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the end with a mischievous question. The strong un-faked confidence is what caught her eye. Though his stance was all wrong for his face, it was almost like he was cowering, slumped in defeat, she wondered why.
    She just stood there staring deeper into his eyes trying to see into every depth that just became physically noticeable. He shrugged, "Fuck it and fuck them!” He leaned a bit and raked his head over to the three waiting for their tats to be finished than looked back to her eyes, “I want you,” he paused, “to finish a tat for me.” He yanked his long sleeve shirt up and over his head in a seductive motion that covered his tat infested body than turned his back and peaked over his shoulder mischievously at her. “The wings of a wench… ah I mean, wrench.”
    She had to think fast what other choice did she have but to regain her control that he stole. She grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his and whipped him around with a bit of ‘show off’ strength and smiled an even better mischievous smile than his and said sweetly, “Ok!” He smirked, victoriously that she divulged in. Yup, she had him believing she was in the palm of his hand , but really who had the power? She was about to literally put a gun to his skin, a palm to his back with a spurious loving caress and enjoy every bit of pain he would suffer at her hands. She knew it wouldn’t be enough to call it a true win because covered in the amount of tats he was; he must be able to endure the pain but she stilled smiled when she ready her gun. That first flinch would only be a small victory of his pain she would enjoy. But when she was entirely finished with him he would be on his knee until she throws him away like the trash he is.
    Her smile faded when no flinch came and his sigh of relief when the gun touched home must have been the reason of his slumped defeat but it made her cringe instead, not from a failed victory, more of an arousal she had never felt before. Not one this frustrating anyway. How could him being enlightened with pain turn her on the way it did?
    He didn’t endure the pain that was something he learned to throw away just like he had been. He learned to enjoy it, revel in it, take it hostage and create pleasure with it. She dug in trying to make it hurt as much as she could and he knew it. Time past and he sighed in depressed defeat.
    “How long has it been?”
    “I don’t know, maybe five minutes.”
    “Well that’s damn disappointing and irritating. You can stop, its already numb. Nice job, I really wanted your hand to touch me longer.” She jerked her hand off his back in disgust, she wasn’t done toying with him, but still she shut the gun off. When he turned over her eyes flew to his crotch and she saw his obvious turn on and was appalled but equally aroused, which made it appalling that much more to her. ‘Goddess what the hell is wrong with me,’ she thought than shook her eyes and looked up in his amused expression.
    “Is it frustrating you enough to do something about the problem you caused me?” He gestured his head towards his arousal.
    “No, not frustrating, infuriating because of the idiocy of it.”
    “Than is it the idiocy I see that has darkened your eyes with want or thee infuriating feeling that I have witnessed that your about to take me.”
    “Take you! Ha! The only place I’m about to take you is out with the trash,” she spit out. He reels back eyes wide.
    “Would you really be able to throw me away? I think I look like a souvenir to you, with that look in your eyes you spotted something shinny to play with. I think you want to prop me up on a middle shelf, so you can gaze at me all night while your thoughts of what you want to do to me dance in your head.” While saying it he stood up and grabbed his shirt putting it back on, than kisses her on her cheek nonchalantly and leans into her ear to whisper, “I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time. Maybe you could get rid of the rest