He was asking about the financial side of my business the other night, which kind of threw me off because he’s never asked me before. I’m not sure what game he’s playing but I don’t like it. I didn’t tell him how good I’m doing, I let him think that I didn’t know the answers to the questions he asked me.
Looking around Dirty Ink, I see customers being inked by Dane, my best friend. There are customers waiting to be inked and sitting around on the couches and I’m just about to escort the hot, Melinda, to my tattoo room at the back of the studio. She’s gorgeous, but totally plastic. I don’t fuck at the tattoo shop, but she’s been begging me for months to fuck her before I tattoo her. The only problem is that I have a rule: never fuck the same woman twice. It gets messy and they think they’re in a relationship. So, until her ink is finished, I won’t fuck her because she would use the sessions as a relationship. Nah, not going to happen to this player.
“Hey, Melinda babe, are you ready for more?”
“Coming Mason. Or at least I’d like to.” She winks as she stands and walks towards me. She runs her long, manicured nail down my chest. “Is today the day you give in to me?”
I laugh. She’s definitely a tryer, bless her. “Nah, babe. We still have lots of ink left to do. You should have picked a smaller piece, and this could be over.”
“Damn, if I’d known you have morals I’d have picked a butterfly or something.”
She makes me laugh. She’s so direct, there’s no misunderstanding what she wants out of this relationship. I’ll be honest, she doesn’t do a lot for me as she’s really plastic and I prefer the more natural type of woman. However, when all I want to do is get my dick wet in a hot pussy, then I don’t care what she looks like. Who looks at the mantelpiece when they’re poking the fire?
When we get into my room, she drops her dress and stands in front of me wearing just some red lacey knickers and matching bra. I can feel my dick stand to attention. He doesn’t care what she looks like he just wants to poke her fire. “Get up on the bed, Melinda.” My voice is hoarse, but I don’t want to give her the wrong impression. I’m all about the ink.
She sits on the bed and slides her legs down so that she’s lying on her side, facing me. Her tattoo is going on the left side of her body. A cherry blossom tree which starts on her thigh and reaches up to her ribs. Then the cherry blossoms are flying off the tree which makes the ink spread out around the back of her ribs and near her breast bone. She clearly picked this because it would take a long time, but also because she could lie nearly naked on my bed every session.
“Like this, Mason?” she asks, slightly rolling her hips towards me.
“Yeah just like that babe.” Sitting on my stool I grab my trolley with my inks on it and my tattoo gun. I bring down the magnifying light so that I can see the area cleanly and after putting gloves on, I lean over her hip. I can smell she’s turned on and from the way she’s watching me, I’d guess that the vibration of the tattoo gun turns her on.
“Are you ready for me to start?” I ask, looking up at her.
She licks her bottom lip. “Whenever you are Mason.”
Leaning over her again, I don’t focus on her at all. All I can see is the cherry blossom tree. This is when my real talents come out to play.
After an hour I’m nearing her ribs and she moans whenever I touch one of them. I’ll be honest, her moans are quite loud and very sexual. Unfortunately, my cock recognises the tone and wants to play and make her moan like that when he’s inside her. I need to ignore him because I have a job to do.
The higher up her body I go, the greater the details I do, the louder and more sexual her moans.
As I’m inking a small cherry blossom flower, I have to hold her breast out of my way. I want this one in the crease of her breast, just near her scar from her plastic surgery. At least because they are fake, they don’t flop down and hide the blossom. As soon as I grab her breast to move it out of my way, she grabs my hand and holds it against her.
“Mason, I’m on the verge of exploding here. Please give me a release.”
“No, Melinda. I don’t do that here you know that.”
“I’m not asking you to fuck me. I just want an orgasm. Your head near my pussy has me in knots and then with the vibration of your gun giving me twitches, your hand on my tit is about to send me into outer space. I don’t want a weak arsed orgasm, I want you to suck my clit and fuck me with your fingers. Just this once. Please?”
Holy fuck that’s hot. I love talking dirty and to be honest no woman has ever returned the favour quite like Melinda.
Ignoring her words, I stand and walk over to lock the door to my room. Coming back to her I don’t say a word, I just look in her eyes. Leaning over her I kiss her tattoo. I love watching all the different aspects of a tattoo come together for the final astonishing effect. My hand runs up her thigh, along her ribs until I reach her tits. She closes her eyes and throws her head back. “Oh god, Mason, don’t make me wait. I’m so turned on right now. I want your cock in my mouth.”
“No,” is all I say as I roll her onto her back and she spreads her legs wide. I can see her wetness between her legs. She has soaked her knickers and I kiss my way down her fold on the outside. Looking up at her I see she is now watching me. I run my finger down her folds and plunge one inside her.
“Fuck,” she moans as she lays her head back down.
After adding another finger, I fuck her with abandonment, before leaning my head down to lick her pussy and flick her clit with my tongue.
