by Hilary Storm
"You could say that, but you know I have to get that cardio in every once in a while." She knows I don't do cardio in here, and I'm sure the smile on my face tells her exactly what I mean.
"Damn Jake, I hope you wrap that thing up."
"Come on now, Miranda. You know this! Safety first!"
"So you say." She rolls her eyes, then out of spite, slaps the shit out of my back, laughing as she walks away. Fuck.
If I had my way, I'd throw her ass over this bench and rip those tight little Spandex pants right off her. Good thing for her, I don't mix fucking with my gym. This place is my sanctuary; well, one of the two. The gym and home are the only places that pussy takes a backseat.
I finish quickly; it's easy to do that when you have the whole place to yourself. Tossing my bag in the front seat, I smile at Miranda through the window as she shakes her head at me. I know she'd fuck me. Maybe one day I'll have to make an exception to that rule of mine, or I could always bring her ass outside. The thought of that makes my smile even larger and her cheeks blush. I decide to quit tormenting her and get in the truck to go home.
"Brutus, wake your ass up!" I swear I have the worst guard dog ever. He could sleep through a damn freight train running through the house. I wouldn't trade him for the world though.
"Load up," I say to Brutus and on cue he is up and headed to the garage door. He runs straight to the driver's side door and then into the cab of my truck with ease once I open the door.
"Today, Uncle Tyler gets Brutus duty! Maybe he'll learn to stay out of Dad's business." I love my morning chats with Brutus on the way to the shop. He never argues and always listens. He sits up in the seat and loves every moment he's on the go with me, but the second I pull into the shop, he's ready to get out. This is his favorite place to be.
"What’s up, Bossman?" Tyler meets me as I step out of the truck.
"You brought the beefcake!"
"Yea, you're on duty today. He needs a bath. Don't forget to wash his balls."
"What?"
"Well, since you feel like you need to try to see mine, I figured I'd bring you a set you can see real close."
"Awe man, I was just letting you know the shop was shut down and to see if I needed to do anything else. By the way, it looks like you had everything under control! I hope one day I can pull in the ass like you can, Bro."
"Stop putting the pussy on a pedestal then. You Sir, get way too vested. You meet one and try to make that Bitch your world. You wanna know my secret, Ty? Be Honest. Nothing more. They wanna fuck. If I want to fuck 'em, I will. Simple as that!" I can see that I hurt his feelings by calling him out, but the kid has got to learn somehow. Washing Brutus' balls is a great place to start.
"Is Rikki here?"
"She's at the front counter."
"Cool. Well, you pull Brutus duty today like I said. Once you finish, find something to clean back here. Keys are in the truck, you can detail it if you run out of shit to do."
I slip past Martin and the girl he's already working on. I catch a glimpse of the back piece he's got stenciled on her before I walk past. That guy has mega talent, but he's not much for personality. I know he's here to work and I don't have to worry about him getting personal with any of the clients. He's one of my special guest tattoo artists. I always open up a space for a special feature in the shop monthly and he was an easy choice. His work is insane and the spots filled quickly when I announced he'd be in the shop.
"What’s up, lady?"
"Jesus Jake, you scared the shit outta me!"
"Thanks for taking Brutus to the vet, I really appreciate you doing that."
"Anything for Brutus," she replies.
I swear these people like that damn dog more than me, but I guess that’s ok. I feel the same way about them most of the time.
"Well, I'm going to get set up for my client, pretty sure she'll be in soon. Just send her back when she gets here. What’s her name again? You know me and names."
"Haha, yes I do! How many weeks was it before you knew mine?"
"Hey now, I told you when I hired you that I was terrible with names. I did remember yours way faster than Tyler’s. I'm pretty sure he thought his name was 'hey you' for a few months."
"Her name is Brianna, looks like she's the only one on the schedule for you today, it must be a big piece."
"She's getting that owl chest piece I've been working on. Now we just have to see if she can sit through it."
"Oh my God, I soooo wanted that piece for me! Does she even deserve a piece like that?"
"Clients come here for badass pieces, of course she does. Besides that, she booked the whole day, so that means she paid in advance! I love those kind of clients! Just send her back when she gets here, and be nice!”
"I am always nice!" Rikki bats her eyes at me as I start to walk away.
"I know this, but a friendly reminder never hurts anyone. Oh yeah, you're in charge today if anyone asks. Text me if you need anything, but the light will be on, so no interruptions." Some of these assholes around here forget these things.
"It’s not my first day, damnit,” she says, with a giant smile on her face. "Tyler... I love that kid to death, but damn he can’t keep his mouth shut! It's. All. Fucking. Day."
"This is why you're the shop manager, Babe. Keep the guys in line today as well please. If they aren’t tattooing, make sure they're drawing something. Keeps them outta trouble."
“Yes Sir!” She salutes me. "I'll have their asses busy, don't you worry. This schedule is packed."
I honestly couldn't ask for a better staff, it’s like a family in here.
I work on the last touches for the artwork on this next client. I'm focused and deep into my work when I hear the knock on the door. Lifting my head up from my drawing, I immediately have to do a double take. I'm one lucky son of a bitch because she is drop dead gorgeous. All five foot of her tiny, Asian, hot body.
