In the shop: Story 2
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Posted:Jun 3, 2018 11:35 am
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It was dark out. The shop was empty, with the exception of myself and my . He was a nice enough guy. Kind of quiet but nice enough. We had been working on his upper arm for a few hours. It was a large tribal half sleeve. Tribal wasn't at the height of fashion in the tattoo world anymore, but he knew what he wanted. A lot of tattooers would do their best to talk someone out of a design which is no longer trending. I on the other hand have always thought as tattooers it's our job to give the what they want to the best of our ability. In any event, there we were. Him starting to get to that achy point in our session. And myself starting to feel the fatigue of a full day, and now the end of a long somewhat uneventful session. It isn't that I did't enjoy working on his tattoo. But after a long day of tattooing, followed by three hours of staring at black ink alone. You can find yourself loosing interest. I fought that impulse. I suggested a break. He happily agreed. Both of us smokers, we stepped outside. It was still hot out. It was 9:30at night and it was probably eighty-five degrees. Not unusual around here for August. As the phone rang I flicked my cigarette butt and stepped back inside. I answered with the typical greeting. On the other end was quiet and timid voice.
Now the shop I worked in at this point was in a strip. Not a strip mall, but a small four unit strip in an unincorporated area. A common place for tattoo shops to be found, due to municipal zoning regulations. On the far left was what could only be described as a rub and tug. I later found out from one of the women that worked there, that they wouldn't actually touch you. But you could touch yourself. To the right of them was a vacant space. Next to that space was the shop. To the right of the shop was a head shop. They sold the typical bongs, and bowls, etc, etc. It at one point was both a head shop, and an adult toy store. No video booth or anything, but they did sell toys, videos, and magazines. But that part of their business had long since been overcome by the weed paraphernalia.
So the voice on the phone asks if we are the head shop. I tell her no, this is the tattoo shop, they are next door. She asks me if they are still there, and what time they close. I give her the information, she thanks me and hangs up. Both refreshed a little from our break, my and I get back at it. We're almost done. Just a little more to go. As I'm filling in the last section of the design, the phone rings again. I get up, snap off my gloves and grab the phone. My takes the opportunity to check his phone. On the other end of the line is the same quiet timid voice as before. She asks if the head shop still has the porn store attached. I tell her I didn't think so. But they might, or at least they might still some adult themed things. Such as magazines or videos. I asked her why she didn't call and ask them directly. She told me she tried but no one answered. I said I wasn't completely sure. It was true, I hadn't actually stepped foot in there in well over a year or more. She asked if I knew of an adult bookstore type of place nearby. And I honestly had no Idea. I thought it was a weird question to ask a stranger. At this point I figured she's clearly planning to remain anonymous so why not find out more. I ask her what she was looking for exactly. There was a long pause. As if she was stunned I'd ask that, or she was trying to think of a less embarrassing answer to give me. Eventually she replied with, "I was hoping to buy a vibrator". She didn't just come right out and say that. It sort of awkwardly made it's way from her brain and out her mouth. I could tell she was embarrassed to say it out loud. I asked her why she needed one of those? I knew the answer to the question, but I wanted to hear her say it. I think at this point she realized this was anonymous, and she was coming out of her shell just a bit. So she shot back at me with, "because I don't have someone like you to take care of me"! I laughed out loud. I think she thought, that'll shut this guy up. She clearly hadn't met me. All see did was make this conversation a contest. My competitive side kicked in. No way was I about to be out done. I replied back with, "well I'm here until ten, so if you really need to be taken care of, come see me". She laughed and said "ok", and with that we hung up.
I sat back down and got to work. My said, "that was quite a conversation". I told him it's a tattoo shop, we get all kinds of strange calls and people coming in. We finished his piece just before ten. I bandaged him up he thanked me and was gone. Finally this day was over. I broke down my station, sterilized it and started to close up for the night. I was almost out the door when the phone rang. I considered not picking it up. But I thought the owner might be calling to check and see if I was still there. He'd done it before. He wasn't above driving by to check if we'd closed early or opened late. He wasn't much for trust. To be fair he had been taken advantage of in the past. But that was mostly do to his poor choices in employees, and the dissatisfaction in his employees he himself cultivated with his actions. So I decided just in case, I had better answer it. I picked it up, and it was none other than my quiet vibrator customer again. I told her if she was trying to stalk me she was off to a good start. She asked if I was serious. "Serious about what I asked". About me taking care of her if she needed it she replied. I told her I work all the time, she was welcome to stop in and meet me. She sheepishly asked, "what about tonight". I told her I was just about to leave, she told me she was about ten minutes away. She was driving to the head shop to see if the porn side was still there. But if I was around she'd at least say hello. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. I told her I'd stick around and meet her. It was the least I could do. We had already been through so much together, haha.
