by Mj Fields
“They’re opened for another hour Tara. I want to be yours. I want my name on your body when those cameras are rolling so men like that fucker don’t think they can have you.”
“Okay,” I swallowed hard.
We sat in a room and Tony I looked at the floor while Tony told the man what he wanted the Celtic symbol for purity a circle with what looked like a plus sign in the middle of it. I laid down covered by a sheet as the man drew on my stomach below my belly button. Tony was smiling at me, he was happy. I was afraid, so afraid.
When the outline began it felt like I was being scratched by a cat, but slowly. It hurt so bad I felt my eyes burning and looked at Tony. He held my hand as he watched. It wasn’t that big so it didn’t take that long and towards the end I was growing accustom to the feeling. The artist talked about all the time it may take to do the shading and thought I may need a break. Tony pulled out a wad of cash. More than I had ever seen before.
“She’ll be fine won’t you Tara?”
I wanted to stop… I really did-- but I laid there and tried to concentrate on the vibration. When it was done I wanted to sit up.
“Wait, one more thing,” Tony ran his finger across my pelvic bone. “Right Here it needs to say Tony’s September 28.”
“Why?” I was confused.
“That’s the date Tara, I can’t wait any longer than that. I wanted to tell you earlier but well, you know. You okay with that Tara? To be mine for real?”
“She’s pretty tender man, we should wait a couple…”
“No. Do it now!” Tony threw two hundred more dollars at him.
“Tony it really is sore, please just a couple days?”
His eyes turned to ice and he grabbed the money and shoved it in his pocket, “Let’s go.”
The artist gave me instructions and Tony paced. After paying we left.
I had to walk fast to keep up. He was already putting the car in drive when I opened the door and got in. He peeled out and said nothing.
Finally I was brave enough to say something, “It feels like a sunburn.”
Tony didn’t respond.
“Tony please don’t be mad at me.”
“Why didn’t you want my name on you Tara?!”
“I just…I …it hurts Tony. I’ll do it in a couple days okay?”
“What if I don’t have the fucking money in a couple days Tara!”
“Looks like you have enough, we will be…”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I work!”
“Tony I know that you work, we both…” He slammed on the brakes and went to open my door again, “Please don’t…please.”
“You scared Tara? Who keeps you safe? Who takes care of you? Before you start thinking about that fucking guy, think about that. He’s not going to want you for more than one night, he’s not going to throw away a year of his life to make you into something.”
I wanted to calm him down, I had never seen him like this, “We’re good Tony, you and I are good. I don’t want anyone else I just need to know that you’re okay.”
“And there you go! You think I’m selling drugs, well they weren’t mine Tara,” he spat when he screamed.
I didn’t know what to say: I kind of froze, and I knew immediately why Tony was acting the way he was.
Smashing Panties
I woke up with a knot in my chest and a mouth full of cotton. My head hurt so bad I didn’t want to move. For a minute I thought I was late for work but then I remembered it was Saturday. I relaxed deeper into my bed until I heard someone moan, awe shit. I opened my eyes and saw two naked bodies sprawled on my bed, not fucking bad at all.
I pushed an arm off my chest and rolled to my side and crawled over what’s her name. I was directly over her and my morning wood dragged across her tits and she smiled and opened her eyes, “Need someone to take care of that?”
As much as a morning blow job would have felt great I declined, “Nah, I gotta take a piss.”
I walked down the hall as Miss September was sneaking out of Nickey’s room, “Morning.” I walked by her fully aware that I was naked and she got a glimpse of the goods standing at attention. I stopped and watched her gawk, making sure she had enough time to take it all in, and let’s be honest, there’s a lot to take in. When her jaw snapped shut, I smirked and thought about covering myself. Instead I took hold of it and stroked my hand down my cock once and then walked into the bathroom. Bet she wishes she sat tight for a while before jumping ship now.
I pissed and it felt good. Morning drainage always did. I grabbed a cup of water hoping to drown down the cotton before calling a cab for the girls. They weren’t sticking around-- it was fun and all but not enough to have them hang out for the entire day.
