by Natal, Mia
"Do you know what kind of tattoo you want?" I tuned out after that, but my ears perked up when I heard a voice laced with honey talk. It was soft. I'm a visual man. Nothing makes me happier than gazing at a beautiful woman. The hair. The eyes. Long ass less. The curvy body with lots of tits and ass, so I was confused as to why the sound of a sweet sultry voice would grab my attention.
I have to investigate and see for myself as to whether that voice was the complete package of a beauty.
"Are you getting a tattoo?" Ty asked.
"I’m not sure, but if I changed my mind I will let you know," she said.
Ty ushered Marissa to one of the booths. I looked up to catch a glimpse of the girl whose voice sounded like pure honey, but unfortunately she wasn't with them. She must have stayed in the waiting room. When I finish a tattoo I break the needles off, and throw them away. I also throw the caps away. I put the needle bars, the grips and the tips into the ultrasonic for fifteen minutes. I give the guy instructions on how to care and clean the tattoo. I rationalized that I've been at work all day and therefore, I am entitled to a break. I own the joint and could take a break whenever I wanted, but I'm not a slacker. I mean what type of boss would I be if I passed the buck. I worked right along with my guys. They respected me for it.
I got up and stretched my legs. I went back to the storage room to check supplies. When I walked out Ty saw me and asked me, "Could you turn the radio on?" I didn't answer I just turned it on. I headed towards the waiting area.
Her...The girl with the voice. She was the pretty girl from the train. The one I had seen earlier in the day. She was here in my shop. I inched closer to her. I had to see if she was as cute as I first thought. She was hunched over a sketch pad. She was engrossed in whatever she was drawing. I quietly walked over and snuck a peak at her drawing. She was drawing a long black feather with little birds emerging from the top, sides and bottom. The birds trailed upwards. They were small in size, but as they lifted upwards they merged into a much bigger bird with wings stretched out. Near the left wing she wrote fly high. It was beautiful. She could really draw. "I knew I loved you" by savage garden was playing on the radio. She looked up and saw me. I looked into her eyes and saw my life flash before my eyes. Her eyes were mesmerizing. I've never seen eyes that color. They are a deep purplish blue to violet. Her eyes are luminous and very beautiful. My eyes slowly traveled down her body. I ached to touch her just to see her cheeks flush. She has perfect breasts that look to be more than a handful. Her nipples hardened and jutted out brazenly at me, teasing and torturing me. I wanted to pinch and suck on them. I wanted to taste her so bad my mouth watered. I was wrong. She isn't just cute. She is drop dead gorgeous.
"I like your drawing. You're really good. I'm Wyatt Verity, by the way," I said.
She looked at me, winked and said, "I'm Rebel, Rebel Walker."
I knew this girl would mean something to me. I knew this girl was meant to be mine. She has jet black hair which she had in a ponytail. I would love to see it cascading loose down her back. Her lips were covered in deep a red guck. I prefer girls to not wear that shit they call lipstick, but on her I want to see it every day.
"Are you turning that into a tat?" I asked.
"Turning what into a tat?" She asked.
"You're drawing?" I said.
"Um...maybe. I haven't decided. This is actually a school assignment," she said.
"Oh you attend the community college around the corner?" I asked.
"Yeah," she quietly said. Thank you God!
“What are you majoring in?” I asked.
“I’m undecided. I know I want to major in arts. I’m just not sure which avenue in art to take,” she replied.
“I’m sure when you least expect it you will know which path to take,” I said.
“Thanks, I think,” she said.
"Well, if you ever decide to make it a tat, I'm your man," I said.
"Convince me to get the tat," she said with a wink. Fuck, this girl is driving me crazy hard. Those eyes, that smile, and those cute sexy winks she keeps throwing my way. I sat down next to her and watched her work on her drawing. She would glance at me from the corner of her eyes and smile. I knew she was feeling the same thing I was. Attraction.
“I can turn that into a live work of art on any part of your body.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yep,” I said popping the p.