Now I had no idea what to expect. I had heard her voice, but that was it. It was a sweet soft voice, a little high pitched. It was rather endearing. Aside from that I had no information about this girl. All sorts of images ran through my mind. What would she look like? How tall was she? Blonde or brunette? Thin or overweight? Old or young? I could guess by the sound of her voice, and the shyness it exuded, that she was on the younger side. So I sat there in the shop waiting. No music playing half the lights off. Neons off and dull. A tattoo shop is never more depressing than when the lights and music are off. I enjoy the chaos and noise of a lively shop. As I sat there contemplating how boring the shop seemed, and who was about to enter it, I dazed off for a moment. Partly caught up in my own daydreaming, and partly feeling exhausted from a full, long, hot day. Just at the moment before I really slipped into a deep daydream, I heard that soft voice again. Only this time it wasn't over the phone. I had completely missed the sound of the door opening. "Hi" was all I heard. I turned in my chair to she her standing in front of the door. Almost to scared to come in to the shop all the way. As if she was ready to beat a hasty retreat if she needed or wanted to.
I stood up and returned the "Hi". "I'm Luke, what's your name"? "I'm Melanie". Ah Melanie. Melanie was indeed young. I later found out she was twenty-four. She was dirty blonde with blue eyes, and on the short side. I'd guess she was 5'3". She was a curvy girl. Not fat by any means. But this girl had curves for days. She was wearing cut off jean shorts, and a black tank top. She had on flip flops that showed of what appeared to be well pedicured red toenails. There was just the hint of acne beneath what little makeup she had on. You got the sense that this girl thought she was unattractive. She wasn't. What this girl was, and is sometimes overlooked in favor of superficial beauty, was cute as hell. The kind of cute that over time holds up well. One look at this girl and you knew she was going to be cute for years, and mature in to a beautiful natural woman over the years. I guessed she at one point was head over heels for a guy, who had overlooked her for a slimmer, more self-absorbed, and popular girl. And it had hurt her. But she had no reason to feel that way. She was fantastic. I was pleasantly surprised. Now it's at this point I should tell you, I had no intention of anything happening with Melanie. Only to meet her. I was tired from work. I was sweaty and in need of a shower and some sleep. So I asked her if she still wanted to investigate next door. She did. I said I'd go with her, so away we went. I locked the shop up, and we wandered in to the head shop.
I opened the door for her, but she told me to go first. Her timidness was not just relegated to tattoo shops apparently. I stepped in followed by my new friend Melanie. The first thing you notice in this shop is the overwhelmingly powerful aroma of incense. It's not so much that it hits you, as it punches you in the face. Leaving your eyes watering and the urge to sneeze growing. Or maybe I just don't like the smell of the stuff. Secondly it is very dimly lit, with the exception of the display cases filled with various ways to smoke weed. Some jam band I couldn't and wouldn't be able to identify was playing on the stereo. Boxes were everywhere, and the place was disorganized. Obviously run by people who enjoyed the very thing they were promoting the use of. Melanie was almost hiding behind me. The woman sitting at the counter next to the register looked up from her book and asked if we needed anything. I turned to Melanie and she shook her head no. Indicating to me she was to shy to even ask for the thing she had driven here to find. So I said we were just going to look around a little. She immediately returned her gaze back to her book. We wandered around for a few minutes before I asked Melanie if she was going to ask. She said she was to nervous to ask. Before she could stop me I had turned to the disinterested woman behind the counter and ask,"do you still sell sex toys"? She looked up and simply replied, "no not anymore". I turned and Melanie looked at me. She seemed disappointed. We thanked the woman and left. Out in the parking lot I told Melanie I was sorry she drove all the way out here for nothing. She said it was alright. I asked her what she was going to do now. She said I guess I'm just gonna go home. She had a sad almost pathetic look on her face. I felt bad. I asked her if she wanted to go somewhere with me. She perked up a little and asked where. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I lived twenty-five to thirty minutes away. I thought for a minute, and said how about the hotel down the road a minute. She looked at me with those big blue eyes, and smiled. But behind that smile was some trepidation. She wasn't sure, but she wanted to. She paused for about thirty seconds and I chimed in with, "it's ok we don't", and she cut me off. "Sure lets go", flew out of her mouth. I told her to follow me, and off we went.
