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She took a few steps closer toward the table I would soon have her laying on. It's a vision that I think about on a nightly basis, only to have her in a pair of bright pink thongs. Lotion and Kleenex my only friends.

Taking a few slow breaths to try and relax was becoming difficult, I could smell her. She smelled of cotton candy and vanilla. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath as she hopped onto the red, glittered table next to me. Holy fuck, she smelled so good.

“So, tell me. How have you been?” she asked, her voice was soft and sweet. Just like she smelled.

I watched her delicate fingers place her blonde hair behind her ear. “Just living day by day,” I smiled. “I haven’t seen you in over four months, what have you been up to?”

Harlow usually came in every three months and after four, I was beginning to wonder what she was up to and if she were okay. In the last four years, we had gotten pretty close. We have told each other things we have never told anyone else. Although we have never exchanged cell numbers or hung out outside of Mad Tatter. I still considered her a good friend of mine.

“I know, it’s been awhile,” she frowned staring down at her hands as she fidgeted. “I’ve just been working a lot is all. My brother has been really stressed out so I’ve been working extra hours making deliveries. Just been really tired,”

I wanted to grab her hands, kiss each knuckle up to her wrists and up her inked arms. With a body that smelled so sweet, I could only imagine how she would taste on my tongue. I felt my dick twitch.

“I understand,” From what she had said, she works as a florist for her brothers floral business. I had looked up The Lily Room once, just because I was curious and nothing came up, I never asked about it.

“I finally have a day off,” she relaxed, lying down on the table. Her hands came together across the top of her slender waist.

“And what does Miss. Harlow Jean have planned for her epic day off?” I reached over to grab the sketch of a Lily I had drawn up for her tattoo. Lily’s were her late mothers favorite flower. Which made sense, The Lily Room.

“Absolutely nothing,” she smiled at me. “Well, with the exception of hanging out with you of course…” she paused. “That being a good thing because, well... I kind of missed you, Vice,”

My heart stammered. Did she just say that she missed me? I looked into her tired blue eyes. They were soft and kind and somewhat sad.

“I missed you, too,” I nudged her leg with my elbow. “So, this is what I came up with,” I handed her the Lily sketch.

“Oh, my God! Vice! I love it!” she cooed making me smile like a bitch. This girl seriously could get to me. She is the only person in my twenty five years of life that could ever make me smile the way she can.

“Good,” I took it back from her. “Always happy to please,” I mentally slapped myself for that ridiculous ass comment. She just stared at me, completely silent for a moment until I spoke up.

“So are we ready? This will take a few hours.” It was a pretty decent size flower that will cover from the damn near the crease of her inner right thigh, to her knee. I am excited as all hell to be between Harlow’s legs.

“Let’s do it, I have all day,” I watched her take a deep breath in and exhale slowly. Her sweet, bubble gum breath circled around me. She slowly shifted her petite body, opening her legs to expose her inner right thigh to me. I always thought it was sexy how nervous she would get right before I would touch the needle to her skin. She would bite her lip, and scrunch her face up as if she were ready to say, “Wait, wait, wait!”

“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” she scrunched her nose.

“Like a bitch,” I said truthfully. The specific spot of real estate she picked is probably one of the most tender spots, and the sexiest.

I sprayed her leg off with antiseptic, and the second I touched her with the paper towel, she jumped making me laugh.

“I’m just cleaning your leg, it’s okay,” I continued to wipe.

“Sorry,” she stifled a laugh, her hand against her mouth.

I sprayed her with the green soap and applied the carbon paper to her damp skin. I placed the tip of a pedal on her upper, inner thigh. I rubbed gently downward until the stem was near her knee. I continued to rub gently for a moment making sure not to miss a centimeter of the flower. I slowly peeled the carbon off.

“How is that?” I leaned back, taking a look at where I put the flower. My God, did she have sexy, tan legs. She wasn’t so porcelain anymore.

She slowly sat up, spreading her legs more to have a look. “Fantastic,” she smiled in approval before laying back down.

“You’re getting tan,” I grabbed my gun and placed my foot on the pedal.

