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As every night that Skip, myself and the guys go out we always ended up separated, going home with random woman. Well, unless one of us meets a sexy kitten with a couple friends for each of us, then we party hard all night long together which is hardly ever the case... hence, tonight for instance.

“Who?” Not that I hadn’t heard this a trillion times. I honestly do not see it, it gets rather annoying. Hey, whatever gets me in their panties, it works for me.

“That Channing guy, err,” she hiccuped. “You know, that Dear John letter movie guy,” she was thinking way too hard.

“Channing Tatum?” I don’t understand why woman say this. Granted, yes, I have the same body shape, and messy black hair but I have dark brown eyes and far more tattoos than that guy has.

“Yes! That’s it!” she giggled. “You’re sexy, rawr!

“Well, thank you,” I smiled at her, internally rolling my eyes and smacking myself on the forehead for putting myself through this just to get my dick wet. Ah, the things I do for sex...

This was exactly why I was only into one night stands. Not that I don’t or would never want a serious relationship, I do. Just with a specific someone who wouldn’t use me for my talent, or my money. Someone who is down to earth, and someone who will appreciate me for who I am.

“Here we are!” she squealed as we reached the Mirage.

We shuffled around the casino, through crowds of people. Hot chicks were everywhere; black skin, brown skin, tan skin, not so tan skin in mini dresses and skirts galore. Titties were in my face every which way that I turned.

“Hi,” a tall brunette, with green eyes and red lips brushed up against me as I walked past her. The sweet smell of Sex On the Beach swept across my face.

“Hey,” I gave her my signature smirk and kept after Blondie or whatever the hell her name is... I can't remember. Next time sweetheart... So many woman, so little time. God, I fucking love Vegas!

One thing I can say is for damn sure is that I will never take a woman to my own house. I learned that the hard way. I make sure and explain to each and every one of these females that all I am interested in is sex, once. They claim that they agree, and fully understand. But, they don’t, hell no. The last girl's heat I dappled into that lived here in Vegas kept coming over, and coming over. Stopping by the shop, followed me home and begged me to sleep with her again. It freaked me out a little bit then I had to tell her to get the hell on. I'm honestly not a dick head, just sometimes all I do is think with one.

“Are you sharing a room with anyone?” I asked between breaths as she had jumped on my back down the hallway of the twentieth floor. I would say it were difficult if I had been drinking, but, I don’t drink all that often. Hardly ever, really.

“Negative soldier, that way!” she pointed down the hallway and kept on laughing. I winced, the laughter stinging my eardrums making me dizzy . If she wasn’t so damn sexy, I would say screw this and put her down. I would possibly even run the fuck away from this chick.

We made it to her room, she fumbled the card key in her hands for at least two minutes. I tried to help, but she insisted that she could do it. So damn stubborn. I looked around down the hallway, blowing a breath of air out of boredom.

“Got it,” she turned around, her pink stained lips curled up into a smile. Her blue eyes screamed something along the lines of ‘fuck me’, she blinked slowly. She was relatively calm all of a sudden which made me that much harder for her. I traced my bottom lip with my tongue as my eyes scanned her soft, tan skin from her collarbone down to her red toe nails. Still in the doorway, I kissed her. I felt her body melt under my touch.

“Harder,” she moaned in my ear, wrapping her legs around my waist tighter as I pounded into her faster. I was bucking, hitting her g-spot with every thrust of my hips.

“You like it when I do that, don’t you,” I whispered against her lips.

“Grr...” she growled like a panther. Flipping me over, she straddled me then rode my cock like she were riding a bull.

“Holy shit!” I laughed aloud, enjoying every moment of this freaky nasty babe above me, tits bouncing furiously.

I could feel her tightening around me, I knew she was close. I pinched the bridge of my nose, struggling to hold back making sure I was someone that little Miss. Princess would never forget. I wanted to be the person she would run back to wherever she was from and talk about to her friends for days.

I felt her rhythm was suddenly interrupted when I had heard the the door click open.

“I cannot believe you lost ten grand, Harold! Ten grand!” an older woman's voice rang from the doorway.

“Please, Patricia,” a man whined. “Must you rub it in all night?”

“Oh, shit! My parents!” she whispered frantically, hopping off of my now limp, cock-blocked erection.