In the elevator things were quiet. I glanced over at her, and caught her looking me up and down. When she realized I saw her she froze like a cute deer in the headlights. I asked her what she thought. She blushed. I told her I thought she was extremely sexy, and she looked great. She blushed even more and adjusted herself a little. I leaned in and kissed her. A soft quick kiss right on the lips. My right hand found it's way to the small of her back. She lifted up on her tip toes to meet my kiss. It was adorable and turned me on. Just as the kiss was ending the door opened. Standing there was an elderly couple. They obviously saw us kissing. The woman had a stern disapproving look on her face. The man, I assume was her husband gave us a small smile. We excused ourselves past them and headed to the room. Once in the room I threw my stuff on the floor and turned the ac on. It was hot in there. I walked over to Melanie who had sat on the bed. I leaned in and kissed her again, my hand cupping the back of her neck. I broke the kiss and said I needed to shower. I headed in to the bathroom and turn on the water. The cool verging on warm water felt great after a long, hot, busy day. I got out feeling refreshed and revitalized. Of course the fact that a sexy woman I just met was in the next room didn't hurt either.I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed out of the bathroom. The tv was on, and some movie was playing on hbo. Melanie was under the covers. She asked how my shower was. I jokingly told her it was lonely. She said so is this bed. And with that she threw the covers off. Shy sweet, timid Melanie was naked. Completely nude. Her curvy body on full display. She was tan with subtle tan lines. She had obviously spent some time at the pool this summer. My eyes traced her body from head to toes. Her breasts were large but firm. She had just the slightest of bit of a belly. Her legs were tan and toned. I could see a small patch of blonde pubic hair just above her pussy. My lingering look and the silence was making her nervous. She had summoned up the courage to strip and present herself to me. And now the long gaze and my silence had her questioning wether she was good enough. Wether she was attractive to me. She started to blush, but not just in her cheeks. Her whole body blushed. She reached for the sheet to cover herself back up. "I said no don't". She said, "but am I sexy". I walked around the bed to the side she was on, I leaned down and kissed her firmly on the lips. We released the kiss and and I said, "you're unbelievably sexy". I dropped my towel and climbed into bed with her. My erection brushed her thigh to which she said, "I guess you do find me sexy".
We spent the next twenty minutes kissing as our hands roamed all over one another. She would run her hands up and down my arms. While i alternated between cupping her breasts and ass. Her ass was divine. She began to stroke my cock with her left hand. Her hand was soft and it felt amazing. I told her to stop. She looked at me as if she'd done something wrong. I kissed her and retreated down her body. I stopped at her breasts to suck on her nipples. They were not large but they stood erect and invited a flick from the tongue. I lingered there for a few moments sucking each one in to my mouth then flicking my tongue up and down across it then swirl around it. Biting it just before the point of pain before releasing it from my mouth. I traced her belly with my tongue. Headed to my ultimate goal. She giggled as my tongue slipped across her hip. I pushed her legs apart. I inhaled the scent of her. Sweet, and slightly musky. We all know that smell. The unmistakeable scent of an aroused woman. I kissed the inside of her thighs. Alternating between them. I leaned back to see her beautiful pussy in all it's glory. She said, "don't look at it". She was embarrassed, but she had no reason to be. It was glorious. The blonde patch of hair stopped just above her hood. Below that it was a smooth pink paradise. Her lips were only slightly parted. I told her that it was amazing, and this time when she blushed it was out of pure joy. It was one of those smiling blushes. And with that I pressed my tongue to her clit and held it there gently. She gasped softly. I ran my tongue down the length of her and then back up. At the crest of the up I found her clit waiting impatiently for my tongue. I pinned it down and rotated my tongue across it, keeping the pressure up. What followed was pure joy for the both of us. Her enjoying my tongue exploring every part of her. And me loving every second of tasting her. Feeling each and every subtle fold and texture of her delicious pussy. She came the first time as my tongue pushed it's way past her lips and into her. The second time was while I was flicking her clit up and down up and down. After her second orgasm her juices went from wet and sweet with a hint of musky, to silky smooth and sweeter.