“It’s Vegas,” she said playfully with a shrug.

“Okay, here we go,” I rolled closer to her, placing my silver gloved hand on the crease of her thigh. I pressed down on the pedal, making her leg tense up.

“Relax, Harlow,” I said barely above a whisper, gently pressing down on her thigh. Her leg relaxed against the table as she exhaled slowly, revealing a hint of her white panties. Ah, God… I closed my eyes for a moment and adjusted my seating as I was becoming incredibly hard.

“Okay,” she nodded, taking another deep breath.

I positioned my hand back against her inner thigh. Knowing how turned on I was at this point, it was more than likely my imagination fucking with me, but I could have sworn I heard a little moan. I lightly shook my head, then pressed the pedal. I watched her beautiful face. She again, bit her lip, and scrunched her nose with her eyes closed. I smiled widely and held back my laughter.

I got lost in the vibration of the gun in my hand, her voice, and the smoothness of her skin as she talked on and on about her brother. How he was being a jerk from all of the stress his business was putting on him. I felt a little angry inside at the fact that he could treat her the way he does. But, stress comes with running a business, but by no means should he take it out on her.

“He finally apologized, and offered to give me a day off,” she smiled. “Which was a great thing because I was ready to kick his ass,”

I laughed. “I would never know what sibling rivalry was like,”

“You’re an only child, right? You have told me but I think I’ve forgotten,” she asked with clenched teeth as I was filling the pedals with pinks and purples.

“Yup. Which is a good thing. I would have hated to see a brother or a sister go through the hell my mother put me through,”

“I'm sorry,” her lips pursed. I looked up at her for a split second. She was staring at me with a knowing look. Harlow is one of the very few people I have let into my past.

“I’m totally over it,” I smiled, getting back to her thigh.

Harlow has told me a lot about her childhood growing up in Malibu. Her father had left her, her brother, and her mom when Harlow was just seven years old. Even though he had stayed in Malibu, they rarely ever saw him. His secretary would take them birthday and Christmas presents along with an alimony check as her father would never make the time to do it himself. When Harlow was eighteen, her mother became very ill with cancer. Shockingly, her father then started to come around, helping with finances, and her mothers medical bills. He did what he could when realizing that life is too short. I hated seeing the tears and the hurt in her blue eyes when she would talk about her mother, but I loved it when she opened up to me. She has told me her hopes and dreams of helping the needy, and the poor. That's just Harlow... beautiful, sweet, caring and is never thinking of herself. Needless to say, I have had a crush on Harlow Jean for quite sometime now.

“All done, gorgeous,” I sprayed her thigh and wiped the excess ink and blood with a paper towel.

“Really!?” she shot up from the table.

“Take it slow,” I smiled at her, taking my gloves off and throwing them into the trash.

“Can I see the mirror?” she brushed the stray blonde hairs from her face.

I reached onto my counter grabbing the white hand held mirror and held it out to her. She took it from my hand with much anticipation. I sat back and watched her lean onto her left elbow. She spread her right leg open and held the mirror in front of her. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and now… once again, I am hard as hell.

“It’s amazing,” she looked at me with a smile then back at the mirror with a frown. “It’s bleeding,”

I quickly grabbed a new paper towel and sprayed antiseptic on it. I rolled closer to her, taking the mirror from her hands and placing it next to her. She held her leg open, exposing her white panties. It’s not her fault that this tattoo left her in a compromising position.

It was bleeding a tiny bit near the crease of her thigh, at the tip of a Lily pedal. I gently placed the damp paper towel against her skin to dab the blood. I again thought I was hearing things, I heard another soft moan. Instead of ignoring it like last time, I tested the waters taking the paper towel and dabbing a bit higher.

“Mmm,”

I heard it again, it wasn’t my imagination. I looked up at Harlow, her eyes were closed and she had sucked in her bottom lip, her head back. In the crease of her thigh I pressed harder, she then breathed harder. I dabbed again, this time letting my knuckles skim the rim of her panties. She opened her legs wider in response.

“Vice,” she whispered my name making my erection stand thicker and taller.

