by Hilary Storm
“If the pay is right.” And just like that… he smiles with the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen, letting me know he’s more trouble than I first picked up on. Our eyes remain locked on one another’s way past the point of filling the room with more awkwardness, but I do my best to remain cool, calm, and collected. At least on the outside.
“Bonnie… I like this girl. Let’s see what she can do. I’ll pay you to let her use your chair for my appointment today.” He breaks our connection to look in his wallet before he drops two hundred dollars on the counter in front of Bonnie and then walks with his sexy as fuck swagger to sit down in her chair. I’m still standing in the same spot when he spins it so that he’s watching me in the mirror. “Paint my face as if I’m going to a party. I’ll let you use your imagination… but I want it completely covered. I’m going incognito.”
“Let me grab my bag.” I hurry out to the door, taking a deep breath just as the door to the shop closes behind me, all the while thanking whatever gods may be that I could do this in my sleep because my nerves are all over the place. “Breathe. Take a deep breath, Tyra… you’ve got this.” My own pep talk only helps a tiny bit, but I’m used to being the only positive voice in my corner, so I had to give it a shot.
My mind starts going over all of the reasons why a guy on a motorcycle would want his face painted, but I quickly choose not to care why when I remember the money he threw down as if it was nothing. If this guy can drop two hundred dollars for the use of a chair, he should pay decent if I make him happy with the face disguise.
I stroll back into the shop with a bit more confidence than I had stepping out. That is until he reaches behind his head and slides his shirt off. “Can I use this table for my stuff?” Bonnie nods before I have the chance to finish asking. I unzip the bag and scurry through the bottles before I pull out the two colors I need. Black and white.
My heart is racing and no amount of internal pep talking is calming it down at this point, so I just decide to go for it. I pull her stool closer with my foot and take a seat next to Mr. Sexy himself and get to work, staying focused on what I can control… the makeup, all the while ignoring his constant stare from the mirror between the occasional glances down my shirt as I lean over.
“Close your eyes for me.” Makeup I can do. This… closeness combined with those blue eyes and his fine as fuck body… I can not.
I pull out my phone and turn on some music, instantly relieved of some of the tension in my shoulders, allowing me to get lost in my real passion. I feel like an artist when I get someone in a chair allowing me complete creative freedom.
“ACDC… didn’t expect that from you.” His voice is gruff even through the little smirk on his face.
“Don’t move your face until I’m done.” I ignore his statement and stay focused on perfecting the already perfect face. Not giving him an inch when it comes to flirting while I still have some sense of control. Something tells me this guy is used to getting what he wants, and it doesn’t hurt him to have to work a little if he truly wants what I have to offer. I can’t look desperate… even though I am.
“I have to run a few errands. I’m gonna lock this door, just lock up if you leave before I get back.” Bonnie opens the door and the tension in my body tightens and the room feels heavier before she even has the door closed.
“This would look better air brushed. I just don’t have mine with me.” I admire my work a few seconds before I allow him to see the finished work. “Okay, you can open your eyes.”
“Shit… this is exactly what I want.” He turns and tilts his head a few times to really look at the detail. “Your skull work is fucking phenomenal. Where did you learn to do this?”
I’m already standing and packing up my bag. “Self-taught mostly. I was in cosmetology school but had to bail in the last few weeks of classes. They don’t really teach special effects for long though.”
“What’s a girl like you doing in this small town?” There goes that question. I knew I’d be asked it numerous times as a newcomer rolling into such a small town.
“Just looking for different scenery.” I skip the truth, not wanting to expose myself to this stranger any more than he can pick up on his own.
“Well… I want to hire you. I’ll need this done for a few people every day for at least three weeks.” He pulls out his wallet and starts to hand me a wad of cash. I step back from the money and close my grip around the strap of my bag hanging on my shoulder.
“You can pay me as I do the work. I don’t want to owe anyone.” I know better than that shit. No matter how nice this guy seems to be… his type is not to be trusted. I should know, I’ve seen how they’ve all treated my mother.
“Okay. Give me your phone.” He holds out his hand and then purposely slides his thumb across mine before I pull my hand away quickly. He fucking grins at me then begins to swipe and type while I do not notice his ass as he turns away. He takes his time with my phone and then swaggers his ass back over to me, dropping the phone in my open palm.
“They call me Ruin.” He brushes his fingers over my cheek before he tucks a hair behind my ear. He doesn’t let up with his touch, sliding his fingers down my neck and chest until I’m holding my breath waiting for his next move. His fingers linger over my cleavage until I find the courage to look him in the eyes. “My number is now saved in your phone. I’ll be in touch.”
He walks toward the door and holds it open for me, making me walk out before he does. I can still feel the heat between us when I get to my car. Glancing back, I see why. He’s still watching me, not even trying to hide his curiosity.
I quickly get in so that I can close the door on that trouble. Ruin… Jesus, even his name is a warning not to get involved with him. But I need the money. I’m just getting into my car when my phone vibrates.
You received $300 USD from Tyson Brooks.
