This is a story that's about 90% true. Names were changed, and some other little things. Please forgive any mistakes you'll find. I think the last story I wrote was a book report in grade school. So this is my first story here. Be gentle please, but feedback, voting, or email is fine. I will write other stories about the past if I get enough good feedback. Hopefully Enjoy!
Slow_Roosevelt
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The little crowd that surrounded the truck started cheering and making whooping noises, waiting for the show to start. She lowered her thong and took one foot out of them as she squatted. My eyes were on the screen of the handheld digital recorder capturing the event, while my boss /best friend, Mark, was smiling ear to ear taking pictures with his digital camera. This was his game. He loved to see how far he could push people out of their comfort zone sexually. He was a master in his 'Art'.
The blonde haired college beauty was up in the bed of his truck with the tailgate down. She was wearing a green halter top with a short skirt. In her current stance, with the help of the neon and strobe lights coming off the tattoo shop, you could tell she was shaved. She opened up her lovely pink folds with 2 fingers as her face turned flush. "She is actually going to do it" I said to myself. The truck was parked next to a 4 lane street, and even this late at night, the cars passing could see what was going on. There was a lot of honking and whistles coming out of the cars that were driving by. It was a very busy road that ran straight into downtown Fort Worth. The traffic helped business, and we were known for certain 'antics' that went on at the shop. I think that's why women like this one were coming to our shop a lot. Must have looked like a fucking Girls Gone Wild filming. Mark looked over with a wink and then yelled...
"Come on, we ain't got all night girl. Think of waterfalls."
"I'm trying, I swear!" The girl said while laughing. "I've got stage fright or something!"
This was making the crowd's weekend, but to Mark and I...it was just a little entertainment to end a night of work at the studio. A few minutes later some relief came over her face and a little trickle turned into a stream of pee. She was a little drunk, and her friends that were there started clapping. When finished, she pulled her thong back on while staring at me. A little impish grin crept up on the sides of her lips. She hopped off the truck and went to her friends while they all giggled.
After the show, we walked in the shop. There were three stations for tattooing and a long hall for all the artwork to hang on, for people to hang out, and few places to sit. To the left was the private office for piercing. My boss and I shared this space. Complete with a TV that had every single channel on satellite, thanks to some hook up he had swapped out no doubt for a tattoo or something. It was always on some hardcore porn channel. Full security system including 10 cameras that went around the shop and into the main waiting area. The crowd dispersed except for the people waiting to be tattooed. Mark had me setup the tray for a tongue piercing.
I laughed. "You made her do all that for a free tongue piercing?"
"She wanted it for free. Why? Do you think I got ripped off?" He grinned. Always the smart ass.
I had been working there since I was 17. I was now 21. As a piercer I knew this would cost him 3$ for everything, even though we charged 40$ a piercing. I didn't think it was much of a fair deal for her, but then again I wasn't the one who agreed to it. After so many of these, I wasn't even shocked anymore. I'd seen and filmed everything from women masturbating with different objects that Mark had found humorous; to women who would stick fingers in their asses and re lube their fingers with their mouths several times before he said they could stop. Women would get naked and make out. Every once in a while, I would need to step out of the room. I'm not gonna try and play psychologist to figure out why they did it. For the rush, just to be bad, the thrill, or just the money. Anyway, now he had a pee vid to add to his collection. I'm guessing everything in between also.
I just laughed harder. "You never cease to amaze me man. How did you know she would do it?"
"When you've worked here long enough young skywalker, you too will be able to sense these things!" He said in a mock voice.
Rolling my eyes, I asked. "No really, they all look the same in their little skirts and bubbly attitudes?"
"Just flirt dude. Hint about something that could possibly offend them, if it doesn't then push a little further. Always look 'em in the eyes, they never lie. Keep a lookout for body language, if she really wants you to know, it will be there"
To tell the truth I'm totally clueless if a woman likes me or not, unless they come out and tell me or some really obvious like a kiss, asking me out, or grabbing me etc. I just don't pick up on hints.
I wasn't a virgin, but growing up Southern Baptist in TX. At a private school... That's really not a subject they touch on. It was only till high school I finally went to public school. All hell broke loose after that. I went from a tie wearing goodie goodie, to a pure bad boy by the time my sophomore year came around. Mark had been the brother I never had. He was the owner of the tattoo shop and after he offered me a job, my education about body art and women began.
Mark was 35, and doing well with the shop. I wasn't anything to write home about. I'm about 5'8, a lil on the big side, brown spiky/messy hair with my fair share of piercings, a regular sized 6 inch dick(pierced, imagine that). I am a little bit wider than average, with a proportionate head to my width. Just one tattoo on my neck, in white ink, that glows in the black light. Just a word. Actually the only thing I've ever been complimented on was my blue "piercing eyes", cute nose, and full lips that were "soo kissable". Needless to say my self esteem had never been quite that high. Didn't help much that I was dealt a massive blow when my 5 year relationship with Jenny had ended very badly. That's another story though. It was still in the back of my mind as it had only been a couple of months.
Mark continued. "The two of the four girls in blue shirts out there are snobs, they're only here because she wanted to get her tongue pierced and decided to tag along. The other 2 want you bro."
"Who?" Pee girl and the short haired one?" Swaying my head in disbelief.
"Yeah, they've both been staring at you all night. You didn't see that smile she gave you in the truck?"
"That was for the camera, she was just being playful. Besides she's been hanging onto the short haired girl all night. She's gay."
"No, not gay. She might be bi, but not gay. There's potential for a lot of fun there bro!"
"Whatever Mark, you ready?"
"Yeah, send her in."
I opened the door and let her know he was ready.
"Can I bring a friend in, I'm nervous."
The girl could pee in public but was nervous about this. I just shook my head and snickered.
"Yeah, one person can come in with you."
"Chaz, will you come in with us? I'm scared." Hillary asked me. (The girl with the green tank top) She was grinning and started giving me these puppy dog eyes that made Bambi look like a heroin-chic CK model.
"Yeah come on, we thought you were going to be doing the piercing anyway." The girl with the pink halter top chimed in. I later found out her name was Tina. They were both lookers. Very sexy curves in all the right places. As to how they knew my name, I wasn't sure. I grabbed a stool and after a couple of minutes of calming her down, she left with her brand new piercing, standing out in the lobby showing her other friends.
"See I told ya." Mark said while disposing of the trash.
