The Tattoo Artist and the Girl from the Coffee Shop

by Terry Towers

  Still horny and wanting to quench the urge that Chase had provoked within her, she took the dress from Samantha’s extended hand. “I’ll try it.” Not waiting for a reply she rushed to the changing room.

  Entering the room, she spun, locked the door and hung her purse along with the dress up on their own individual hooks. Quickly she shimmied out of her jeans and yanked her t-shirt over her head and removed her undergarments, tossing them all onto the floor at her feet. Digging into her handbag she grabbed her phone and sat down naked on the little wooden chair in the corner of the tiny dressing room, then looked down at the screen.

  Chase: Still there baby?

  Tessa: I’m here, sorry.

  Chase: Are you touching yourself?

  A devious grin spread across her lips as she spread her legs and slipped her hand to her mound. Placing her phone on her thigh she one-handed her response as her other hand slipped between her folds seeking out her clit.

  Tessa: Uh-huh. Tell me more. Don’t have much time. Need 2 cum.

  Chase: OK baby. Then I’d lay you down on the bed, placing kisses up the length of your naked body, starting at your bellybutton and ending with your sweet lips.

  Tessa began stroking her slit a little harder, faster, periodically dipping two fingers into her core. With a soft moan escaping her lips she leaned against the back wall, closed her eyes and indulged in the image of him, his hard body hovering over hers. She opened her eyes long enough to type AND before going back to her self-pleasure.

  A minute later the phone buzzed again signalling he’d replied.

  Chase: I’d slid my thick, throbbing dick between your legs, rubbing it against your clit and teasing your pussy, but not entering, not yet.

  “Oh lord,” she whispered stroking herself faster, harder. She remembered his spicy scent, the heat of his body against hers. Slipping her fingers deep into her core she bucked against her hand. Chase, Chase, Chase. His name kept cycling through her head. She needed him, she needed him so badly right then.

  The phone buzzed again, but she couldn’t open her eyes to read the message. She was getting too close. Painfully close.

  Chase, Chase, Chase.

  Higher and higher she was bringing herself. Her heart rate quickened and her stomach knotted as her body prepared itself for release. She was there, teetering at the brink. Not quite able to get there, she opened her eyes and glanced down at the glowing screen.

  Chase: Cum 4 me baby. Cum over your fingers like you would my rock hard cock.

  She could hear his deep, sexy voice commanding her in her head. And that was it. Game over. Her breath hitched in her throat as she went toppling over the edge, a rush of pleasure and relief so intense that she was unable to stop herself from crying out.

  “Tessa! Tessa!”

  Bang, bang, bang. The knocking on the dressing room door pulled Tessa from her orgasm-induced haze and back to reality.

  “Tessa, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

  Oh shit!

  “Tessa!” Bang, bang. “Ohmygod, I’m getting help.”

  “No…” Tessa called out, her voice hoarse. She cleared her throat and tried again. “No Sam, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

  “What’s taking so long? Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yes, yes I’m fine.” Getting to her feet she grabbed her purse from the hanger at the back of the door and wiped pussy juice-coated fingers on a tissue, then threw it back in her handbag.

  “Do you need a different size? Let’s see what it looks like.”

  “One more minute.” Tessa sighed, grabbed the dress and hastily pulled it on, wiggling and squirming in an attempt to pull the zipper up in the back. “Just working on the zipper.” With some additional effort the zipper was up and to her delight it fit perfectly.

  She gave herself an inspection. On the hanger it didn’t look as sexy as it looked on her body. It pushed her breasts up, giving her a dangerous amount of cleavage, and it was a little more above the knee than she’d expected as well. Chewing at her lower lip she turned left and right, inspecting herself in the mirror.

  “Tessa. Let’s see. Hurry up.”

  A part of her loved how she looked in the dress. It was sexy, but was it too sexy? Opening the door to the dressing room, Samantha stepped back so she could exit.

  Smiling, Samantha motioned with her index finger for Tessa to twirl around for her. Feeling embarrassed, but doing as told, Tessa slowly turned feeling Samantha’s eyes inspecting every inch of her body in the dress. When she was facing Samantha straight on again, Tessa lifted her gaze to meet Samantha’s.

  “Well?” Spreading her hands out she awaited the verdict. “It’s too sexy isn’t it?”

  “It’s perfect.”

  Raising her brow up at Samantha she turned to look at herself in the mirror again. “Sure, it looks okay, but is it too sexy?”

  Samantha walked up to her, slinging an arm over her shoulder and catching her unsure gaze in the mirror. “These people may be conservative, but they’re not dead and this isn’t the ’50s. It’s sexy, but not slutty. There’s a difference, you know.”

  Tessa did. The more she looked at herself the more she liked the dress. Chase would love it and love getting her out of it even more; she had no doubt about that. The thought of her sexy man spending the evening waiting for the right moment to get out of the stuffy party so he could make love to her was too tempting to resist. Or maybe he wouldn’t be able to wait and he’d take her to a secluded part of the estate and ravish her during the party. The idea made her squirm as her pussy clenched.

  “You’re right. It’s perfect.”