I lifted my head from between her legs. My beard wet with her juices. I climbed up and kissed her. The two of us tasting her on my lips and tongue. She reached down and slowly stroked my cock with her soft hand. She would cup my balls in her hand and massage them. I couldn't tell if sweet Melanie was more experienced than I had previously thought. Or if she was just caught up in the moment, and acting on instinct. Either way I was in heaven. She released my balls and stroked my cock again. I got up and walked to my stuff on the floor. She asked where I was going. I replied, "no where". I grabbed a condom from my stuff. I walked back over slipped back into bed and ripped the wrapper open. I put the condom on and positioned myself on top of Melanie. I looked her in the eyes and asked, "are you sure?" She looked back at me and replied, "fuck me already". Well I wasn't about to take orders from timid Melanie. So I teased her a little. I pressed the head of my cock against her, but never actually entering her. She whimpered softly, hoping for more. I would lift off and then apply pressure again. She started pouting a little. Just when she was about to get mad, I slowly and firmly pressed myself inside her. Constant pressure as I moved deeper and deeper inside of her, until I was in her completely. She held her breath and once fully in her she released it. A wave of release and pleasure washed over her. Were before she was shy, timid, and a little hesitant. Now she was completely relaxed and free. As if that was what she had been after all along. She was completely as ease now. She could enjoy herself with reckless abandon.
We got lost in that moment. I don't know how long we fucked that way. I soon had sweat beading up on my forehead. I rolled over to catch my breath. Melanie took charge and climbed on top of me. She sat on my cock and bounced on it as if it was her last night on earth. Something in her had awakened, and she was embracing it. She spun around and now her beautiful ass was staring me in the face. I watched as her ass bobbed up and down, and my cock disappeared and reappeared from her tight pussy. It was more than I could take. I grabbed her hips and threw her off of me. I positioned her on all fours. I got behind her and prepared to attack. She said, "yes fuck me from behind". But that's not the impulse I was submitting to. I grabbed her hips again, only I buried my face between those glorious cheeks of hers. I licked her clit up across her pussy, stopping only briefly to suck on her lips. Then continued on to my destination. My tongue delicately circled her tight ass. She let out a loud yelp. She began to try and protest, but before she could my tongue was in her ass. The yelp changed in to a moan. My hand came up to massage her clit as my tongue slipped in and out of her ass. My left hand massaging her cheek. Whatever reservations Melanie had about my tongue in this sensitive spot had drifted away. Her moaning grew and grew. her hips started to gyrate in rhythm with my hand rubbing her clit. She was building to an orgasm. My tongue kept up it's pace, as my hand sped up. Her moaning reached a crescendo as her orgasm passed through her. She let out a long moan as it rippled through her body. She spasmed and jerked. It was so strong it pushed my tongue out of her. She collapsed on her stomach in front of me. Her tanned ass staring back at me. I felt so proud of my accomplishment. I laid next to her as she caught her breath.
She lifted her head, looked at me and said, "wow, no one has ever done that to me before". I just smiled. She reached over and grabbed my cock. She ran her hand up and down it. She said, "I think it's your turn". She had me sit on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of me. She licked my balls suck each one in to her mouth one at a time. She then ran her tongue up the length of my shaft before swallowing it. She proceeded to suck my cock with enthusiasm hardly ever matched. It was less like she was sucking it, than making out with it. It was gentle and firm, passionate and exciting. She would release it from her mouth, and gently stroke it. Her hand was amazing. It was all I could do to hold back. i wanted this feeling to last as long as I could. But I was no match for her. I told her I was going to cum. She told me to cum wherever I wanted. I stood up she continued to stroke me. She looked into my eyes and said, "cum for me!!!" That was all it took. I an instant I was spraying cum all over her big luscious tits. Four giant spurts of cum erupted from within me. She squeezed my cock and slowly stroked making sure not a drop was left in me. I fell backwards on the bed. I was spent. She kissed me, and the next thing I heard was the shower running. It took me a minute, but I got up and joined her in there. We soaped each other up and kissed. Afterwards we got in bed to watch whatever was on tv. I promptly fell asleep spooning her. Our naked bodies pressed together. When I woke up the next day, she written a note on the hotel note pad. It was her number and simply said "Thank you. I want more of that!!"