After my shower I walked in my room and grabbed their clothes, “Cab will be here soon, ladies.”
One smiled, “Kicking us out so soon?”
“Nah, gotta go to work,” I lied but the truth would have pissed them off, and I was pretty sure I hadn’t used all three trips on the train with either of these girls. Next time one at a time unless they are into each other. Too much work making sure they both got off, twice.
When I walked them out of my room, Nickey was about to make breakfast for Miss September and I gave him a look hoping he didn’t invite them to stay to eat, “Cab’s here ladies, thanks for last night.” I opened the door and before they turned to say goodbye, I shut it.
I felt like shit and I wanted to go back to bed. I had three days off from Steel Enterprises and I planned on playing at the shop for all three days.
~
My phone rang waking me up from a really hot dream about a certain little bird. I reached over and grabbed it. The ID said it was the shop. I looked at the time, I wasn’t due in until after noon and it was only ten, the shop had just opened.
“What’s up?” I answered.
“Someone fucked up the store front,” it was Kat.
“What do you mean, Kat?”
“Vandalized, spray paint… you know, that kind of stuff.”
“I’ll be right down,” this shit had never happened before.
I threw my clothes on and grabbed a hat. When I walked out Nickey and Miss September were sitting on the couch all snuggled up, cozy like.
“Your Dad on today?” Nickey’s Dad was a cop, real cool guy.
“Yeah I think. Why what’s up?”
“Kat just called, apparently someone vandalized the shop. Give him a call and have him meet me.” I grabbed a hat and shoved on my shoes.
“I’ll go with you man,” Nickey started to stand.
“Nah, I got this,” I was out the door and on my bike within seconds. Someone fucked with the shop and it burned me.
I expected broken glass, maybe some paint but that’s not what I got. The entire front window was painted up. Symbols and signs that I didn’t recognize.
Nicholas DeAngelo pulled up in his unmarked car and got out, Nickey’s dad looked just like him, but lighter. Nickey was half black and half DeAngelo. “Thanks for stopping by Nick.”
“You have bad blood with the Latinos in the area?”
“No, none.”
“Gang signs,” Nick pointed, “This shit’s South American gang stuff though. Barrio 18.”
“They paint shit up like this a lot, Nick?’ I was trying to keep my ass calm, Nick was a “by the book,” guy and I was a “take care of shit now,” guy.
“No, this is a first.” I followed him around as he took pictures. He stopped at a sign and studied it for a minute, “This is Celtic.”
“So we got the Latinos and the Irish pissed off at us, huh?” I needed to make light of the situation or I was gonna blow the fuck up.
We spent the next thirty minutes walking around taking pictures, “They didn’t break or steal anything, Cyrus. I’ll file a report and beef up the street uniforms around here but that’s about all we can do.”
He brushed for prints and looked around before Kat and I unlocked the door and
went in the shop. Nothing had been touched.
I booted up the computer in the back and downloaded the photos. I spent the next three hours in the back. I was gonna call Jase and let him know… but he was probably nailing his wife.
“Do you know what time it is?” Zandor answered the phone.
“Nine o’clock on a Saturday night in Italy, Z. Did you sleep all day?”
“No, hold up,” Zandor covered the phone but I heard him, “You stay right where you are. Consider this a warning do you understand, not one inch!”
“What’s up?”
“Am I interrupting anything?” I had to laugh because I knew damn well I was.
“Yes.”
He was being pretty damn short and I was pretty fucking annoyed, “Tough shit, open up your e-mail, tell me if you recognize any of these symbols.”
“I will call you back in about an hour…”
“The shop got vandalized last night. I’d call Jase, but he’s probably still celebrating his marriage and…”
“His what! We what?! Cyrus if you’re fucking with me I swear to God above…”
“Well shit, there you are. What the fuck is going on with you… you sound like a …”
“Jase got fucking married?!”
“Yeah… last minute thing just them and a beach,” I kind of lied didn’t want him to feel bad. “They plan on doing it up big over in Italy, after Charlotte kicks it.”