“You’ve convinced me. I want you to give me a tat. I want a Wyatt original and one that will never be replicated.”
“Alright, I can do that, but first tell me the first three words that come to mind.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because it will give me a feel for what to create for you.” I look down at her sketch pad. I point to it and say, “If you switch the angle here, it would look more natural and smooth.”
She eyed me curiously but did as I suggested. She looked at her drawing quietly for a minute before glancing my way.
“Wow, you’re good. It does seem to look more natural and smooth. Thanks for the tip,” she said.
“I’m waiting on your three words.”
She looks up at me and says, “Trapped, lost, and rebirth.” Those three words say a lot about her. She feels caged in, she feels lost, but she wants to live. The last word is always the most important one. I think I can work with those words to create a tattoo that describes who she is and what she wants in the grand scheme of things.
“Okay I can work with that. Let me show you to my work space. You can wait in there while I create your original never to be duplicated tattoo.” She stands from her seat and follows me to my station. She sits on the dentist style chair and whispers, “Thank you.”
I look at her and smile, but before I leave her to create her tattoo I stop and ask. “Why those three words?”
She looks at me, closes her eyes, and lets out a deep breath. She opens her eyes looks at me and says, “Have you ever felt trapped by life with no way to break loose? Or afraid to take a risk and reinvent yourself? Be someone different…someone better?”
“Maybe at one time in my life I did.”
“What changed that?”
“I realized that life is not a bowl of cherries. Life is what we make of it. What screws us up the most in life is the picture in our head of how it is supposed to be. Life is hard…period. Your life does not get better by chance it gets better by change. Nothing holds you back more than insecurities. I learned it’s not always about trying to fix something that’s broken. It’s about starting over and creating something better. Only you can change the direction on the path of life, just walk through a different door.”
“Life is that easy for you?” she asked.
“No, my life is far from easy. I just don’t let the bad days suck me dry and hold me down. I always look for a new open door and walk right in. I choose to leave the past where it belongs…in the past. Every day is a new beginning for me.”
She looked at me and said “Hmm…
I left her and headed to my desk to sketch her tattoo. I liked her feather idea with the birds and drew it around the infinity symbol. It was simple, but I believed it represented her. I walked back to my booth and asked, “Where do you want the tattoo?”
“I want it on my hip.”
“Okay, you need to bring your pants and underwear down past your hip. Let me get you a gown to cover your lower half, but leave the hip exposed. Lie down on the side.” She laid down on her right side and exposed her left hip for me to ink on.
“This might hurt a bit, so if you need a break just let me know.”
“Will the tattoo take long?” she asked.
“No, not really. At most about an hour.” I wiped the area with a cotton swap drenched in alcohol and used a razor. Not that she needs shaving there. Her skin was smooth, but I wanted to make sure there weren’t any tiny hairs there. I pull on a pair of black latex gloves and wet her skin with damp washcloth and soap. I press and transfer the sketch to
her skin. I grab a brand new pouch and remove the needles and tubes from it. “Okay I am about to start. The outline hurts the most. If you need a break just let me know.”
She closes her eyes and nods. I turn on my gun and press it on her hip etching the outline of the tattoo on her lovely smooth hip. The buzzing of the machine is the only sound that can be heard. She has an eyes closed and breathes deeply. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it feels like I’m being drilled with thousands of needles.”
“Well. Basically you are being drilled with needles,” I chuckle.
She opens her eyes and looks down at me and said, “So, you’ve had a hard life?”
“What makes you think that?”
“I…ah…from your explanation about how you deal with life.” I looked up at her and she was blushing. God, she’s fucking adorable.
“Right, it was, now life is what I make it out to be. No expectation equals no disappointments.” I look back down and keep my focus on the needle, making sure my work is perfect.
“I wish I could think the way you do. My life is not simple. It’s complicated.”
“You’re man giving you a hard time?”
“Is that your way of asking if I have a boyfriend?” she giggles.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Well, there is no boyfriend.”