I look up through the windshield and watch him throw his leg over the bike and kick start it. I don’t take my eyes off of him, watching him walk it backwards and then allowing the roar of the engine to send goosebumps over my skin while he revs it right in front of my car.
He looks over and gives me a wink, then drives off as if having a skull painted face is a normal thing for him. Let’s not even mention the confidence he must have to drive through town without a damn shirt on.
Tyson Brooks. Ruin. I won’t have to ask him how he got that nickname. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out.
I scroll through my phone to find his saved contact, flipping to photos when I see that he saved a picture of himself. He had to have taken it when he turned his back to me. The camera angle is low, leaving all the ripples and ridges of his stomach and chest as the initial focus of the picture. My eyes move across the surface to his face, all painted, making his blue eyes seem even bluer… if that’s possible. I zoom in on some of his tattoos and appreciate the art work for a few minutes before I close the picture and open Messenger to text him when I see there’s already a text message sitting there.
Me: Hey this is the girl from Bonnie’s shop that wouldn’t stop staring at your ass. You know the one with the killer fuckin’ body and long brown hair you wish you could wrap around your fist and pull on as you fuck her from behind. Maybe in a room of mirrors so you can see her from all angles.
What the hell? He sent that text to himself from my phone. I sit in the parking lot frozen in place for a few minutes just reading the text over and over. My face flushes the more I read into it.
He is fucking trouble. This guy is hot as hell. The problem is… he knows it. He’s quick. He had my phone for a few seconds and saved his contact, sent a message and took a damn picture. He has a dirty mind and a mouth that speaks it. And it’s easy to see he won’t have a problem backing up those dirty thoughts with actions.
Those eyes.
That body.
His confidence.
That pull between us is still drawing me toward him when he’s the exact guy I should run
from.
Chapter Three
Ruin
“Oh shit. That’s it.” She forces me to exhale in pleasure. “Righhht there. Take it deep.” I let the sound of Asia gagging on my cock take over for the camera. “Fuckkkk.” She gives good head.
I zoom in close enough to record her drool sliding over the veins on my dick. “God that’s sexy as fuck.” Her lip injections give her the perfect dick sucking mouth. The bright red lipstick smears add even more to the visual appeal and when she takes me to the back of her throat again, I can’t hold it in any longer. Her long fingernails claw my thighs while I hold the back of her head in place until I’m coming down her throat. I keep the video rolling while she drains my cock of every last ounce.
She wasn’t who I really wanted to see sucking my dick, but she was an easy call to get a video done today. I knew she’d be up to making money and fucking. Hell, she’d have done it for free, but I’m trying to be fair about this.
This blow job and a few pictures of the two of us will be a perfect tease of what’s to come on the OnlyFans account. I know they’ll bring the money in fast and then I can get everything we need to buy the big equipment for the real videos.
We pose in front of a mirror together to get in a few shots. I purposely use her body to hide my tattoos that are the most identifiable and take the time to really look at everything in the mirror.
It takes about five minutes to set up the account and post the first video. I hit the Instagram account with a section of the recording that won’t get us banned and a few of the still shots from the mirror. The accounts begin to grow quickly and before I can tell Asia goodbye, we’ve made over a thousand dollars. Just like that.
It takes me longer to shower and remove the makeup than it did to create the content and get it posted.
I call Spade in a rush and start talking before he even says hello. “Holy fuck. I just posted a tiny fucking video and this shit is already taking off. Where are you? I’m coming over.”
“Uh. Hello to you too. I’m about to drive by your house.”
“Fuckin’ stop by. I have a feeling we’re about to be celebrating.”
I can hear him pull into the driveway right after we hang up. It’s been a minute since I’ve been this excited over something and I can’t wait to tell him all about it.
“Damn. Who painted your face? That’s perfect.”
“Her name is Tyra. She’s been hired to do it for all of us, but I’m thinking we should see if she can do more of an all over coverage. My tats stick out like a sore fuckin’ thumb on camera.” I pull out my phone to show him some of the pictures I posted.
“It’s gonna take some getting used to.” He looks away just as I start up the video of Asia sucking me off.
“Yeah, you’ve seen it before. And besides that… when you see all the money start to roll in, I’m thinking you’ll get the fuck over seeing my dick.” My dirty talk from the video interrupts me so I move the phone even closer to him, so he can see just how quick and easy this is going to be.
“As long as I’ve known you you’ve walked around naked half the time, so yeah, I’ve seen your dick, but I don’t give a fuck what you say… this is different. This is porn. I like to enjoy my porn and not have that deep fuckin’ knowledge that it’s my best friend’s cock all painted with lipstick and dripping with saliva that I’m looking at.” He keeps watching as he talks and even after he stops rambling, his eyes never leave my phone screen.
I smile at him and close the video when it finishes. “You know that shit was hot.”
“Yeah, it was hot as fuck. Am I up next?” Spade crosses his arms and leans back against my truck.