Her moans are getting louder, and I reach out my hand and put a few fingers into her mouth to quieten her down. As I flick my tongue over her clit, I start to circle it, trying to drive her mad. As she plays with her tits, I take my fingers out and put a third one in. She’s wet enough to take me and when they’re all the way in, I flick them back and forth hitting her g-spot. She thrusts her hips up into my face and I chuckle as I suck on her clit. Her pussy tightens around my fingers and I know she’s close. As my fingers fuck her pussy, my other fingers fuck her mouth.
My cock is rock hard, he wants in on the action, but he’s staying firmly in my pants. I know she’s close as she is moving her hips in time with my finger thrusts.
“Mason, I’m going to come.” She says around my fingers.
I thrust harder and faster until she thrusts her hips closer to my face and her pussy grips my fingers as she bites down on my other fingers. I can feel her walls trying to milk my fingers and it takes her a while to come down her from hard orgasm. I keep thrusting my fingers in and out until she’s finished her orgasm. I take them out and stand up to get a cloth to wipe her down. I wash my hands before coming back over to her. Once she’s wiped down, I put on some gloves and get back to her tattoo. Neither of us says a word and she’s quiet for the rest of the session.
When I’ve finished for today, she gets up from the table, gets dressed and walks closer to me. Again, running her finger down my chest she stops and looks up at me. “Thanks, I needed that.” Then she turns and walks out of the room.
Thank god she didn’t make it awkward.
Chapter Four
Mason
“Holy Fuck,” I say out loud as I lift my head to see who just wandered into Dirty Ink. The vision before me renders me speechless. I can feel the drool pooling in my mouth and threatening to spill over. Everything blurs around the outside of my vision and my focus is solely on her.
She makes her way to the reception desk, slowly like she’s gliding. She’s wearing a very tight grey pencil skirt suit with a white blouse. She looks really wishy washy against all of the colour in the studio, but it doesn’t detract from her beauty. Standing in front of the reception desk she looks around her, I can see she’s nervous and I stare blatantly so that when her eyes land on me she blushes and looks to the floor. I can’t remember having anyone booked in for this afternoon, so I slowly stand and walk towards her.
I notice her eyes open slightly wider when she sees me al
most stalking my way to her. Reaching the desk, I look down at the open diary and see we only have one booking this afternoon and it’s Jace. This vision in front of me is definitely not Jace.
“Are you lost little lady?” I ask her, leaning up against the reception desk as I draw my eyes over her whole body until they land on her face.
“Ma… Mason?” She asks.
Fuck she knows my name. Shit, did I sleep with her before? I know I’m not a saint, but I’m sure I would remember fucking her. “Depends who’s asking.” I say not giving anything away.
She holds out her hand and I notice it’s shaking. “I’m… I’m Alyssa.”
Nope. I still don’t have a clue who she is. “Look, Alyssa did you say? I have a very strict rule that I don’t fuck the same woman twice, so if you’re coming back for round two then I’m sorry you’ve had a wasted journey.” I watch the colour of her eyes change from a light blue to a dark blue, the colour rises in her cheeks and I’m sure she pushes her tits out a little as she stands taller.
“Actually, I might make an exception to that rule with you, beautiful. I’m free in about twenty minutes if you want to wait.” I wink at her. “Or you could go back to my office and get more erm comfortable and feel free to start without me.” Grinning at her I see the tears coming into her eyes. Shit, did I take it too far?
“Mason, I don’t know what kind of brothel you have here. If you want to prostitute yourself out then go ahead, but don’t make the mistake that I’m one of those girls.”
“Actually, what are you doing here? You don’t look like you fit in around this part of town.” I take a seat behind the reception desk but don’t offer her a seat. Yeah, I’m a bastard. Sue me!
“Richard told me to come down here, that you would know I was coming…”
“Richard. As in my dad? What the hell is he sending you down here for?”
“I... He told me that I can do my work experience in here with you. He said that you need your accounts sorting out and some new office procedures to be put into place.”
“He said what? That is none of his business. This shop is my baby and he has nothing to do with it. I’m sorry you wasted your time Alyssa, but I don’t need someone helping me.” Standing I walk around the desk and take her arm, ready to walk her out.
She stands fast and looks up at me with those gorgeous bambi eyes. God she’s beautiful. “Mason, please! I need to do this for my final year work experience. Without this I won’t pass my degree in business accounting. I can help you, I promise.”
She can help me alright, but I only want her on her knees in front of me, right now actually. I can feel my cock straining for release. He obviously likes her pleading more than he should. Reaching for the phone I ring dad.
He answers the phone, “Ah Mason, I thought I might hear from you today.”
“Too right you did. What are you doing sending Alyssa down to help out without consulting me?”
“I thought after the last conversation we had you needed some help. You couldn’t give me figures about your business and when you take over my business then you’ll need to have a better understanding of management accounting.”
“I’ve told you… I. Am. Not. Taking. Over. Your. Business. I have no interest in it and no intention of taking over from you. I’m sending Alyssa back to wherever she came from.” I hang up the phone. “Right darling, I don’t need you to work here so…”
“Hang on a minute,” she says, putting her hands on her hips. “Wait a minute, Mason.” She pokes me in the chest. “Richard said I can work here and I’m not leaving until you take me into the office and let me work.”