Zandor chuckled, “Waiting for your ex’s mother to die before…”
“Yeah I know, open up your fucken e-mail.”
“It’s loading dick!”
“The first picture is a Latino gang sign, the next is some sort of Celtic…”
Rico popped his head in, “Gotta minute?”
“Yeah man sure. Have a seat I’ll be off the phone in a minute. Zandor--- you still there?”
Zandor laughed, “The Celtic sign is one used in the B & D world.”
“Z get your head out of the fucking gutter, it’s a sign of purity.”
Rico looked over my shoulder and stared at the screen.
“Trust me Cyrus, it’s a symbol of a very willing submissive,” he chuckled and then I heard static on the phone.
“You there Z?”
“Yep, just sent you some proof.”
I waited for his message and sure as shit it was on the ass of a girl tied up in a very uncomfortable looking position.
“I don’t even want to know man,” Zandor was a fucking freak.
“Well that’s what you’re interrupting,” he whispered.
“No fucking way!”
“Hey Cyrus,” Rico looked like he saw a ghost.
“What’s up?”
“I did a tat last night. Some couple came in an hour before lock up. That’s what she had done.”
“You sure about that?”
“Positive, she was pretty fucking quiet, and he was a dick. I tried talk her out of it but she seemed cool. They’re supposed to come in to have his name and a date put on her. September 28 was the date.”
“He use a card to pay?”
“No-- cash.”
“You get a name?”
“Tony, that’s what it was supposed to be on her. Tammy, Tonya…”
“Tara?” I swear to God I felt my heart skip.
“Yeah…”
“Brown hair, tiny little thing, fuck me green eyes, a dimple when she smiles?”
“Damn Cyrus-- you sound like a fucking bitch,” Zandor laughed.
I’d forgotten he was there to be honest-- but I didn’t give a shit, “Fuck off, talk to you…”
“Cyrus, don’t you fucking go after…”
“He fucked with the shop Zandor,” I was livid my entire body was tense and I REALLY needed to break shit.
“Tara what, Cyrus?” Zandor asked.
“What! I don’t fucking know but…”
“Tony and Tara, Google that shit now man.”
I did and what I saw I didn’t expect it out of Birdie. Amateur videos of her sucking off Tony, “Can’t be her.”
“Brown hair, tiny little thing, fuck me green eyes, a dimple when she smiles,” Zandor was fucking pissing me off.
“Shut up Z, or I’ll kick your ass,” I snapped at him.
“Cum shot to the face is kind of hot,” he kept it going, “Oh wow, some sort of countdown clock to a live show online. How do you know this girl, says here she’s a virgin.”
“That’s shit, she’s a nipple pierced stripper, Z,” I turned the shit off. I couldn’t watch it. That video pissed me off more than the fucking shop being painted up.
Zandor asked Rico what damage was done and Rico told him it was all cleaned up, “Easy too.”
“Cyrus, you hit on this girl?”
“Z-- she showed up at my place when Jase and Carly stopped by for a party a couple nights ago after they went to Sorority Sister. She was with them. Apparently Carly likes her.”
“Hold up, did you just say Jase and Carly went to a strip club…together?” Zandor’s voice was an octave higher and it made me laugh.
“Yeah—her idea,” I waited for his response.
“Un fucking real,” he sounded truly in awe, “I think I love Carly, like really love her. I bet she’s a …”
“Dude you’re talking about your sister, my sister… shut the fuck up.”
“I’m gonna come home next week. Missing too much. Jase is married to a kinky little book worm and you’re getting turned down by strippers. One of us needs to fix shit around there. Hold tight, don’t do anything stupid until I’m there to do it with you, promise man?”
“Sure, fine.” Birdie was someone I needed to stop thinking about. She certainly wasn’t what I expected, the fantasy was ruined. Damn it!
The shop looked fine, all cleaned up and we were busy, lots of walk-ins. I was happy that a leggy blond from the party showed up for her first tat. Even happier that she requested me to put a sweet little music note right above her nipple. And happier yet that when I was outlining it she was playing with the other.
