by Lulu Pratt
I did that too much already as it is. I look at my closed door, knowing that the building is near deserted. I get up and look outside my door. No one is around and the cleaners don’t start on this floor for at least another hour. I lock the door and fall against it. My eyes close as my fingers trace Tanner’s lips along my neck. I walk over to my chair and sit down with my legs apart.
I run my hands down my body. I find the hem of my skirt and slide my hand under it with a small sigh. My underwear is still wet as I push it aside to find my pussy a slick mess of need. Maybe if I get myself off, I can relax a bit. I lean back and stroke my wet folds, finding the hard nub that is screaming for attention as I brush my fingers over it.
“Ahh,” I moan lowly as I touch it again, feeling the sensations rush through me.
This isn’t my first time touching myself but it is the first time I have done this at the office and all because I have an image as hot as Tanner in my head. I stroke hard a few times and feel the pressure building. I imagine Tanner’s face as he kisses me, he goes slightly out of focus as he pulls away to go down between my legs. Instead of my fingers, I feel his tongue, his fingers, searching my folds, finding my clit and sucking on it with his mouth as my orgasm begins to build under my busy fingers.
I throw my head back against my chair. My fingers keep going, controlled by some deep need to come that I’d never felt before. I slide two fingers inside myself, and I am amazed at the wetness and press my thumb against my clit as I explode, breathing deeply to avoid screaming Tanner’s name.
That was all him.
I ride out the feeling and drop back into my chair as I close my eyes. I sit there for a few moments shocked that I did that in the office, but so glad that I did. I might be able to get through the rest of the evening now.
I slowly shut down my computer and rise to leave, determined to go out and have a good time tonight. Tanner Lincoln doesn’t own my body and I can make myself happy.
I can handle this account.
I catch a cab back to my house and find a little black dress in my closet that is far too short for the workplace. I do my makeup heavier for tonight, using black liner and some vibrant eyeshadow before I spike out my hair like the girl did at the salon when I got my hair cut recently.
CHAPTER 6
TANNER
The shop is busy tonight and the music is playing loud. Trinity picks Alice in Chains and I like the beat as it pulses through my bones, still thinking about the brief but intense kiss with Penelope earlier.
Compared to any other encounter with a woman in my life, that one was innocent, but I could not stop thinking about Penelope.
What is it about her?
Coming back to work should have put me into my business mode. It usually always does but the questions that Trinity keeps asking me as well as the desire coursing through my body just make me think about Penelope more. I clean my station, thankful for a break as I glance at the clock. Almost eight. I could step out back for some fresh air and maybe jerk off again like I did earlier. Fuck knows that I am still hard.
The women I’d worked on so far today were as flirtatious as always but they weren’t Penelope. I am just leaving my area that is specifically off to the side so I could have some privacy but still hear the goings on of the shop. When I heard Trinity greet Mollie and then the surprise in her voice as she says hello to someone else.
Who is it? I turn my head to see Mollie, the familiar friend of Trinity’s, but then my eyes settle on a blonde standing beside her. All my blood races to my cock as I slowly take in Penelope, her eyes locking on mine for a long moment.
She is wearing a little black dress that clings to her tits and waist before moving easily against her body mid-thigh. Her hair is styled into a messy look and her eyes lined with dark makeup. This is not the Penelope from earlier.
“Tanner, Pen here tells me that I’m your photographer for the new tire ads. I thought we could all discuss it over my tattoo,” Mollie greets me with a knowing smile as I frown at her. Mollie is shooting the ad? I glance between her and Penelope quickly, noticing the fact that they are friends as Trinity glances back at me.
“At least I know the shots will be good,” I reply as Mollie smirks at me. Trinity calls her back to her area and I stalk the blonde as she stares warily at me.
“How about you, Penelope? Are you looking to get anything done tonight?” Without Mollie by her side, Penelope looks a little nervous as she watches me lean over the counter, oblivious to any other customers in the lobby.
“A tattoo? No. I would never,” she stammers as heat washes over her edgy, gorgeous face. That liner really makes her eyes pop and the pink flush brings them out even more. “Mollie thought we could talk about the ad tonight.”
“You don’t strike me as the kind of girl to work out of your pristine office, Penelope.” I lift part of the counter and nod for her to come inside as she glances around shyly. I can feel eyes on us as she walks forward but all I can see is her toned legs in that little skirt, ending in a heel higher than the one that she was wearing earlier.
Fuck me running.
I let her pass by me as my body responds eagerly, I am not even sure what I am going to do with her. Could we really talk business in this shop?
“It was Mollie’s idea before we go out to dinner,” Penelope responds as she pauses and looks around. The way we are set up in here was that Trinity was across from me but my section was a little more private than everyone else’s was. I could talk to anyone around me, but to see me they would have to walk in. If I am doing a tattoo on Penelope, we could talk and work all at once. The staff would get a kick out of the ideas since they’d been teasing me about my new modeling career.
“Sure I can’t interest you in some ink?” I ask as I press closer to her to whisper in her ear. “I could do a little tire to commemorate this project.”
