Trish left the bar convinced that she was ready. It had taken her about forty minutes to get herself out of the bar stool, but she had finally done it. She had seen the tattoo shop every time she came to Jack's Pub but she had never thought about it ever going in, until tonight.
When she reached for the door shops door, it was locked. "You've got to be kidding me it's only...damn...it's midnight?"
Trish had lost sense of the time and she had to admit after that third martini at Jack's, things had begun to seem a little vague. She could see a dim light on in the shop and a man worked at his desk.
Trish knocked hard in the door.
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Toby had been working all day. He couldn't wait to finish the books and head home for a cold beer and probably some bad porn.
When he heard a knock at the door he had trouble not rolling his eyes. Apparently people couldn't read the hours printed on the door.
Toby began to yell "we're closed" but never managed to finish his statement after looking up.
The woman standing in on the other side of the glass door brought a certain part of him to complete awareness. Toby prided himself in not being a complete skirt chasers, but it was extremely difficult to ignore this particular short...short skirt.
Toby got up from his chair feeling his heat press against the fly of his jeans. Toby knew this was a bad idea, but after a whole day thinking with his head, he decided it was time to shift his thoughts a little lower.
The woman's body screamed fuck me, and his cock was more than willing to comply.
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Trish saw the man approaching and she could see a look in his eyes that she knew all to well...hunger. Trish's insides clenched and twisted, but she wasn't ready to back down just yet.
When the door opened she could see the man in full view, he stood at least a foot higher than her and his grin made her feel like prey, to a predator.
"You do know that we're closed." He said with an eyebrow highly positioned.
Trish knew it was now or never. " I do now, but...I was hoping that maybe you could make an exception this one time." Trish said with as much body language as possible..."I tip well." She let the innuendo slide in. Oh he'll yeah, she was drunk.
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Toby felt his cock grow at her last words. Was she coming on to him, or was the long day getting to him?
"Tell you what, why don't you explain to me what exactly you want and than I'll tell you if I can help you tonight." Toby said more casually than he was feeling.
"Fair enough, I was thinking of getting a butterfly, is that dumb?" She asked looking a little vulnerable. God this woman was trying to kill him.
"No I don't think that dumb, I think it might actually work for you."Toby confessed. Wilson his main artist had left for the day so Toby was relieve that she was looking for something simple.
"I guess I can make this small sacrifice, this one time." He said with a small smile that didn't compare to the radiant smile that the woman gave him. "By the way I'm Toby" Toby reached out his hand as he opens the door wider for her to come in.
"Patricia, but my friends call me Trish." She replied with a sexy smile, taking his hand. God,everything about this woman emanated sex. Her skirt hugged her hips in the right way and her breasts we're nearly hidden behind and almost transparent rolling stones t-shirt.
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Trish walked over to the counter where Toby waited for her with a large catalog. He looked like a Greek god in jeans, and she would definitely bang him for buck.
"We have two pages of butterfly designs just pick the one you think you'd like. We can make adjustments to the design after you pick."
Trish looked over the pages nervously.
"I'm kinda getting the vibe that you're a virgin" he said with devilish grin. " a tat virgin, that it." He cleared up, laughing.
"That obvious huh?" She said with a laugh. He nodded with a sexy smile.
"But don't worry, it'll hurt a little but I'll go easy for you." His words radiated innuendo and his smile confirmed it.
"Then I'm glad you're hear to take my virginity." She smiled back making her move. "This one!" She declared. The blue butterfly with lilac accents. "I want it exactly like that."
Toby walked over and gave her an approving smile. "Good choice. So where will this butterfly be flying?" Trish's smile slid into a sexy grin.
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Toby knew that if he was going to make it through this he needed her to say her arm.
"Well actually I was hoping to get it some where more...private."
"How private are we talking" Toby had to clear his throat. Suddenly Trish began to unbutton her her skirt, and revealed a fire red g-string. Toby had trouble swallowing.
"I want the wings to wrap around here" she said slowly while sliding her fingers on both lips hiding her nub. Her lashed hid her dark eyes. "I was thinking I need a little more attention down here. What do you think?"