"Hi, Come on in! I'm Jake, it's great to meet you!" I extend my hand to shake hers and she immediately wraps me in a hug. I can't help but let out a little laugh as she squeezes as hard as her little arms can.
"Well, someone sure is happy to see me!"
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry! I'm just so excited to finally be here. I've been waiting 6 six weeks for this appointment. You tattooed a badass sleeve on my roommate and I can’t wait to see what you have drawn up for me!"
"Well here it is, I just added a few rays of light coming from behind the owl just now, what do you think?" I can already tell she loves it. The expression on her face gives that much away.
"It’s perfect! I love it!"
"Alright, then lets get this stencil on you so we can get started." No sooner do those words come out of my mouth and she rips open her pearl snap shirt, no bra, just two of the most amazing tits I've ever seen.
Fuck, I love my job.
"Oh my God! That's cold!" Her squeals fill the room as I start to rub on the stencil cream. Immediately her nipples are erect and catching my attention.
"Sorry. I should've warned ya about that part. Just try to stand straight right there while I set this stencil." I set it perfectly. Gorgeous tits can't be a distraction in my line of work.
"Ok, I think it looks perfect. What do you think?"
"I love it!"
"Ok. Let’s get this started." I can see she has some work already, so I'm hopeful she knows how to sit during a tattoo.
I turn on some music and focus on the art that will be a permanent part of this girl. I take this job seriously, for that very reason.
Time passes quickly and before I know it, all the line work is about to be finished up and she hasn't moved once. Why can't all clients be like this?
"Do you need a break?"
"Nope! Let's knock this thing out!"
"Right on!" She makes me laugh a little as I think how funny it is to hear her saying this, while sitting here topless as we bang out this chest piece.
"I wish everyone sat as well as you do."
"You are light handed, so I can handle it." I'm starting to shade her tattoo now.
Her hand randomly drops into my lap and brushes across my crotch. I stop and look at her and give her time to move it off as she blushes. This is work, I don't shit where I eat. I can't let her distract me from giving her anything but perfection. This is how I am with all the clients.
"Oh. Sorry."
"No worries, those things happen." I work to finish the final touches of her dope ass chest piece and before long, it's done.
"Alright, that should do it! Take a look and tell me what ya think?"
"Holy shit! It's fuckin amazing! I love love love it!" She starts to turn to give me a hug and I have to stop her.
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Let's get this wrapped up so you don't get anything on that beautiful piece, then I'll take that hug… deal?" She nods as she continues to look at herself in the mirror. It's the look on her face that makes the long hours worth it.
She begins to put on her shirt after I get her wrapped. I take one last glance at her tits, before that last button gets snapped.
"Is it really 10 o'clock already?"
"Looks like it."
"Would you mind walking me out to my car? I can't believe I made it that long! The longest I've ever made it before was like five hours, but you have such a gentle touch, it made time fly by."
"Well thank you, and of course I'll walk you to your car. Thank you for being such a trooper and sitting still for it all. Just promise me that you'll be back when it's all healed so I can get some pics for my portfolio. This is for sure one of my favorite chest pieces I've ever done."
"I promise,” She lets out a small squeal as she picks up her purse and the rest of her things.
As we start to head out of the room, she turns and says, "I had my roommate drop my car off in the back earlier. Is there a back door here?"
Damn, she's good. I know where this is headed. I just give her a grin and say "follow me".
I turn the alarm off and open the door to the back lot and there is her car. It's the only one out there. Brand new red BMW.
Now, being the gentleman that I am, I open the door for her and step aside as she slides right down into the black leather seat. Almost immediately, her hand grasps my shorts and she pulls me towards her.
"I think you deserve a tip for all of your time today and I won't take no for an answer." Where did the timid college girl that I just worked on go? Fuck, this is hot!
My cock starts to throb the instant she grabs my shorts. Who the hell am I to say no to a tip, especially one like this.
My button fly is no issue for her as her finger work the buttons open like a surgeon. As her hand slides in to grab my hard cock, she gasps. "Oh my!"
I can't help but to chuckle a bit. It's always entertaining to see their reactions.
"I don't know if I've ever seen one this big, yet alone ever had one in my hands. Jesus, Jake. I can't even fit my whole hand around this thing!"
She pulls it out and starts working the shaft with her small hands. Moving in with her tongue, she runs it around the head of my cock. Her mouth is so fucking warm as she slides it into her mouth. I immediately want to cum, but refrain from it just to see what she has to offer. Holy shit. She is really going to try and take all of this?
Slowly, she keeps working more and more of my shaft down her throat. She glances up as for a look of approval, then slides it back out while stroking up and down my now soaking wet cock.
"Oh my God! I didn't think I could do that," she says, looking up as now both hands are working me up and down.
"I just can’t tell you how happy I am with what you did today, so I wanted to show you."
Immediately she's back to sucking my cock, slow at first. I take her head and work it towards me a little faster and she lets out a moan. I look down and see she has one hand playing with herself.