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In the shop
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Posted:Jun 3, 2018 11:34 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 4:18 am
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My head was down, as I toiled away on a rather squirmy . I believe her name was Diana. She was getting a butterfly on her hip. It was rather high up on her hip, more the love handle area. She was not enjoying my needles as much as others have. To be honest I found her to be a bit of a drama queen. She had made me redraw the image several times and reposition the stencil four times. She struck me as the type of woman who wouldn't bat a fake eyelash at asking to speak to a manager in any other establishment. This being a tattoo shop we are somewhat insulated from that type of behavior. Most people are either intimidated, or simply think whats the point. So Diana was stuck, the tattoo was started, and all she could do was sit there and accept her fate for however much longer it took to finish the tattoo. A butterfly tattoo she had chosen to symbolize her rebirth from a recent divorce. I tried several times to calm her down, get her to relax and breath. She needed to hold still so as not to cause a mistake in her own tattoo. But to no avail, she was hurting and she couldn't, or wouldn't contain herself. She was moving and moaning. If dawned on me that had you simply heard her without the context of what was happening. Had some one recorded her and played it back to you. You would be hard pressed to distinguish her sounds as either caused by pain or pleasure. Although I had a suspicion that if Diana was in the throws of passion, she'd by to timid or embarrassed to actually make this much noise.
As I struggle to apply the best tattoo I can to Diana, she reaches out to her friend Mary. She asks to hold Mary's hand. Now Mary was not at all like Diana. Where Diana was dressed to impress. Mary was almost deliberately dressed down. Diana was wearing white shorts, and a revealing top with an exposed back. Showing off her sexy middle aged body, which she clearly maintains. She was not overweight, but she was a curvy woman. Her hair and nails were done, and her makeup was impeccable. Mary on the other hand was almost her opposite. Mary was a thin woman. Not skinny, but also not as curvy as Diana. Mary had dark brown hair with just a faintest wisps of grey. She was making no attempt to hide her age, unlike Diana. She was wearing a a simply brown dress. No makeup on, but her natural beauty was obvious to anyone who took the time to see it. She was quiet and unassuming. Again the opposite of her loud, brass friend writhing in my chair, almost insuring everyone pays attention to her. Mary held Diana's hand and gave quiet encouragement. The two of them had come in to get tattooed together. I got the sense that it was at Diana's urging. Mary seemed a little hesitant when we discussed what she wanted.
While Diana was getting a butterfly to celebrate her divorce. Mary wanted a simple flower on her ankle. However she seemed a little hesitant. Diana urged her on and she agreed. Diana at this point was groaning through her teeth, writhing around, and squeezing Mary's hand. After one particularly painful spot Mary said her hand needed a break. I looked up and she was rubbing her hand which was red from Diana's relentless squeezing. She looked my way and mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to me. Obviously apologizing for her friends behavior. A little more whining and moving and Diana's butterfly was finished. She hopped up and looked in the mirror. She squealed with delight at the new butterfly adorning her hip. I tried to explain how to take care of it as she kept twirling back and forth in front of the full length mirror in my station. I'm fairly certain she heard none of my instructions. I sterilized my work area and began to setup for Mary's tattoo.
Now it was Mary's turn. I applied her stencil, she checked the placement and approved. While all of this was going on, Diana had disappeared. She was on her phone in front of the shop. Sharing the news of her new tattoo loudly with someone. Mary again apologized for her friend. I told her it was fine I had dealt with drunks, junkies, surly homeless, and that an obnoxious divorcee during a mid life crisis was no problem. Mary giggle at the obnoxious part. She had a terrific smile. I followed up with a joke I can't seem to recall at the moment. When she laughed at that joke, she leaned in and put her hand on my forearm. With just the subtlest of a caress. I looked at her and she blushed and smiled nervously. It dawned on her what she had done. It didn't phase me a bit, but she obviously had been caught up talking to a man that didn't find her friend the more important of the two for a change. She jumped off the massage table I work on, and asked where the restroom was. I pointed her in the direction. She was only gone for a minute or two. When she got back she very carefully climbed back up on the table. At this point Diana came back. She asked to see the placement, and as most overbearing friends in a tattoo shop, asked if that was really where Mary wanted it. Mary nodded a yes. Diana said be sure. At this point I pointed out that this was Mary's tattoo not Diana's. She backed down, and as I turned Mary gave me a grateful grin. I was ready to go. I asked Mary if she was ready to start. She told me to wait a minute. She was summoning her courage. Or so I thought.