  Chapter 15

  Tessa

  Tessa inspected herself in the mirror. The black bandage dress that she’d picked out with Samantha fit her like a glove. In combination with the makeup that Samantha stopped by and did for her she had to admit, she looked damned good. Mind you, she’d never spend the kind of time Samantha did on her eyes perfecting a grey and black smoky eye look if left to her own devices. But for this particular occasion it was worth the time and effort.

  The sound of tires rolling into the driveway forced her to make one more quick inspection of herself in the mirror. Satisfied that she looked as good as she was ever going to look she grabbed a little black clutch that she’d bought when she purchased the dress and heels to match – also new. The heels were over three inches high, higher than she was honestly comfortable with, but Samantha insisted that they were a must with the dress.

  Racing barefoot down the stairs to the ground floor of the house she reached the kitchen just as the first knock at the door sounded. Her heart was thumping so hard in her chest she was almost scared that it might burst through her rib cage. Flinging open the door she was greeted with a low whistle of appreciation from Chase.

  “Wow, Tessa. You look…” He took a step back and his eyes slowly scanned the length of her body, pausing for a moment longer than necessary at her breasts restrained in the tight spandex weave bodice.

  Waiting for him to finish what he’d begun to say, Tessa uttered her appreciation for him as well. “A suit really looks good on you.” She’d never been able to envision him in a suit before now. “Very…”

  He cocked an eyebrow up at her and grinned. “Very what?”

  “Dashing.” As soon as the word came out of her mouth she cringed. Could she sound more idiotic? Who in the hell used the term “dashing” nowadays? “I mean, it suits you so well. Looking at you now I’d never have envisioned you to be covered in tattoos and riding a motorcycle.”

  He chuckled. “Well, I feel much more comfortable in t-shirts and jeans.” He tugged at the steel grey tie, perfectly knotted around his neck. “It feels like I’m being suffocated. My brother is the suit and tie one, not me.”

  “You have a brother?” This was news to her, he’d never mentioned a brother before.

  “I do. We’re…” He sucked a deep breath in and released it through clenched teeth, causing a low whistle. “L
et’s say my brother and I aren’t on the best of terms.” He stepped up to her, leaned down and gave her a quick kiss, way too brief for her liking, however she was confident by the way he’d looked at her when she’d opened the door there’d be more to come. Much more to come.

  Dropping her heels to the floor, Tessa quickly put them on, buckling the delicate little strap around each ankle. “So is he older? Younger? What does he do for a living?” When he didn’t respond, she looked up at him and blinked, awaiting his response.

  He fiddled with his tie again, pulling the knot an inch down and undoing the top button. “How about we just get there and meet my folks and brother. I’ll let you make your own opinions. Trust me, my brother is a braggart, especially around a sexy woman. He’ll tell you everything you would ever want to know about himself and then some.”

  “Oh.” Straightening, Tessa made her way out of the house, locking the door behind her and dropping her key in her clutch bag.

  “Look, I don’t mean to sound so negative about my family,” he motioned for her to walk toward the Jeep. “But the truth is…” he opened the passenger side door and assisted her inside. “You know, baby. Let’s not talk about it.”

  Forcing a reassuring smile onto her lips she nodded, but his reluctance to talk about his family only made her more curious and nervous. She hadn’t grown up with money. What if she used the wrong fork, would they notice? Flipping the sun visor down she inspected her makeup in the mirror while Chase closed the door behind her and walked to his side of the vehicle. Was it too much? Should she have gone with a more conservative look? Would they take one look at her and think she was some sort of tramp?

  Dammit, I should have gone with a more conservative dress, she silently chastised herself for listening to Samantha. She’d been so preoccupied with sexting with Chase and his reaction when he caught sight of her that she let it get in the way of her common sense.

  “Maybe I should go and change,” she said when he hopped behind the wheel and started up the Jeep.

  “Why?” He shifted in reverse and backed out of the driveway.

  “I think this might be a little too much.”

  “Too much what?”

  She cringed. “Trampy.”

  A roar of laughter erupted from him as he shifted into drive. “You don’t look trampy. Why in the hell would you think that? Yes, you look as sexy as hell, but it’s not trampy, far from it.”

  “It’s just the way you talk about your family.”

  “I’ve barely said anything about them.”

  “But the little you have said makes me think I should be wearing something very conservative and well,” she motioned toward her breasts, “I’m spilling out here.”

  “First off, if you were spilling out I’d be pulling over, bending you over the seat and fucking you senseless. As it is I’m suffering here, already counting the minutes in my mind until I can get you alone.”

  Her cheeks grew warm, but she refused to turn her gaze away from his. “If your parents take you aside and inquire about the floozy you brought home to meet them, don’t say I didn’t offer to change.”

  “I assure you that won’t happen.” Reaching across to her seat he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of her hand. “I don’t know what your reaction is going to be to them and the house I grew up in, but please keep in mind just because they’re my parents, it doesn’t mean I share their beliefs or values.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “You’ll understand when we get there.”