Fuck, I don't know how much more I can take. Placing both hands on the back of her head, I guide her up and down on my shaft.
"Oh God," I let out just as I start to cum. Tasting my cum must turn her on even more because she pulls her head back to work every bit of it out, sucking harder and harder until I'm completely drained, swallowing every drop of it.
"Whoa. Ok. Ok. Jesus Christ." I pull my cock from her mouth. She takes her hands and wipes her lips, licking the juices off of her fingers.
"Mmmmm. You taste amazing! I'd love to do that anytime you need me to."
"Well, thank you, I’m glad you're happy with your tattoo. Don't forget to come back when it's all healed up, so we can get that in my portfolio."
"I will," she says, as she closes the door and pulls away.
Now that's a great ending to a good day at the office! I head in to get Brutus and make sure everything is shut down. I'm supposed to be at my brother's club. I need to hurry my ass up.
Brutus is sprawled out on the coffee table just chillin' when I go back inside. He doesn't move a muscle til I say "let's go home."
Chapter Three
I should've just told Jax that I'd check out his club another night. I'm beat tonight. Spending that much time on a piece is hard on a person.
A shower is necessary the minute I hit the door to the house. It doesn't take me long to get ready. Shaving takes up the most time, the top of my head doesn't stay smooth on its own.
My phone messages are out of control tonight, almost every one of them talking about the club. Pussy will come easy tonight. I'll just wait to see which girl I'm feeling once I get there. If I reply to any now, they'll expect me to be there just for them and I'm not trying to tie myself down tonight.
It feels like a bike night. Maybe the ride will loosen me up a little before I hit the club scene.
Pulling into the club parking lot, I instantly see that it's obvious that I've underestimated just how huge this grand opening was going to be. Parking is insane, but this is one of the many perks of riding.
After I make my own parking spot up front, I shut off the engine and the sound of music fills the night air. A heavy beat and the sounds of laughter get louder as I approach the door.
The bouncer instantly waves me forward and I think about how much it would suck to be in that huge ass line waiting to enter. Where the fuck did all of these people come from?
Damn. This place is packed. Getting in the door was the easy part, now I'm trying to make my way through the bodies. I notice the look out level on the top right away and see Jax standing front and center, watching the crowd below.
"Mr. Wilson, I have orders to take you upstairs." I nod and follow a big tittied, tight assed, hot as fuck female up the stairs. Lifting my eyes from her ass, I finally absorb the enormity of the club and the people here tonight. This place is huge. My eyes are drawn to one of the many private rooms where there are lap dances and topless waitresses.
Another area is extremely sophisticated and the men are all in business suits, while the women are wearing elegant gowns as they serve them. A glance in another direction and I can see a dive bar set up, with stools lining a massive bar. Every area is packed full of people.
We finally get to the top of the stairs and she reaches for my hand just before we reach my brother, sliding her number into my palm. The smile on my face and my wink to her may have just given her some hope that I'll actually call her. Who knows, maybe I will.
"Hey brother. You made it." Jax looks proud as hell. He should be, this is a great night for him. I can't remember the last time I saw him look this happy, it's a great look on him for a change.
A grinning slap to his back and a hand shake later, he's reaching for shots from one of the mostly naked waitresses standing at his disposal.
"Mindy, this is Jake. He gets anything he wants anytime he's here." Her shy smile contradicts the way she's dressed and that totally works for her. She leans in to me and steps on the tips of her toes to whisper in my ear. "Hopefully you decide you'd like me." Fuck. This night is about to get crazy.
She steps away, moving on to
serve drinks to a group of men behind me. Of course, my eyes follow her ass in those tiny shorts.
"Badass place you've got here." I force myself to turn to speak to my twin. There's no shortage of eye candy to look at anywhere I look anyway.
"Let me show you around. We can see everything from this top level look out. My business partner, Addi, had this club as a dream of hers and I couldn't think of a better layout myself, once we partnered up."
"It's phenomenal. I love the separate areas, it's like you have five clubs in one."
"Actually, we'll have a few more soon. We opened up with these to kind of test the clientele before we dumped money into shit that wouldn't work, but it appears all of her ideas have panned out. We'll analyze things for a couple of months and then add some additional diversity in those back areas that are closed off."
"What made you put it here when you live so far away?"
"Let's go into the office, where it's quiet."
He takes me into a very spacious office, where one wall of the room is full length windows. They must be one way windows, because I didn't notice them on the outside. The room is full of dark furniture and I can tell my brother had an influence in here. This is his style to a tee.
He moves behind a small bar and pulls out a bottle from the cabinet behind it. I know what he's pulled the second I see the bottle. Our father bought it for him when he was accepted into law school. Jax has always had a very refined taste in whiskey. At ten thousand dollars a bottle, this whiskey isn't one I drink often. I also know the fact that my brother is opening it, means there's more going on with him than he's told me. It's been almost two years since I’ve had a real conversation with him. Sure, we both are there during the holidays and family functions, but somewhere along the way we lost the close bond we once shared.
"Macallan 1939," he says, as he begins to pour two fingers into a glass for each of us.