“No other customers?” she asks in a shaking voice as I watch the shiver climb up her body. With my height, I can look down and see the hard nipples pressing against her dress as well as a hint of her sweet cleavage.
“Not for a while,” I reply, lost in the sight. “Come, have a seat.” The girls are too busy laughing to talk now and Penelope looks over to see her friend leaning forward in front of Trinity, bare from the waist up. “That’s probably going to take a little time.” I lead her to my area and offer for her to sit down, watching her skirt climb as she did. “If you were to get something, what would it be?”
“Perhaps something representing strength,” she tells me as I look at her. “It takes a lot to get where you want in this world.” Penelope’s voice is low and I sit down and roll closer to her. I think this girl has some grit to her after all.
“That it does,” I agree as I lean against the leather, just beside her ass on the seat. “I like tattoos that mean something.”
“Do yours?” she asks as she looks over my arms slowly, pressing her hands into her lap.
“Every last one.” My skin tells a story about how my parents divorced when I was seven. The ink gets the emotions out of me and reminds me every day of the hardships in my life as well as the successes.
“It looks like some people just throw anything on their skin,” I say, “but I think it through and wait for my best artists to do the work.”
I inch my hand out to touch her bare skin, watching Penelope tense before she let out a long breath. Her lips part and she swallows. I start to move my hand, knowing that I need to touch her. Penelope looks at me as she drops her hands to her sides, touching my arm that rest beside her.
“If I were to get a tattoo, I have always liked the idea of something celestial. A moon that shows how bright the world is at night and that there is hope out there.” Penelope shrugs and I picture it in my head.
“A full moon with stars twinkling beside it. Not huge but good detail,” I muse as she looks at me. “I like the night as well. I think I do better work then.”
“I work late a lot for the same re
ason.” I know that before she even told me and I reach for my sketch pad. Penelope doesn’t say anything as I draw my idea and hold it up for her to see.
“I’d make the sky that dark indigo color and the moon a light yellow with a hint of orange. Maybe just make the stars a pale white.”
She smiles as she looks it over and I raise an eyebrow at her.
CHAPTER 7
PENELOPE
I am face down on his horizontal tattoo station, my dress straps are around my elbows and I am breathing deeply. I shake my head slowly as I look at the floor.
Tanner talked me into this tattoo on my shoulder where I could choose who sees it. It is a gorgeous drawing though. I tense as he cleans my skin, careful to keep the dress covering my breasts. He explained that the straps needed to be moved and I managed that before lying down so he could manipulate it a little lower.
“Is this going to hurt?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says with a chuckle
He finishes and I close my eyes as I try not to think about my dress bunched around my thighs. I kicked off the heels earlier and crossed my legs, trying to appear casual even though I am tense. I jump as I feel his hand on my calf, rubbing slowly as he massages my skin.
“You need to relax, Penelope. I am going to take good care of you.”
His hands are hot and soothing all at once and I take a slow breath. It isn’t just the tattoo that has me worked up here and I look at the floor again.
My pussy aches for his touch as he strokes me and I part my legs to give him more room. He sucks in his breath and slides his hand up slowly as I let out a long sigh. I know that I am facing anyone who might come back here and it wouldn’t be too obvious what is going on but still, this is risky.
There are the sounds of tattoo guns, music and voices around us as he starts to speak, but I heard him clearly. “We should keep this all business but it stopped being that for me from the moment I saw you. I want to slide my hand up and touch you. Fuck you with my fingers until you’re relaxed so I can mark you,” His words were so domineering and I felt his finger tickling the back of my knee. “I want to finish this tattoo and take you home with me, Penelope. I want you every way that you’ll give yourself to me even though you might think that’s wrong.”
I came not that long ago, but I’m ready for more. I shift my body around as he starts to make the slow descent up my inner thigh. The heat he causes burns my skin as I shiver, unable to fight this anymore. He finds the lace of my new underwear and pushes past them. He holds me with his eyes as he runs his fingers along my wet folds. I gasp as he inserts a finger and then a second finger inside of me.
He fills me with his fingers and touches me with the hard stroke I need. He tells me to pull up my dress a little more. I bite my lip to hold in the moan as his finger finds my clit, stroking it as he moves inside of me. I do, mortified by my willingness. His free hand climbs up my body to cup my breast as I lift away from the seat, playing with my nipple as my eyes close.
“Mm-mm,” I quietly moan as I memorize the sensation of this man touching me.
“You’re going to come,” Tanner says in a low voice, with a hint of a growl, “and then I am going to do this tattoo on you, Penelope. Then we’re going to my place so I can fuck you the way that I’ve been wanting to since I met you. You do things to me that I can’t ignore.” Tanner curls his fingers inside of me and I shake before releasing, a scream in the back of my throat as he squeezes my breast hard.
“That’s my girl,” he leans in to kiss my lips and whispers across them as he pulls away. “You can scream my name later.”
I drop against the leather, breathing deeply. I fix my dress and my underwear Tanner gets up to wash his hands.
“Pen? Where are you?” I glance up to see Mollie peering in with a towel covering her chest.
Her eyes widen. “Are you getting a tattoo?” She asks.
