Freeing Tuesday (4 page)

Evan

“Son of a bitch, Sean! I can’t believe you actually let me tattoo that on you," I double over in
laughter as he checks out his leg in the mirror.

He laughs, twisting to get a better look. “Seriously, how often do you get to tell a chick that you have a cock below your knee?”

“Uh, every day.” I roll my eyes at him. This is something he should already know. “So that’s going to be your new pick up line? Hi, I’m Sean, I have a cock below my knee, you wanna see?”

He chucks a roll of cellophane at me. “It’s better than 'Hi, I’m Evan, the town bike, everybody gets a ride'.”

“Not everybody,” I huff. The bell over the door chimes and we both turn to see who is coming in. We were dead most of the day, go figure, half hour before we close and someone comes in.  “Except her… I’d be a bike for her any day.” Who is talking here?

I pull myself around the counter toward the banging body that just walked in. My eyes rake over her from the top of her blonde head, over her gorgeous face, to her flaunted enhanced tits. I pause there, saying a silent thanks for the invention of breast implants. The skin at the edge of her shirt catches my attention and draws my eyes down to the jeans that had to have been painted on.

I fight to bring my eyes back to hers and notice she is blushing. “Can I help you?”

“I..,” she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, “I was, um, hoping to get a tattoo.”

She hands me a piece of paper with a group of flowers on it and I point her towards my chair, telling her I’ll be right back. Turning towards Sean, I can’t help but laugh at the grin stretched across his face. “You can go home.”

“I don’t know about that man. You might need some help.” He looks back towards her and grabs his dick. “Maybe the girl wants some girth.”

I walk by him and hit him with my elbow. “Take your
girth
and go.”

Settling on the chair next to the girl, I rest my arm behind me on the desk.

“So, where do you want these flowers…?” I ask and wait for her name.

Instead of hesitating like she did before she takes a deep breath and lifts her shirt. “Amy… My name is Amy and I want them to start here,” her finger touches the top of her ass, sliding up over her hip bone and stops on top of her pubic bone, “and end right here.” Her head tilts to the side and she smiles, the corner of her lip stuck between her teeth.

“This is a lot of work. I’m not sure we’ll be able to get it all done in one sitting.”

“Oh, I don’t mind
coming
more than once.” The emphasis she puts on the word coming is not lost on me at all.

I spin around, grabbing my paper and draw out everything I need. “I’m going to need you to slide your pants down and your shirt up,” I say without looking at her.

“What, no music to strip to?” she teases.

I pull the stereo remote out and press a few buttons. When I hit play, Hinder's
Ladies Come First
pumps out of the speakers. Her lips part and she laughs, letting her hips sway from side to side along with the beat.

She pushes me back so my arms rest against the edge of the table again. I watch her ass sway as she walks over to the door and flicks the lock. Her steps back to me are slow and deliberate, her feet crossing over each other with every step.

Amy’s fingers hook in the edge of her shirt and she slides it slowly up until it's over her head. The way she keeps moving makes me think she does this a lot; her body still banging back and forth to the beat as she reaches for the button on her pants.

My cock throbs and protests against me but I grab her hand and pull her towards me. “If I let you do that right now, no ink will be touching this pretty little body tonight.”

Her voice is breathy as she speaks, “I don’t think I would mind at this point.”

Laughing, I push her back onto the chair. I roll her jeans down where I need them and try hard to ignore the red, lace panties she has on.

***

I finish the outline, knowing that it is as much as we can get done tonight and my fingers rest against the top of her pussy. When I pull my hand back and sweep the towel over her raw skin, my thumb grazes over her barely visible clit. She sucks in a quick breath, her hips rising to meet my hands.

I chuckle. Some days I love the perks of my job. After I clean and cover the fresh ink I snap my gloves off. I toss them in the trash and take the needle out of the gun while Amy stays lying back in the chair as I clean up.

“So,” she starts, “how would you like to be paid? Cash, credit… Trade?”

“Really?” I stare at her as she grins and nods. My fingers slide over her thigh and back to her pussy, my thumb dipping in and circling her clit. “I think we could work something out.” I drop my mouth so it's touching just outside of the new ink, kissing between words. She arches her back, her hips rolling towards my hand as she whimpers lightly.

“Up,” I order, “I want you up and out of those pants.”

I stand up, grabbing my tattoo gun and the roll of cellophane. There is something I have always wanted to try and
I
’m
going to use this chick as a test drive. Her fingers grip my shirt, pulling it over my head before grappling with my belt buckle and dropping to the floor on her knees.

She grips the base of my cock and her lips hover over the tip before she engulfs it. The heat of her mouth feels amazing. I drop my head to watch her bob back and forth. She works me in and out of her mouth until I feel myself bottom out against the back of her throat.

I slide one hand into her hair and move with her head, picking up the pace so I hit her throat faster and faster until she can’t take it and starts gagging.

I smile and pull her to her feet;kissing her, my tongue slides into her mouth as I push her back toward the chair.

“We’re going to do this my way, understand?” She nods as I run the back of my fingers down her throat. “If you do everything I say, I promise to make you scream so loud the neighbors will be jealous.”

“I’ll do whatever you say," she agrees quickly.

I kiss her hard and fast before lowering myself into the chair and propping it up a bit. Grabbing the pedal and gun, I test them so I know they are still on. Her eyes widen and she hesitates.

“No questions. Either you’re in or you’re out. I won’t hurt you. Well, unless you’re into that sort of thing,” I wink and she smiles shyly back at me. “I want you here, on top with your legs over the arms of the chair.”