“Okay, if it’s not man troubles what’s keeping you from feeling free?”
“Family obligations.” I remove the needle from her hip.
“You’re done.” She looks at me. “Really? It’s finished?”
“Yeah. You can breathe normal now.”
“It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”
“Good. Want to see your ink?”
“Yes, please.” She sits up and looks at it. Her eyes widened and she whispers, “Wow, it’s gorgeous.”
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it. Stay there a minute and don’t pull your pants back up.” I head to the sink and run some hot water over a towel. I return to her and wipe her hip gently to clean her up. I apply Vaseline to her hip and try to keep my hard on at bay, but being this close to her is fucking with my libido. I want to spread her open and fuck her into next year. I cover the tattoo with a gauze and tell her how to keep it clean for the next few days. I was about to ask for her number when her friend suddenly yelled, "Reby, come look at my new tat and piercing. I love it."
Rebel got up and walked towards her friend. My eyes were glued to her sinfully luscious derrière.” I like it, Marissa," Rebel said.
“Did you get a tattoo?”
“Yeah, wanna see it?”
“Hell yeah, I want to see it.” Rebel pulls her pants down slightly on the left hand side and peels back the gauze revealing her new ink.
“Oh my god, Rebel that’s a hot tattoo.” Rebel looks at me and winks.
“I know. It’s a Wyatt original never to be replicated.”
"You're still crashing with me, right?" Marissa asked.
"I have to go home first. I forgot to pack a bag. Yes, I'm crashing with you," Rebel said. I could live off her voice, and her rocking hard body. She’s the total package.
"Don't worry about clothes. You can borrow some of mine," Marissa told her.
"Um...Marissa I appreciate that, but I am not wearing any of your underwear," Rebel said.
"Duh, Reby, as if. I wasn't sharing my undies with you. I thought we could stop at Target so you can purchase some," Marissa said while handing her cash to Ty. They both waved goodbye to Ty and left. Rebel winked at me before walking out the door. She was without a doubt the most beautiful and enchanting women I’ve ever seen. She caused my brain to malfunction and my body hardened for her. She was sweeter than nectar, lush and soft in all the right places. I needed to know her. I wanted her in my life.
“Yo, bro, those had to have been the two hottest girls that ever came in here,” Ty said.
“I don’t know about her friend, but Rebel is fucking phenomenal,” I said.
Ty laughed, “Dude, you totally want to hit that.”
“Fuck yeah, I want to hit that. The only problem is I didn’t get her number,” I said.
“No worries dude, Marissa was a chatty Kathy. I know tonight they are going to the movies. They are going to the Regal by Battery Park. Tomorrow they are hitting Lounge 21,” he said.
“I guess were going to the movies tonight Ty,” I said.
“Damn, you got it bad and you haven’t even met the girl,” he said.
“That may be true, but I plan to change that. You of all people know me Ty. I go after what I want and what I want at this moment is Rebel,” I said.
THE MINUTE WE walked out of the tattoo place Marissa hit me with twenty questions.
“Who was the guy that was sitting so cozy like next to you?” she asked.
“His name is, Wyatt. I think he was the sorta cute guy I saw on the train earlier today.”
“Well, he’s more than sorta cute. The boy is F.I.N.E. Fine, hot and incredibly sexy,” she said.
“I know. I was having a hard time concentrating on my art project and you are absolutely correct. He is fucking hot. I’d hit that,” I said. We both giggled as we continued to walk down the street. We were on our way to catch a movie. I was looking forward to seeing it, since it got great reviews. We headed to Target first, where I bought some undies and other items I would need for my sleepover. We made it to the movies with twenty minutes to spare. We made our way to the concession stand and bought popcorn, soft drinks and chocolates. We made our way to theater number four and found seats. We sat down and I was giddy with happiness because I really wanted to see this movie. I had a major crush on the lead actor. Marissa and I were quietly talking when she nudged me with her elbow and nodded her head to the right. I looked over and there were the hotties from the tattoo shop. I felt my face flush with heat and I hoped they didn’t noticed. There is something about Wyatt that has me intrigued and for some inexplicable reason I feel drawn to him. Our eyes meet and he winked. I squeezed my legs together because I felt a tingle between my legs when he winked at me. Wyatt and Ty walked up the stairs and sat in the aisle behind us. Marissa couldn’t stop laughing, so I elbowed her and hissed in her ear, “Could you please stop laughing like a banshee?”