“How’s that feel?” I asked while she tugged at her left nipple.
“You wanna taste?”
Fuck yeah I did, “Not while I work, I wouldn’t want the first time I fuck you up to be in here.”
She moaned a little.
I started the tat and she bit her lip, nice little lips to, “Listen, here’s my deal…”
“I know your deal. Three ride limit, hard and wild, and I’m up for it as long as you are.”
“No sweeter words ever spoken. Just too bad I’m not going to pay this one any attention,” I continued to work and she continued to lay there. I swear I could smell her wetness. FUCK!
When I finished, I excused myself while she put her shirt back on. Momma was out back and upset about the shop. I told her that Nicholas was gonna increase the uniforms around here and that it wasn’t a big deal. I really didn’t want to talk about it anymore, made me think of her, and that shit wasn’t happening anymore not after sucking off that dirt ball. Tony, he wasn’t gonna get away with this shit. Don’t fuck with what’s mine, ever. I would wait, cause if I found him now I’d kill him. Fucking kill him.
~
I was starving I hadn’t eaten at all today so we swung by the bar and grabbed a drink and some bar food. I didn’t do dates and this shit was pretty close but it was cool, apparently Savannah thought she could out drink me, so we went shot for shot for a while. About half an hour later she was licking salt of my neck in the back corner and I was licking salt off her little taunt nipple. After way to many shots my finger was deep in her in the corner of the bar. She squeezed her knees around my hand and whimpered. Gotta love dark cornered booth seating, long tablecloths, and short skirts. I pulled her knees apart and shoved another finger into her hot wet pussy and she lost her shit. Savannah was holding my hand tight against her and thrusting her narrow hips against my hand fucking my fingers like a damn bunny. Whiskey drunk I pulled her onto me .
“W
ait just…”
“I’m gonna smash your panties right here, hang on…because it’s gonna be a wild ride,” I smashed those panties to hell and she screamed into my neck as I continued bouncing her up and down on my cock until I was ready to cum.
“Holy shit,” she panted against me.
That’s right Holy shit I smiled and sat back, “Climb off, wouldn’t wanna get caught now that we’re done.”
She laughed and climbed off. I pulled off the condom and wrapped it in a napkin and placed it on the empty plate and she laughed.
We took off as I was hailing a cab my phone rang, “Awe, fuck. Savannah thanks for tonight, I’ve got shit to do,” the cab pulled over and she got in.
“What’s up Jase?”
I was walking towards the shop as he was reaming me out for not letting him know about the shop and for telling Zandor he got married.
“Save it bro, you’re wasting your shit on me right now. I’m fucked up, and really don’t give two…”
The blow to the back of my head knocked me to the ground. There were three of them and I staggered as one swung. I was not in a place to be doing this shit right now but I got him, knocked his ass down when the other two dove on me. By the grace of God I was able to get them off and then I heard sirens. FYI… never liked that sound before, until this very moment. They scattered like the roaches they were, and I pulled myself up against the brick wall and assumed the position.
“You alright, Cyrus?” It was Nicholas DeAngelo.
“Yeah man, I’m good,” but I wasn’t, I was fucked up, my head hurt, and I wanted a fucking do over, like now.
Nicholas gave me a ride home and I crashed.
~
It was afternoon before I woke up with a pounding headache. Jase was pacing at the end of my bed and each step he took felt like a kick in the head, “Could you quiet the fuck down, Jase?”
“You wanna tell me just what the fuck is going on?!”
“You wanna quiet down for fuck sake bro?” I pulled the pillow over my head hoping his ass would disappear.
He stopped pacing and I slowly sat up, “Jase, I’m only going to say this once, cause the shit has only happened once and it will never fucking happen again.” Jase was standing with his hands on his hips like Mamma Joe and I wanted to laugh but I didn’t, “I think some really bad shit is going on that,” I paused for dramatic effect and looked up at him, “I’m pretty sure I have a gang of Latino Leprechauns after me, man.”