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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