“Sounds good to me. I want to cover the tattoos when I do it the next time... I need to text Tyra and see if she can do that. The skull paint is a perfect disguise for us to use and I should probably make sure the girl has it on as well. Asia doesn’t mind her face being recognized but the next girl might. That’ll help with liability and shit years from now. Who knows if someone will change their mind about having something like this on the Internet later in life.” I talk ninety to nothing at Spade and he just listens and nods, agreeing to pretty much everything I say.
“I like where this is headed. We can put our heads together and come up with some unique shit and really set ourselves up if we play our cards right.”
“You’re fuckin’ right we can. Let’s get all the guys over to the tattoo shop tonight to brainstorm over some drinks. Maybe I’ll lay some ink just to commemorate the day I became a fuckin’ porn star.”
“I’m not sure you’re in the star status quite yet.” He’s shaking his head while he humbles me… but with a wide fucking smile on his face while he does it.
“Hey… don’t rain on this fuckin’ parade. I’m high on life right now and I just know this shit is a life changer.” I point in his direction as I walk past him and open up the door to my truck.
“I’m sure it is and I’m not trying to kill your buzz over it. Just keep your head down here where it belongs and do this shit right. I’ll be right beside you counting the Benjamins and fucking hot chicks, don’t you worry.”
“Sounds good. You comin to the shop?” I told Poe I’d be there by three o’clock. I’m already late as it is, so I’m closing the door and starting my truck before he has a chance to respond.
“I’ll be there later tonight. I have somewhere to stop first.” He doesn’t go into any details and I don’t even bother to ask.
“Alright, see you tonight.”
We both take off in different directions, me headed toward town and him headed in the opposite direction. I hit the parking lot of the shop and decide I’d better text Tyra to see if she can meet up soon to talk about what I need specifically.
Me: You still up for making some money? I’ve decided it’ll be a little more work than what we originally talked about.
Tyra: What are you adding?
Me: It’ll be more than just face art. Need to cover the tats as well. Let’s meet to discuss sometime tomorrow???
Tyra: Yeah, okay. Just let me know a time.
Me: Over breakfast.
Me: After we’ve both pulled an all-nighter.
Me: With each other.
Me: Fucking.
Tyra: Oh… you’re one of those types.
Me: A dirty one. Fuck, yeah I am.
Tyra: No, texting one line at a time.
Me: It sounds better in person. I can promise ya that.
Tyra: Text me a time and place to meet you tomorrow and I’ll be there.
Me: 10 am at Latte Da’s Coffee Shop.
Tyra: k
I’m smiling the entire time I’m rousing Tyra in texts. She’s putting up a front and what can I say… I like the challenge. To say I’m intrigued is an understatement. Just the mystery of where she’s from and why she’s here is enough to have me interested but her fuckin’ body had my dick so hard this morning I could hardly stand it. She’s hot. “So fuckin’ hot.”
Hot enough that I’ll enjoy playing with her until we actually get down to the fucking. Because that is coming. I knew that the instant I saw her.
I walk into the shop and see Poe working on a leg sleeve for a guy who’s in here all the time. He doesn’t even look up; he knows it’s me coming through the door. “Where you been?”
“Workin’ on that damn project.” There’s no way I’m going to let him know the details until I can show that it’s going to turn a real profit for the club. We also don’t share club business with extra ears in the shop, so I know he’ll leave it at that.
“We’ve got a call-in on the books for today. Should be here in about fifteen minutes. What’s your schedule like?” This is why I love Poe. He could’ve just told me I had an appointment coming in, but he allows me to make my own decisions and work when I want. It probably helps that my work ethic and drive have been top notch since I started here. I’ve just basically drowned myself in work and have always been easy to work with.
“Yeah, I’m here for the long haul. The guys are coming by tonight for me to work on a few for them but other than that, I didn’t have anything booked for today.”
“Good. Chaos needed to see me, so I’m gonna finish this one up and leave it all for you.”
“You know I’ve got it.” I start prepping everything and leave him to finish his work. It’s not long and he’s taking after pics to post on social media and sending the guy out the door.
It’s only a few minutes after Poe leaves when the door chimes again. I haven’t taken the time to look at who I’ll be working on or what I’ll be doing, so I start to scramble around for the files. I’m still looking down when I start talking. “Just a few seconds and I’ll be right with you.” My fingers brush the name and my body does nothing to hide the excitement that jolts through it.
“Tyra. Are you stalking me?”
“Hardly. I think you’re the one who swiped my phone and invaded my privacy all within a few seconds.” I’m already working my way around the counter to stand in front of her before she makes it across the room to meet me at the counter.
“You’re the one who texted me first.”
“Right… that was allllll me.” Her nonchalant response fires me up and sends my mind spinning in the many directions I could take to reel her focus back in on me. Her eyes move all over the shop as if she’s in search of something.
“You looking for something specific, sweetheart?” She jerks her head to look my direction, finally giving me her attention.
“No. I’m just here for an appointment.” Fuck yes.
“Well, I’m just here for your appointment too. What kind of trouble are you looking for today?”
“Just a tattoo.”
“What are you wanting done?”
“Artist’s choice.” Her soft voice was hard to hear, but I heard her. I would think the last thing she’d want to do is give me that kind of freedom, but if she’s game, so am I.