  She turned her attention away from him to look out the passenger side window. The longer they drove the larger and more extravagant the houses became. The houses they began to pass were worth millions. Huge, majestic estates with tall iron fences to keep out the undesirables.

  “You grew up in this area? Wow.”

  He laughed. “Not this particular community, but we’re getting close. And it depends on what you consider ‘wow’ I guess.” He took her hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Money doesn’t equate happiness, sweetheart.”

  “Neither does being poor.” She knew all about that firsthand.

  “No, you’re right. It’s just… Fuck.” He released her hand as he made a corner and they began down a tree-lined road. “It’s just, they have a tendency to railroad people and make them feel inadequate. I’d like to say that they don’t do it on purpose, but I suspect they do. Don’t get me wrong, they’re good people at heart, but a little high on themselves.”

  “You’re making me want to meet them more and more by the minute.” He grinned at her sarcastic reply. In truth, she wished he hadn’t given that bit of information about them, it made her even more nervous than she already was. Her stomach was doing flip flops and she felt the faint urge to vomit.

  “You okay?”

  She looked over at him and her heart warmed to see his concerned expression. “I’m fine.”

  “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry. There’s a reason why I don’t talk about them. I shouldn’t be so hard on them, they gave me a great life.”

  “Then why are you?”

  He clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth. “The last few years have been tense.”

  “Why?”

  “We’re here.” He ignored the question and flicked on his blinker, turning down a road named McCloud Road.

  “McCloud?” Her brow creased as she stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

  “Yeah, my family’s surname.”

  “But isn’t your last name Gamble?”

  “That’s right, mine is.”

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Chase

  He was being vague, but he’d already told her more than he’d planned. He’d wanted her to build her own opinion on his family, but felt the need to at least give her a little forewarning on their demeanor. Unfortunately, he sensed that instead of making her feel more confident he’d scared the living shit out of her.

  She opened her mouth to ask – no doubt about why there was a difference in their last names – but it never came. Instead her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the massive mansion appearing before them, beyond a tall set of cast iron gates.

  “Wow!”

  “That’s the usual reaction.” He pulled up to a speaker and keypad and keyed in the code to open the gates. Immediately the gates began to beep and slowly slide away, granting him access to proceed inside.

  “You grew up here?”

  “Yup. Pretty much. I left for college right out of high school and haven’t lived here since.”

  “I can’t imagine wanting to leave a place like this. It’s insane. Right out of a movie or something.” She wiggled in her seat, her eyes scanning the sight before them.

  Laughing, Chase gave his head a shake as he pulled up behind a line of a dozen cars. Her anxiety seemed long forgotten as she took everything in. He had to admit, to someone who didn’t grow up in a place like this it would be overwhelming. But he didn’t miss it, not for a second. To her it may be awe-inspiring, but to him it just brought up memories of spending a lifetime attempting to live up to unreasonable and unattainable expectations.

  No. No, that wasn’t true. His older brother, the golden child, seemed to have no issues meeting and even exceeding the expectations set out for them.

  “Chase?” A gentle shove at his shoulder brought him from his daze and he shut off the engine as he looked over at her. She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. “Earth to Chase.”

  “Sorry, babe. What’s up?”

  She pointed out the window to a middle-aged woman with greying hair tied up into a bun and wearing a basic short-sleeved black dress. “Is that your mom?”

  A roar of laughter erupted from him; the woman standing in the doorway was about as different from his mom as she could get. “Nope.” Upon seeing her questioning look he continued. “That’s Bethany. The maid. She’s been with the family for as long as I can remember.” He pointed
to a small house farther down the road. “She lives in there. That’s the servants’ quarters.”

  “Servants? Plural?”

  “My parents have a maid and butler who live in residence, in the house down the way. They’re married. The gardener and other part-time help live off site.”

  “You know, when I first walked into the tattoo shop, I never would have imagined you grew up in a place like this.”

  Cocking a brow up at her, he forced a serious expression on his face. “You saying I don’t reek of class and snootiness?”

  Laughing, she shook her head. “No. No, not really. I took you as more of a rebel without a cause, grew up on the streets kinda bad boy.”

  “Ha! Yeah, I put on a good front. Hope you’re not too disappointed.”

  She gave him a wink. “Only a little.”

  “If it makes you feel any better, if it wasn’t for the people in that house I could have very well been that very person. As much as I ridicule them and their lifestyle, truth be known, if it wasn’t for them who knows what life would be like for me at this very moment. I was very fortunate in a lot of ways.”

  Chapter 16

  Tessa

  Tessa had no idea what to think; her head was whirling. This was way out of her league, way out. Butlers? Maids? Houses worth millions? If there was a way to back out of this she would. But there wasn’t. All she could do was suck it up and pray she didn’t embarrass herself too much.

  Chase was about to slip out of the Jeep when she grabbed his forearm, stopping him. “What if I do or say something stupid and they think I’m not good enough for you?”

  He frowned. “Why would you even be concerned about something like that? Do you really think I’m concerned” He turned to face her straight on and cupped her chin in his hand. “I brought you here today because I care about you and want you to know all about me.” His frown turned to a lopsided grin. “The good and the bad and everything in between.”