I was in shock, completely unable to move, at all. In the four years I have known Harlow, she has never made a pass at me, nothing at all. I have admitted that I have a serious crush on this female. But holy hell… this is something I have dreamed about since I met her. It was happening, and there was nothing I wanted to do more than to bury myself inside of her and yet… I can’t fucking move.

Harlow rolled her hips forward, pressing her moist core against the back of my hand snapping me out of my funk. She moaned louder this time and rolled her hips again. She was begging me to touch her. I leaned forward and gently placed my lips against the soft skin of her knee while my other hand was touching her where her moistened panties were exposed. I continued to kiss around her tattoo.

“Your lips feel so good, Vice,” she breathed, reaching out to run her hand through my short, black hair. She pulled gently, making me groan against her thigh.

“You taste so good,” I said in response.

I slowly put a finger beneath her white panties letting my knuckle rub her wetness through her folds up to her clitoris, then back down again. She was so fucking wet. I had never experienced a wetness like Harlow’s.

I rubbed and teased her letting the tip of my finger slide inside of her, slowly. She was tighter than most, good thing I was only using one finger. I felt my erection throbbing, making the front of my boxer briefs wet with precum. I had never wanted to seep myself into a female as badly as I want to at this moment with Harlow.

I shoved my finger the rest of the way inside of her, her wet walls squeezed my finger tightly. I looked up at Harlow, her eyes rolled as she bit her lip. She bucked her hips forward into my hand, making me go deeper and harder.

“Kiss me, Vice,” she whispered breathless, looking me in the eyes.

I quickly stood up, grabbing the back of her head with my left hand as my right finger kept on her g-spot. I devoured her mouth with mine. I was so hungry for the taste of Harlow Jean, I couldn’t control myself. She moaned in my mouth before gripping my bottom lip with her teeth, her swollen walls becoming even tighter.

She let go of my hair and pulled away from my lips, leaning back onto her hands. She kicked her flip flops off, placing her feet onto to the table and raising her hips. I pumped my finger fast and hard.

“Make me cum,” she cried out in a plea.

I did exactly as she asked. I turned my hand to where my palm was facing her. I reached in deeper with my finger and rubbed her swollen sweet spot fervidly with my fingertip. She squirmed, and I could feel her body begin to quiver. I knew exactly what to do, to send her off the edge.

“Oh God, Vice,” she seethed through her teeth.

I pumped a few times then went back to her g-spot. I felt her tighten even more as she cried out. Her legs began to shake and a wave of heat coursed over my finger and onto my palm. I looked away from her beautiful face and at my hand, she came. Oh my God… did she cum. That was so incredibly sexy. I would give anything to feel that moist heat on my dick. I felt like an animal, wanting to rip her clothes off and claim her as mine.

“Oh wow, Vice,” she collapsed onto the table, panting. “What the hell was that?”

“That, Miss. Harlow Jean, was a tiny piece of Vice Jackson,” I smirked.

~

I went into the bathroom to clean up the best I could. When Harlow had cum down my finger and onto my palm, I had literally cum undone. I could tell that there were going to be a lot of firsts when it came to her. Well, I was hoping.

I walked out of the bathroom and seen Harlow standing, leaning against the table fidgeting with a paper towel.

“I’m sorry,” she said putting her flip flops on and tossing the paper towel she used to clean herself up with into the trash can.

“Why are you sorry?” I walked to her, reaching out and wrapping my hand around her waist, pulling her close to me.

“Just… it was your hand on me, on my thigh, the buzzing, and… and” she was stuttering, not making eye contact. “it was just… you, and,” she shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just sorry,”

I placed my finger under her chin making her look up at me. “Harlow, you have nothing to be sorry for,” leaning in, I kissed her softly on the lips reassuring her that I am okay with what just happened, and that it actually meant something to me. She was different than all the other females I had been in contact with, she was special. That I have known for four years. I want to kiss her, I want her to know where I live, I want her to come see me whenever she felt like it. I want Harlow Jean, period.

“Yeah?” she was blushing.

I whispered, “Yes,” against her lips, kissing her again. This time harder, tracing her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth and I could still taste her bubble gum. I pulled away.