“I’m sorry, but you should see your face. It’s all flushed and red. I think it’s cute. You have your first crush,” she giggled.
“Bitch,” I muttered between my teeth and that only made her laugh louder. Wyatt leaned over and put his face between and us and said, “Is everything alright, ladies?” His sudden appearance freaked me out and my eyes grew round with surprise. Marissa couldn’t stop laughing. I was so flustered I didn’t know what to say. I took a moment to compose myself before I looked at him and whispered, “Yes, we’re fine. Please go sit down before you get us all kicked out.” He looked at me and murmured, “Fucking adorable.” He sat back down and I let out the air I was holding in. I looked over at Marissa and she mouthed, “He wants in your pants.”
“Fuck off,” I mouthed back. I wanted to see this movie so badly, but I couldn’t get into it with him sitting directly behind me. I was all hot and bothered. At one point I could have sworn I felt someone brush my hair. I turned around to give him the stink eye, but he had his hands in the tub of popcorn engrossed in the movie. I turned around thinking it was my active imagination fucking with my head. Marissa looked at me and questioned me with her eyes. I just shrugged my shoulder and tried to get into the movie. I shot forward when there was a nude shot of the actor I was crushing on. I was so into that scene it didn’t register that I was being pelted with buttered popcorn. I turned around to give him a piece of my mind, but he was asleep. Who the hell goes to the movies and falls asleep? I looked over at Ty, but he was busy texting on his phone. I wanted to yell at him to put his phone away, because it was rude and inconsiderate to those of us who actually wanted to see this highly anticipated movie. I was just about to open my big mouth when he looked up and smiled at m
e. He put his phone away and with his finger he motioned me to turn around. I glared at him and stuck my tongue out at him. It was childish, but I don’t care. When I turned around the nude scene was over. I was upset because I missed that scene because of them.
I might not have proof it was them, but I just knew it was. I was finding it very difficult to concentrate on the movie because my mind was on the hot guy sitting behind me. I got restless and got up to use the bathroom. I whispered in Marissa’s ear that I would be right back and made my way down the stairs and into the lobby. I head straight into the bathroom and walk to the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s just a guy and I don’t even know him. I splash water on my face and dry it off with a napkin before I head out the door. I was looking down towards my feet as I was walking back towards the theater when I collided with a wall or rather someone. I looked up and there he was, Wyatt looking all sorts of hot and sexy. I licked my lips and his gaze drops towards them before they find my eyes again. He smiles at me and it takes my breath away. I couldn’t explain what I was feeling at that moment, but I knew it was a good feeling. He inched closer to me and whispered, “You smell incredible.”
I backed away and looked him straight in the eye and without thinking I blurted out breathlessly, “You’re hot!”
He chuckled and caressed my lip with his finger. I was anxiously anticipating a kiss. My mouth watered and I held my breath quietly waiting for the moment when his lips will touch my lips for the first time, but it never happened. He stepped away and headed towards the men’s bathroom. I was confused at the moment. I was positive he was going to kiss me and then nothing…nada…zilch. What the hell just happened here? Is he trying to play hard to get? Here I was wanting him to kiss me and then annoyed that he didn’t. I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid. I went to get Marissa so that we can get the hell out of there before I made a complete and utter fool of myself over a guy I knew nothing about. When I made it back to Marissa, she was awfully cozy with Ty. He was sitting in my seat whispering in her ear and she was blushing. They both looked at me when I made my way towards the seat. Marissa took one look at me and grabbed our purses and my bag from Target. She said good bye to Ty and grabbed my elbow and lead me out of the theater.