She does as I ask, the wetness of her pussy sliding against my cock as she moves to where I want her. I lift her ass so she is suspended above me and tell her to stay up.

Reaching down, I grab a condom from my pants and slide it on. Slipping the head of my cock over her clit, I thrust into her quickly a few times. She moans and jolts forward from the force but quickly corrects herself and uses one hand to hold herself up when I stop moving.

“I’m going to try something. I don’t want you to move. If you move I stop, understand?”

“Yes," she whispers. Her eyes roll back as I rock slowly into her.

I cover my gun in the cellophane, grab the pedal, and slide it into her free hand. “You control the speed, I control where it goes.”

She presses into the pedal when I begin thrusting into her. Pulling the cup of her bra down, I lift up and pull her nipple into my mouth, dragging my teeth over it before replacing my mouth with the body of the gun. The vibrations cause her to jump so I pull back and stop moving. She cries out in frustration.

“I told you not to move.”

I sit still for a minute before telling her to hit the pedal again. As the buzzing winds up, I dig my heels into the foot of the chair and slam into her as fast as I can while moving the tattoo gun over her skin.

The closer I get to her pussy the stiffer she gets but she keeps herself from moving the best she can. I use my free hand to open her to me. My thumb slides over her clit again and her head falls backwards.

I pull out so I am barely inside her and when I thrust back into her I press the gun against her clit. She shoots forward and screams. Her fingers dig into my shoulder as I continue my assault on her. I feel her start to squeeze around me as she continues to scream my name. It takes everything I have in me to not come as she tightens like a vice around me.

Her whole body tenses as she rides out her orgasm and she bites into her bottom lip so hard I'm surprised there's no blood. I grab the pedal from her hand and drop it onto the floor along with the gun. Pushing her backwards, her back rests where my feet were and I stand over her.

Someone starts banging on the door but I'm not going to stop now. Not for anything. I fold her legs so they're pressed against her chest and grab her hands, pulling them towards me so I can keep her from falling.

I can feel the sweat forming on my forehead as I move into her as fast as I can and it isn’t long until I start coming. My head rests against her knees as the aftershocks run through me.

“Fucking A, Evan! I know you’re here!” Tuesday's voice screams through the door.

 
      
I pull out of Amy and roll her off the chair. She grabs her pants and pulls them on as fast as she can, her eyes wide as she looks back and forth between me and the door and I can’t help but laugh when I toss the condom in the trash.

I pull Amy into me as she tugs her shirt down. I redo my belt and kiss her quickly. Walking to the door, I unlock it and stand back so she can squeeze by me.

When I pull back the door, I come face to face with Tuesday. Her arms are crossed over her chest; amusement playing on her face. Amy’s face turns beet red and her head drops as she walks by us.

“Come back in a few weeks and we can finish that up," I call out as she walks down the sidewalk.

“I’m pretty sure that would be cause for concern with the health department,” Tuesday shakes her head and stares at me.

Tuesday

“It smells like antiseptic and cheap hookers. Why the hell would you do that here?”

“Do what?”

“Have sex in your shop! That’s disgusting!” I yell and smack him in the shoulder.

He shakes his head like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. “I didn’t have sex with her, I tattooed her.”

I walk around the counter. The gun is on the floor covered in cellophane and the chair is wet. The images that come to mind make me want to throw up. For some reason, I am a little jealous. “I’m not stupid, you pig. I kind of want to go bathe myself in hand sanitizer now!”

My fingers creep down and tug on the bottom of my white, thigh length dress, suddenly self-conscious. Before I started hanging out with Evan I never dressed like this; I was always covered from chest to ankles, I never even wore shorts. But, seeing the way his eyes heat when he sees me like this makes it worth it; even if he doesn’t say anything.

“Oh cut the shit. You’re just jealous it wasn’t you.”

“Yeah no… Let’s just go to the bar. I need to drink this from my mind.” He chuckles as I push my way out by him and back to my car.

                                                                   
      
***

Evan pushes a shot towards me.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Evan?”

He shrugs and mumbles, "Your tits look awesome tonight.”

I don't think he intends for me to hear that, but since I do, I look down at my chest and smile. I'm not ashamed of them. They're kind of small, but whatever. They look pretty amazing in this dress. I look up just in time to catch him ogling my chest and I clear my throat.

“My tits look awesome every day. You're just jealous,” I say, throwing his line from earlier back at him.

“Hell fucking yes I'm jealous. I want to play with them all the time. They're perfect.”

“They're too small...”

“I'm pretty sure I told you before that anything more than a handful was a waste. I kinda wanna nestle my face in there and live forever. It would be like a cozy little home for my face."

I can't help laugh. People are staring and I don't even care at this point. The image he just created is hilarious. It’s not the first time he’s talked about burying his face in random areas of my body. However, other than him pushing me up against the wall the first day we met and kissing me, nothing has happened between us. Not for his lack of trying, but he knows when to stop.

I snap my fingers to regain his attention, “Eyes up, little boy.”

“Little my ass.I'll show you what's not little," he grumbles and reaches under the table.

“I still can’t believe you told that poor girl you would call her and you didn't. I shouldn't have helped! I'm tired of playing your pissed off girlfriend and not getting any of the relationship perks,” I say, thinking about the random girl who was practically begging Evan to leave with her again when I was coming back from the bathroom. With her perfect chest pressed against his arm, I felt a pang oh jealousy as she twirled her blonde hair around her finger. That was until the look in his eyes begged me to save him.