Men of Firehouse 44: Colby and Bianca's Story
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Being a female tattoo artist it was hard to build a clientele, but she did it. When she first opened, business had been extremely slow. She had spent many afternoons sitting in her chair looking through various magazines for ideas. Word spread quickly, business picked up and she had even had to hire someone to watch the front counters while she was working in the back.
Then the idea to expand her business came when customers came in looking for adult toys and movies. Looking at the catalogs and online sites, she wasn’t sure what to order so she closed her eyes and with a red pen started marking items. Besides the usual orders of magazines, condoms and batteries there were lubricating lotions, silky scarves, floggers, feathers, and every shape, color and size of dildos you could ever think of.
When the first order of kinky sex toys had come in, she was very shy about putting them on the shelf. She still didn’t know what half of them were or how they were used, but they seemed to fly off the shelves. She had to admit, she did choose one of the more sedate dildos to keep for herself and soon discovered why they were so popular.
The front of the shop had posters of sexy men and women with tattoos in different places. Piercings were not her favorite things to do but she would if a client requested them. In the middle across from the cashier was a small area blocked off from the casual eye where the toys were kept. She sold mostly furry handcuffs, dildos, lotions and the occasional whip. For the more hardcore clients she placed private orders. Often wondering what the items were used for and what kind of person would use it or allow it to be used on them. Not actually using them never stopped her imagination from going wild. More than once she had fantasized about them.
The back of her shop was her real home away from home. That was where she placed her artwork on clients. Often young teenagers would come in with fake ID’s. Sending them on their way, she could remember not wanting to wait for her first Tat and trying to sneak in begging the artist to apply one. She didn’t have many and the ones she had were tasteful and could only be seen if she wanted them to be.
Turning back to her latest box of toys, she pulled it over to the hidden alcove to pull them out and put them up. She tried to do all the inventory after hours. Opening it, she pulled out the first of many of the dildos. There seemed to have been a rush on them. She had every kind available. Plain ones, ribbed ones, battery operated, even ones with ticklers on them.
Reaching into the bottom of the box, she was relieved to see it was the last one. Pulling it out, she laughed, this was one of the special orders. She wasn’t naïve but there were some things she was still getting accustomed too.
Looking around, she remembered she was alone.
What the heck?
Slipping one leg into each side of the strap, she pulled it up. Laughing at herself, she started walking around doing a little shake here and there. Going over to the mirror she couldn’t help but laugh even harder at the image that met her. Her 5’2 frame boasted 36D breasts which were currently encased in a tight little camisole top, looking further down was a 12 inch black cock, jutting out from between her well sculpted thighs. The paleness of her thighs evident against the dildo as it bounced from side to side.
“Huh-mm.”
Looking up in the mirror, her eyes met those of the sexiest blue eyes she had ever seen. His eyebrows were raised as he crossed his arms and leaned up against the doorframe as if waiting for an explanation. Unable to break the gaze, she could feel the goose bumps raising on her arms, and her face burst into flames. His eyes lowered to trace her figure and then stopped on the massive size dildo.
OH.MY.GOD.
She quickly turned her back to him and then pulled the offending object from her. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face the man. “Can I help you?”
“I’m thinking, I should be the one to ask you that question.” Hitting her with a brilliant smile, he took a step towards her. His eyes never leaving hers.
Taking a step backwards, she felt the wall behind her.
Dammit. Why didn’t I double check the lock behind me?
“I’m sorry we are closed. If you would like, you could leave your name and number and I could have someone call you tomorrow with an appointment.” She could feel her heart beating rapidly. Strangely she wasn’t frightened of him. Excitement spread through her veins like wildfire.
Watching as he stepped closer to her, she took a deep breath when he leaned forward and brushed her hair from her chest where it had fallen. Her breasts rising and falling with anticipation.
OMG am I really so freaking horny that I am seriously allowing a complete stranger to touch me without even making an attempt to scream for help? Well, he is a really hot stranger. The thoughts kept running through her head as he moved his hand towards her breasts.
Feeling the cold hard point made her jump as she looked down and saw an ink pen in his hand. The pen moved fluidly across her skin as she watched him write his number on her skin.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see any paper around.” Handing her the pen that she had been using to do her inventory, he flashed his smile and took a step back.
Quickly, she dodged around him and ran to the backroom. Leaning against the door, she tried to slow her heart rate. Waiting breathlessly, she stood frozen in place not really afraid but definitely embarrassed. Hearing the sound of the door opening then closing again, she let out a sigh of relief.
Opening the door a crack, she peaked out to make sure she was again alone. Looking at the door, she watched as the closed sign swung back and forth.
Okay, move your butt. Making her way across the room, she stopped when she came upon her reflection in the mirror.
“What just happened here?” Talking to her image as it looked back at her in the mirror, she would have thought it was her imagination if not for the numbers sprawled across her chest just above her camisole. Turning, she raced to the door. Reaching up, she locked the two dead bolts and pulled the shade down.
Leaning against the door, she reached up and rubbed her hand across her breasts. Yep, just what she thought as hard and pointy as they could possibly be. Reaching over, she shut the light off and ran to her stairs. She definitely had a face and a name for her special little friend tonight.
Drew!