got what was due him, he’d charge more.”

  “Didn’t the customers complain? The prices are listed.”

  “Harley would always add a bit of extra color or do something that looked somewhat fancier than they asked for. I only saw him do it to two people, so maybe it doesn’t happen all the time.” Clint sat on the edge of the bed. “Why not install a hidden camera? That way, you’ll have documentation.” His eyes brightened. “Good idea. You know anyone who does surveillance?”

  “Travis Easton does. He’s a good guy. You want me to contact him?”

  “Sure. He’ll need to install it at night, though. We don’t want Harley to know.”

  Clint smiled. “There’s nothing Travis likes more than catching the bad guys. No problem. I’ll give him a call. The guy never sleeps.”

  “Tell him the company lawyer contacted you because he heard

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  you talking ’bout Travis and he wanted only the best.”

  “Sure, but we can trust Travis to keep his mouth shut.”

  “See if you can avoid leaking my name.”

  Clint nodded, got up, and scavenged through two pairs of pants to find his phone. He waved his cell and disappeared into the hall. When he came back he was smiling. “All set. I said I’d meet him with the key to get in. He’ll install something tomorrow night.”

  “Good.” Morgan faced her. “I don’t want you saying anything to Harley.”

  “I might have to ask if I should add money, too.”

  “Okay, but be careful.”

  She leaned over and kissed him. “I love it when you fuss over my safety.”

  His jaw clenched. “I’ll never let anything bad happened to you.” His intensity took her by surprise. Just a week ago, he wanted nothing to do with her. Now he wanted to be in her life. Men. She’d never understand them.

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  Dakota’s pits were wet as she hiked over to D’Ink Coda on Wednesday. The tightness in her chest wouldn’t go away. Clint had assured her that Travis had installed three hidden cameras last night.

  One was pointed at the register and one at each of the two chairs in the main room.

  She’d brought some of her drawings, thinking that a new influx of designs would help the store. When she entered, Harley was working on a young girl who reminded her too much of herself. She had several face piercings and jet-black, spiked hair with blue tips. The intense makeup made her look like she was getting ready to go on stage. She wondered if that was how Morgan would have described her a month ago.

  “Hey, Harley.” She tried to keep her tone light.

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  He glanced up. “Dakota. I scheduled a 7:00 p.m. appointment for you.”

  That was nice of him. “Thanks.”

  She worked from six to nine and could probably handle three quick tattoos or one more-complicated one in that time. The bell rang and three giggly girls, who didn’t look much older than eighteen, came in. They walked around the store, whispering over some of the more erotic designs.

  “May I help you?”

  “No. We’re just looking.”

  She understood the curiosity. Before she got her first tattoo, she’d come in here several times before drawing the design herself of what she wanted. Then she spent weeks trying to get the courage to get it done.

  While she waited for her customer, she cleaned up the area and familiarized herself with where he kept everything. The booklet containing possible designs was not well organized. Harley had gotten sloppy in his old age.

  He finished with his client just as her seven-o’clock appointment walked in. The man wanted a tattoo of a snake on the top of his thigh.

  Because he’d have to remove his pants, she led him into the back room. Unfortunately, she couldn’t hear what Harley charged his customer. She prayed the surveillance equipment was good enough to pick up sound.

  It took her a little more than an hour to finish her job. She charged him the amount quoted on the sheet, but she caught Harley’s glance.

  The man tipped her five dollars. Being a waitress would have gotten her a better tip.

  “Should have added on your tip.”

  She shrugged. “Maybe he wasn’t satisfied with the result.”

  “An extra five or ten here and there never hurts.”

  “I don’t like to steal from customers.” His hand clenched, but she pushed aside his concern. Morgan had said not to incite Harley, but

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  she never let a wrong go unnoticed.

  “It’s called getting paid for my hard work. If they don’t like what I charge, they can go elsewhere.”

  “We’re the only tattoo parlor in town.”

  “My point exactly.”

  She busied herself with putting the inks away. “You can do what you want, but that doesn’t mean I have to.”