Laughing I say back to her, “I’ll take you in the office if you want, but it’ll be me working not you, darling.”
“Oh my god you disgust me! You don’t know who I am do you?” She’s backing away from me.
“You’re some little intern who is looking for some work experience, so she can further her career in my father’s business.” I move closer to her as she is backing away. “You think you can come in here and be a corporate spy running to my dad all the time. I don’t want him to know anything about my business that he didn’t want me to set up. Now if you want to relieve some of this stress that you’ve caused,” I say looking her up and down, “Then I know just what you can do.”
“You’re a disgusting ass. I’m Alyssa, my mum is married to your dad. Then again if you had bothered to turn up to the wedding you would have known that. But no, you clearly had too many women to fuck. I’m your stepsister!” She pushes my chest with both her hands and I stumble away from her.
My jaw drops open. She’s my stepsister? Fuck I was thinking inappropriate thoughts about my stepsister? I want to puke! “Alyssa, I didn’t realise.”
She is shaking her head and turning to the door. “I knew you were an arsehole, but I never realised you were a disgusting prick too.”
She opens the door, slams it shut and stomps down the street. Fuck!
Chapter Five
Alyssa
Oh my god did he just say all those things to me? His words are bouncing around in my head. But what’s annoying me more is the fact that I enjoyed it. I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs and the flush up my face. No one has ever talked to me like that before. If you’d said to me this morning that someone would talk dirty to me and I would get turned on by it then I wouldn’t have believed you.
“Alyssa, Alyssa.” I hear my name drifting on the wind that has picked up behind me. Ignoring Mason, I keep my head down and almost run over to my car. I can’t look at him. I don’t want to look at him. I don’t want him to see the lust that is written all over my face.
Fumbling with my keys I manage to open the door and slide in. Slamming the door shut, I lean back, close my eyes and let out the breath that I’m holding.
Suddenly my door bursts open and Mason leans inside the car. “Alyssa, I’m sorry.” He reaches out and touches my arm. A feeling like I’ve been electrocuted runs down my arm. What the hell? He must feel it too because he takes his hand back and rubs it. “Will you come back in and we can start again?”
I sigh. I’m battling with myself. Part of me wants to go in with him, talk about why I’m here and get started with the work. Another part of me wants to run and hide. But there’s a small part of me that wants Mason to pull me out of the car, push me up against the bonnet of the car, pull my dress up and fuck me into oblivion. Now where did that come from?
“Please, Alyssa. Even just for me to apologise to you. I know that you’re here because Dad sent you and it’s not fair of me to take it out on you.” I eventually turn to look at him. He’s fucking gorgeous. “Please?” He has those eyes that puppies make when they want a treat. How can I resist him?
“Okay, but you need to lay off the dirty talk.” Once again, I feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
He chuckles. “I promise.”
Thumping my head back onto the headrest, I decide that I need to do this. I need to put that behind us and get on with the job that I’ve been asked to do. “Okay,” I say reaching over and picking up my keys.
He steps back from the door and waits for me to get out before he closes it. I lock it and following him back to the shop. When we walk through the door the customers all turn to look at Mason. One of the guys with tattoo’s all down his arms starts laughing. He looks me up and down. “Hell yeah, I can see why you ran after her, but I never put you down as being pussy whipped.”
“Fuck off.” Mason growls at him before he takes my arm and leads me into another room, where he closes the door. “Sorry about Dane. He thinks he’s funny.”
“It’s okay.” I look around the room, but don’t see any paperwork or computer in here, all I see is a tattooing station with a bed. That must have been where he wanted me to get more comfortable. I blush and turn away. “Is this your office?”
He laughs. “No, this is where the magic happens.” He watches my reaction and I notice his lip curling u
p at the ends. “Take a seat,” he points over to the bed. I hesitate before walking over and taking a seat.
“I’m sorry for what I said and for not recognising your name. My relationship with dad has been strained over the last few years. I don’t know how much you are aware of, but I’m sure it’s all his side of the story anyway.”
“Of course it is, you never gave us the chance to listen to your side of the story. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I’m here to look at how you run your business so that I can do your management accounts and make suggestions how to run your business better. Richard said that you don’t know the facts and figures and he wants that to change that.”
“First of all, this is my business. I run it the way I want to run it, and no-one is going to change that. Secondly, Richard doesn’t have a say in it. He doesn’t own one brick or one pot of ink. I do. So, I don’t know what you can do here. But I don’t want to be the one who makes you fail your course. There have to be some ground rules though.”
“Ground rules?” Stuttering, I lower my eyes from his which are penetrating me.
“Yes,” he laughs. “Ground rules. Whatever happens in Dirty Ink, stays in Dirty Ink.”
“Don’t worry I won’t be telling Richard about your… your extra curricula activities.”
“That’s not what I was talking about. I don’t care what you tell him about my personal life. I don’t want him knowing how much money I make or how my business is going. That’s the one thing that I won’t back down on.”
“How am I supposed to do this then? He wants me to get everything organised and he wants to see your accounts.”
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