“Your what?” I quickly jumped off the bed as quick as I could, grabbing my clothes. I was trying to shove my pants on when the mother screamed from behind me.

“A man’s ass, Harold! A man’s ass!” she shrilled, pointing her damn fake ass tiger claws at me.

“Sorry, I am so sorry!” I said, throwing my other leg into my jeans as I tried to get past the parents failing miserably. I kept tripping on my pant leg. I fell with an ‘oomph’ landing on my face out the door of their hotel room. All the while, the mom was still screaming about my bare ass.

I turned around, tripping along the hallway to see the dad standing in the door frame of the hotel room. “You sick bastard! Stay the hell away from my daughter, you man whore!” he yelled.

~

I walked the strip for over an hour letting my heart calm down from the adrenaline rush. I was miserable as my shirt was sticking to my back in the hot desert heat, and my blue balls were aching up in my gut making me feel as though I wanted to vomit. Fuck, I felt like I was back in high school.

How old was that girl? She had to have been at least eighteen, right? Oh, well… who cares? I told her my name was Van Dam anyways. She will never find me even if she tried to.

I walked into the door of mine and Skip's apartment which was a decent size with an open floor plan. It had a nice size kitchen to the left of the front door with black granite counter tops that overlooked the tan leather furniture in the living room. We didn't have a whole lot of things as we wanted to keep it simple, much easier to clean. I could hear Skip making some chick’s night, the sounds of her enjoyment echoing down the walls of the hallway and into the kitchen. I smirked, reaching into the cupboard above the fridge for the whiskey bottle. I know, I don’t drink often. But tonight, I do.

I plopped down onto the tan leather lounger chair and kicked my black Van’s off before setting my feet onto the matching ottoman staring at the black flat screen across the living room. What a fucking night. I looked down the hallway when I heard Skip’s bedroom door open.

“Stay just like that, I’ll be right back with the whip cream and chocolate,” he said excitedly before shutting the door.

“You nasty ass freak,” I shook my head and took a mean gulp of whiskey. I coughed as it burned going down. I never understood why people like the taste of this shit.

“You’re drinking,” he commented as he walked past me in his boxer briefs with semi-wood towards the kitchen. I watched him fish out the whip cream, he checked the expiration date as dude is weird, then grabbed a hold of the chocolate syrup.

“And?” I took another drink, this time it going down much smoother.

“Alright, what happened?” he plopped down across the living room on the matching leather couch setting his freak nasty condiments to the side.

“Am I a whore?” I frowned. Yeah, that was bothering me. “I mean, yeah, I sleep around but I have never paid for sex, nor would I ever do that. I don't have sex randomly all week long... only when we go out do I seek a piece of hanky-skanky.”

“That blonde sex button called you a whore?” he laughed aloud. “Oh, my fucking God, dude!”

“No,” I huffed. “Her dad,”

“Oh, what!?” Skip fell back into the couch laughing hysterically.

I threw the lid to the whiskey bottle at him, “You're such an asshole, come on,”

He sat up, his hand on his stomach as he tried to stop laughing. “Holy shit! That is awesome!”

“Just getting a drink of water, sorry to interrupt,” I hear a girls voice coming from down the hallway.

Skip and I stared at the chick as she strutted through our living room in a see through, black lace bra and matching panties. I could tell through the front of her black lace that she was bald and had erect nipples the size of dimes. All thoughts of castrating Skip were now gone only to be replaced by my once throbbing blue balls.

She headed into the kitchen without us saying one single word. She was around five-foot-five with a tiny waist and incredible curves. Her short brown hair in perfect curls. Bright vintage style tats draped her back and sleeved down her arms. Her face like that of a porcelain doll with perfect blushed cheeks, bright red lipstick, and eyeliner making her eyes like those of a cat. Skip liked the pin-up style woman. I have to admit that they are sexy as hell. Especially this one.

“Goodnight,” she winked at me with a smile like a Van Doren.

“Night,” I slightly waved and watched her plump ass sway the entire way down the hall until she disappeared into Skip’s room. I was torturing myself.

“Damn, dude. Where did you find her at?” I swigged on the whiskey as my eyes stayed down the empty hallway. The sound of whip cream being sprayed in my lap caught my attention.

“What the hell are you doing!?” my body went completely stiff.