  “I couldn’t agree more. If you don’t like it, talk to the owner.” Blood rushed to her head. “You know who the owner is?”

  “No, which makes it kind of hard for you to talk to him, don’t you think?”

  Smart-ass. “Let’s hope no one comes back to complain.” Two more people wandered in. Given that they looked alike, she’d say they were sisters.

  The taller one approached. “Dalia and I want matching smiley faces right here.” She pointed to a spot above her hip.

  “No problem. Harley, you want to take one?”

  “Sure.” He smiled at the young woman.

  They both sat down, and she and Harley got to work. He made the two transfers and handed her one.

  The design was only one inch in diameter and done in black and yellow. He finished before she did, but Dakota was determined to make even this tiny design perfect. “There you go.” She placed a bandage on top and handed her the aftercare instructions.

  When the first sister got to the register, Harley told her it would be fifty-five dollars, which was five more than the listed price. It was doubtful either woman knew the going rate. So as not to cause more problems, she let Harley ring up her client, too.

  He handed her the extra five dollars. She almost didn’t feel too bad because neither woman had tipped. They probably didn’t know that a tip was appropriate.

  Harley put away his gear and put the Closed sign on the door. “Do you understand why I jacked up the price? I knew those two wouldn’t 120

  cough up an extra dime as a thank-you.”

  They’d been well dressed, so there was no way he could have known. Besides, wrong was wrong. “Sure.” On her way home, her stomach wouldn’t stop churning. Yes, Harley was stealing, but it wasn’t all that much from each customer.

  She wished she could warn the old man about the cameras. He needed to know that his livelihood was in jeopardy if he didn’t clean up his act. Maybe Morgan’s lawyer could stop by and give him a subtle warning. Perhaps he could say his sister had come in for a tattoo and thought she’d been ripped off. Harley might listen in that case.

  She called Morgan to update him on Harley’s continued abuse of the system. Actually, she wanted to call him to hear the rich timbre of his voice. When he didn’t answer, she left a message. By the time she took her shower and crawled into bed, her body was exhausted. She did love doing the tattoos, but tomorrow she had to focus on painting.

  She had five days before she returned to D’Ink Coda.

  Over the next week, she accepted two commissioned pieces. One was from a woman who brought in a picture of her daughter.

  “I’m afraid our Stella passed last yea
r and I would love to have a portrait of her. Can you paint something from a photo?” The tears in the woman’s eyes tore her up. “Absolutely. In fact, most of the paintings you see are from photos. I’ll make sure she looks as lovely as this picture.” Dakota really wanted to make her image beautiful. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose a daughter.

  “Thank you.”

  The next customer who came in asked if she could do a portrait of her dog and handed Dakota several photos. Unfortunately, they were either blurry or uninteresting. “How about if I come out and take pictures of Zeus?” The little mutt was adorable, but it was hard to see the definition in black dog’s faces unless the lighting was just right.

  “That would be wonderful.”

  Dakota set up a time to do the shoot. Since she’d promised to get

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  this done in the next two weeks, she’d be mega busy. Clint had called and said he had to go out of town for a few days for a landscape consultation. He seemed thrilled to be invited.

  “Call me if you get a chance.” She didn’t want to sound needy, but she’d come to rely on talking with at least one of them each night.

  “You gonna miss me?”

  She laughed. His ego was one of the things she loved the most about him. “Totally. I want you to picture me naked, with my legs spread, moaning and groaning, begging you to fuck me.”

  “Darlin’, I’m not sure I can go with that image burned in my brain.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” Having phone sex only made her hornier.

  “I gotta go. Be safe, you hear?”

  “I probably won’t be leaving the studio much except to get food and shoot a few pictures of a dog.”

  After she disconnected, she felt a bit out of sorts. Knowing that Morgan and Clint were near gave her a sense of security. Given her time constraint, she had no time to waste. Pushing aside her erotic thoughts of Clint, she sketched the outline of the woman’s daughter.

  Because the young woman had beautiful eyes, Dakota decided to play up that feature by having a sunbeam stream in and strike her face at eye level. It wouldn’t quite match reality, but it would be a nice touch.