I gesture with a smile to the paper that Tanner made up as she runs over, taking it all in.
“That’s it, Mollie. We got to talking about it and he had the same vision.”
“Same with everything that Trinity does for me,” Mollie murmurs as she gives me a curious look. “Tanner does portraits though.”
“I do mostly portraits. I imagined it as she is talking and it’s easy work. How’s your piece coming along?” Tanner asks as he comes back in. Mollie turns to show him. “That’s great.”
I feel shy because she is half naked in here but neither of them seems to notice. “Thanks. Want to go to dinner with us after and discuss ideas?” Mollie asks as she turns around. Tanner glances at me and then at the clock as he seems to calculate something in his head.
“Yeah. I can tweak the schedule a bit after I get this done.” Tanner sets up some stuff as Mollie watches, moving her eyes to mine. I could tell that she is excited about the tattoo and smile at her.
Trinity peeks around the corner, holding two coffees in her hand as she stares for a moment. “A tattoo?” she asks as Tanner looks at her with a nod. I see the look that she shares with Tanner before leaving as Mollie lingers for a moment.
I wish Mollie was there the second I feel the needle in my skin, I gasp as I grip the seat. What the hell am I thinking? This hurts.
I hear him soothing me and telling me that he’ll be as quick as he can as I nod. It took me an hour as a kid to get my ears pierced. I knew then that I wasn’t brave this way and I wish that I thought it through before I picture the design. It’s gorgeous and everything I ever imagined in my head and Tanner got that.
I relax and focus on the sound of the gun as I push away the pain. This is new for me and with him, it feels right. Everything does. I know that it takes a while as I breathe through the process but Tanner talks me through it. He helps me up as I hold my dress to my body with a shy smile and turn my back to the full-length mirror as he hands me another one. I hold it carefully and look over the tattoo with a growing smile. It is gorgeous and I meet his eyes in the mirror. I drop the mirror gently on a table.
“Thank you, Tanner.”
“I think that’s some of my best work,” Tanner tells me as he steps forward. “I’m going to check on something and I’ll be right back.” I adjust my dress and sit back down to wait as he comes back in. “Hey, my last appointment bailed. He’s in a band and they got a gig. Want to go get some dinner at the diner down the street while Trinity finishes?”
“Sure,” I reply as he leads the way and peers into Trinity’s station. He lets them know the plan and I show off my new ink. Trinity gives him a long look as Mollie sends me a thumb up. He covers my tattoo with some cream and a bandage. I smile and Tanners lead me out of the shop with his hand on the small of my back.
CHAPTER 8
Tanner
I look at Penelope as we leave, then glance at the window to my place above the shop. Did I want to go eat some food with her or take her upstairs? I knew that she was ready for me after having my hand buried inside of her. The way that she tightened around me was something I’d never forget and I felt my cock twitch in my pants.
I look back at her to see Penelope gazing at me in the street lights before I stop and face her. “Are you hungry?” I ask her as she turns to me and looks up.
“A little but I can’t stop thinking about what you said in the shop either. I want both,” Penelope tells me as heat flares behind her gaze. “I know that this isn’t me. I don’t sleep with clients and now that I am going to break my rules, we are going to make this the best campaign ad I’ve ever done. We are going to keep business separate, regardless of the fact if this happens once or regularly. I just don’t want to fight this because I don’t think I’ll feel anything like it ever again.”
“We can order in,” I tell her huskily as I take her hand and lead her to the door to my apartment, hearing her gasp.
“Where are we going?” Penelope asks as I smile back at her.
“I live here,” I assure her as she falls into step with me and lets out a breath. I grab
my keys from my pocket and unlock the door before leading her inside and up the stairs after locking it. I send a text to Trinity telling her that we are busy and see Penelope doing the same to Mollie before she slips her phone into her small purse.
Penelope looks around the spacious living room with a smile and walks over to the window for a view of the city. “I like this place,” she tells me as I walk up behind her, sliding my hands over her hips, pulling her against me. I knew that she felt me against her ass because I am big when I’m not erect and right now, I am throbbing.
“I want you naked,” I tell her as she shivers. I find the hem to her dress and lift it up, baring her to my eyes as she raises her arms. I knew that she is wearing underwear from earlier but the lacy thong still took my breath away. Her dress doesn’t allow for a bra but her firm tits don’t need one as I drop the black material and she turns to face me. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
“You’re dangerous,” she whispers before she slides a hand into my hair and pulls her lips to mine. This kiss has none of the hesitation I felt before and all the hunger that we both feel. I grip her and pull her against me, massaging her ass as our tongues dance together. I feel her hands tear at my jeans and loosen them before her small hand grips my cock. I lift her against me and she clings to me with her free arm as I walk her back to the bedroom. I can’t wait. I drop her down and kick my jeans across the room as she shudders. I pull off my shirt with one hand and she stares at me openly as she drops to her back.
“This isn’t your first time, right? I can’t be gentle with you.”
“No. It isn’t. I haven’t been with a man like you before but there’s a first for everything,” Penelope purrs as I watch her.
“What happened to the woman I met earlier today?” I ask as she looks at me.