Now at this point I should explain the layout of the shop a little. I worked in a row of stations all lined up from the front to the back of the shop. On one side stations and the other seating and waiting area. The station I had was the last one towards the back. So it was a little secluded. I sit facing the front of the shop, so as Mary is positioned on the table, her feet are facing me. Had you walked in, you would have seen her shoulders and the back of her head. It was a relatively quiet day at the shop. So there we are Myself, Mary working up to her tattoo, Diana holding Mary's hand and scrolling on her phone. Diana was moral support in presence only. Mary was taking breathing deeply. I placed my hand on her ankle and held it. I looked at her and said "relax, breath normally, you'll be fine". She smiled and said ok I'm ready. I began the tattoo with a small line, just enough to give her an idea of what it would feel like. The tattoo was on her right inner ankle. She was positioned with her right leg stretched out straight, and her left leg bent as she played on her right hip. She exhaled deeply as the first line finished. I asked if she was ok. She said yeah it was kind of nice. Not at all what she thought it would feel like. I asked if she thought it really felt nice. She told me yeah in a weird way she sort of enjoyed it. "Really" I asked again. She nodded and I continued. Now when I work I'm usually head down and focused. I'll chat with the , but I usually just keep my head in my work. But Mary was starting to make some unusual noises. Just as I noticed them Diana announces she needs to go make a call. With her gone Mary had no hand to hold. This forced her to readjust a little. When she did I paused and looked up. As she adjusted herself her dress rode up slightly. I guessed she was unaware of this and just concentrating on the tattoo process. However when I glanced at her face she had a sly grin on. I glanced back down as if to inspect my work. But the intrigue got the better of me. I looked squarely between Mary's legs. I thought I was about to see a hairy but trimmed pubic area. Mary's unassuming and simple nature lead me to think she would have some pubic hair covering herself. I was as I so often am incorrect. What I saw was a hairless, pink, pouty lipped vagina that was obviously wet. I immediately looked up at Mary's face. Not only was there a sly grin, but this unassuming, simply dressed, incredibly sexy, and devious woman winked at me. She actually winked at me.
I have to say I was a little stunned. Excited, honored, and stunned. I proceeded to work on her tattoo. I applied the lifework. All the while her strange noises continued. They weren't loud. But where Diana's sounds were caused by pain that could be confused for pleasure. Mary's sounds were starting to lead me to believe her's were pleasure that were masquerading as pain. I agin glanced between her legs. The lips that were pouty a few minutes before, were now fully opened and inviting. The wetness glistened catching the light from my lamp pointed her way. Again she smiled at me. I asked if she was ok. She didn't even speak, she nodded several times and hummed a "mhhhmmm". So I continued on to the color. As I added colors her noises got slightly louder. She also started to move around ever so slightly. Not enough to cause any mistakes, but enough for me to notice. As I got closer and closer to finishing she made more noise. As I colored the second to last leaf of the flower she let out the loudest moan so far. As she did the toes on her left foot curled and she was grabbing the side of the massage table with her hands. I lifted off and dipped for more ink. When turned back her body had completely relaxed. She was now almost slumped in place. I looked between her legs which she was now purposely showing off. And what was once a wet alluring pussy, was now a drenched mess, but no less alluring. And the distinct aroma of sex was in the air. I put the finishing touches on her flower. I washed it off, lingering as I rubbed her ankle. She hopped up and took a look at it in the mirror. Asked her if she liked it. She turned, looked me in the eye, and said "I loved, love it". I bandaged her up and gave her the instructions for how to take care of it. I also asked her to explain those instructions to Diana, who had completely disappeared. She paid me, and asked if she could give me a hug. When she did, she whispered in my ear "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did". "And judging by that bulge I think you did". And with that she left to find her friend.
Later that night as I was counting my money I found a twenty dollar bill with the name Mary and a phone number on it.
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