“We will just extinguish that,” he squirt my crotch once more. “There,” he plopped back down on the couch like he didn't just spray my tent with his sex cream.

“She's from Nostalgia,” he winked at me. His perfect brown hair was all fucked up, red lipstick kisses all over his face. I couldn’t help but laugh at his goofy ass.

“Of course you did,” I sighed, scooping a handful of whip cream then shoving it in my mouth.

“You are seriously missing out, the chicks are gorgeous. I don’t see what the big deal is about going to Nostalgia, Vice,” he shrugged, leaning forward. His elbows rested on his knees.

“Miller is a dick,” I piped, eating the rest of what was left on my jeans.

“So what! If you go, he might ask you to play in a tourney, say no. Fuck him,”

“Yeah, okay.” I rolled my eyes. “I could see that I would end up having to kick his and his possies asses,” I huffed knowing damn well that Chase was trouble and by no means would he help me to stay out of trouble. “Besides, I really would just rather stay away from him, he’s bad news,”

“Will you just think about it? Just think about going one time with me? Dude, just once and I swear to God that you will want to go back. It’s amazing in that place. It’s so damn packed that I doubt Chase would even see you,”

“Fine, I will think about it,” I stood from the chair, placing the whiskey on the kitchen counter. “I have an early appointment in the morning so I need to hit the sack,”

“It’s Sunday. Who’s your early appointment?” Skip questioned from behind me as we walked to the hallway. We only took clients on Sundays by appointment only. Usually Sunday was a free day as everyone partied so hard on Friday and Saturday nights that no one ever really wanted work done.

I stopped at my door and turned around. “Harlow Jean,” I smiled.

His mouth gaped. “You lucky son of a bitch,”

I shut the door in Skips face as I laughed. That I am one lucky son of a bitch. There is no other female in this world that is anything like Harlow Jean. I live for her tat sessions with me every few months. She came to me with the most sexy porcelain skin I had ever seen. It was flawless, a prime sheen of tattoo real estate begging to be inked. The first time she walked into the shop was four years ago on a Sunday when she was nineteen. I have been tattooing her ever since. She is now fully sleeved with half of her back done. I am anxious about tomorrows session as it will be on the inside of her right thigh. I am going to make sure that I take my sweet ass time on her, too. Who wouldn’t?

“Goodnight, Skip,” I said, taking my jeans off and tossing them in the corner.

“Goodnight, bastard,” he sighed, then quickly opened my bedroom door.

“Oh, my sweet Jesus, Skip. What is it now?” I took my shirt off and tossed it on my jeans.

“No, you are not a he bitch,” he smiled then shut my door.

~

My alarm went off at 8:00 AM. I didn’t have to be at the shop until 9:30 which was a perfect amount of time to go for a run. I made sure and ran four miles. I wanted to be clear headed, and relaxed when Harlow came in and after a night like I had last night, I needed it.

I was setting up my counter listening to Radioactive by the Imagine Dragons when I heard the door chime.

“Imagine Dragons,” a sweet voice said from behind me. A voice that makes my heart race and my palms sweaty.

“Well, well… if it isn’t Miss. Harlow Jean,” I smiled listening to the smack of her flip flops as she drew closer. My back still turned toward the door as I sat upon my tiger printed rolling chair. I threaded the needle through the barrel before spinning around.

“Well, well… if it isn’t the most handsome tattooist in all of Vegas,” she smiled, showing the dimple on her left cheek. A dimple I would give anything to kiss.

I swallowed hard, taking in her appearance. Harlow in her short and tattered, cut off jean shorts. A loose fitted, pink tank top with palm trees and a sunset centered across her perfect D cup tits, and a pair of black flip flops. Harlow’s blonde hair just below her chin was in waves, full lips rosy and as she smiled, her lip gloss sparkled. She looked like a sexy as hell beach bunny which didn’t surprise me, her being from Malibu.

I smiled in return staring into her big blue eyes with minimal mascara. She never wore a lot of make up. She didn’t need to, she was beautiful without all of the bullshit most chicks wear. To be quite frank… she was one of the most gorgeous females I have ever seen.

And there goes my heart taking a flying fucking leap through my chest. “Hey, now. No need to be nice,” I spun back around in my chair, I finished setting up.