Looking back on it I realize that I should have known how it was going to turn out. Back then the little head was in charge and I more or less followed its lead.
The little head was like a piece of steel and she was like a magnet that constantly pulled the little head to her. Just the way I met Monica told me everything that I should have needed to know, but the big head needs blood to operate just as the little head needs blood to inflate and Monica kept the little head inflated which kept the blood away from where it was needed most.
I met Monica when I stopped at King Soopers to get the makings for dinner. It was a Sunday and as I was walking from the parking lot to the store I noticed a woman pulling a shopping cart from a line of them. She was wearing tight jeans and high heels and I have no idea why, but a woman who wears high heels with jeans grabs my attention.
I hurried to get a cart and follow her into the store. I noticed that she filled out her Levis quite nicely and I was so busy looking at her ass and her sexy feet in her heels that I almost ran into her with my cart. I stopped in time and when I raised my eyes I saw that she had a tattoo that covered her entire back. Or at least I thought it did. Her top covered a lot of it, but I could see it just above her tops neckline and I could see some of it coming out of the arm holes on either side.
Her tight Levis and her high heels were already pulling the blood away from the big head and that is the only excuse that I have for what happened next.
"Excuse me" I said, "But I have a question for you."
She turned to face me and I saw that her face was just as sexy looking as the rest of her body.
"And that question would be" she asked.
"How much would it cost me to get you to take off your top so I could see the entire tattoo?"
She laughed and looked around. "Here? In the store? In front of God and everybody? I guess I could do it for a thousand dollars."
She saw the look on my face and said, "What? You don't think I'm worth a grand?"
"I'm sure that you are probably worth a lot more than that, but that is way out of my price range."
"And just what is your price range?"
"I won't insult you by mentioning it."
"Oh no you don't buster. You started this. How much are you willing to pay?"
"I don't honestly know. I never expected to be having this conversation. I thought you would probably say something like "You don't have enough and never will have enough."
"What if I would have said that I'd do it for whatever you have on you? What would I have gotten?"
"Fifty-three dollars and some loose change."
"No way. Not here in the store. Not for that little."
She started to move away and when she turned her leg touched my iron bar hard cock and she stopped, looked at me and said:
"Oh my. Did I do that?"
She got a guilty grin and a shrug from me.
"You are kinda cute" she said and then went on to say, "Fifty-three dollars huh? Not here in the store, not for fifty-three bucks, but give me a call in about an hour" and she took a card out of her purse and handed it to me. "Maybe we can work something out. Use the cell number" and then she pushed her cart toward the deli counter. I watched her walk away and the little head throbbed as I watched her ass move in those tight Levis. I looked at the card and saw that her name was Monica Ensign and that she worked for a real estate company. It gave two phone numbers (one her cell), a fax number and an email address. I put the card in my shirt pocket fully intending to give Monica Ensign a call.
I didn't have my checkbook with me and as I watched Monica walk away I decided not to spend my fifty-three dollars on groceries. I left my empty cart there in the produce section and headed for home. I showered, put on clean clothes and checked my watch. It had been an hour and five minutes since Monica Ensign had given me her card. I took my phone of the charger and made the call.
"Hello?"
"I never gave you my name, but I'm the guy who really, really wanted to see your tattoo and by the way my name is Rob."
"I'm surprised. I really didn't expect you to call. I thought you were just running a line on me."
"You hand your phone number out to any guy you think is just shooting you a line?"
"No, but I did say that you were kinda cute. Just what did you expect to get out of this call?"
"No idea, but you did tell me to call you in an hour so I guess I was hoping that you had something in mind."
"I did. I was curious to see if you would really pay me to see my tat."
"You bet I would."
"Okay, but it will cost you."
"How much?"
"Fifty-three dollars and you have to take me out to dinner."
"I can do that. When?"
"No time like the present. Do you know where the Castle View Apartments are?"
"I do."
"I'm in apartment 15 E. That's in the E building. How long before I can expect you?"
"A minute. Maybe a minute and a half."
"A minute? Where are you now?"
"Apartment 22 in the B building."
I made it in a minute fifteen. She answered the door in the same Levis and heels, but she had on a different top and it didn't expose any of her tattoo.
"Just let me grab my purse and I'm ready to go."
On the way to my pickup she asked me where I was taking her and I told her that it was her choice. She opted for Angelina's and over Veal Scaloppini (me) and Linguini with Clam Sauce (her) we traded our vital statistics. Twenty-four year old single mom β daughter with grandma and grandpa for the weekend β office manager for a real estate firm, avid bowler (two mixed and one women's house league) with a one seventy-six average. Loved classical music and read an average of two books a week (currently had nine checked out of the library) and loved to cook.