Bekah
My first tattoo. Of all things he wanted a car. I had gone through three years of design college and I was now a sketch artist for muscle cars? Fuck! Oh perhaps I should watch my tone, or Mr. Hotty pants might try to cover my mouth. If he did that again after the way he just about got me off with the hand job--my diet would be ruined. Either way I could not wait to get home and fuck Edward and snuggle with Henry.
“Everything alright in here?” Here he was hovering, distracting me.
“Check it out man.” Justice pulled the sheet off and I turned quickly away to avoid seeing his semi-erect penis.
Zandor’s jaw dropped and then snapped shut. “Thought she was going to do your arm.”
“Well, change of plans. Thought she’d do better running up my thigh.
“Cool. Bekah I need a minute.”
He walked out as quickly as he came in.
“I’ll be right back sweetie.” I smiled at Justice before I walked out. I looked down the hall and he was walking into the employee lounge.
When I walked in he was pacing. “Is it that bad?”
He snapped around. “Yes…no…”
“Well which is it Zandor?” I threw his words back at him and he growled and ran his hands through his hair the same way I wanted to, well before we became friends.
“No, you did very well designing it, and yes it’s bad. Fuck, if I knew he was gonna have it put there I would have fucking done it.”
He was way out of character for him. “Okay look I think maybe you’re taking this friend thing a little too far.”
“You like your head down there by his dick?”
“Hey Zandor, maybe now is a good time to let you know something…”
“You’re not a lesbian, Bekah.”
“I’m also not a virgin. Between you and me, I’ve seen a few of those things.”
His eyes narrowed for a millisecond. “Have you now?”
“Yep, I’ve also touched a few in my day.”
He stood a bit taller.
“So you like him?”
“He’s a client, right? He fixed my car, right?”
“Yeah but your flirting with him.”
“Part of the job, right? Remember you trained me…”
“I’ve never given a guy a fucking hard on with sweet talk and…”
“He’s waiting.”
“Fine, but if having a cock in your face makes you uncomfortable at all…” I giggled. “What?”
“He’s your friend?”
“Yes,” he winced.
“Then I can’t tell you.” I started walking out of the room and he bolted in front of me.
“Spill it.”
“Well the word cock would insinuate that it’s big right?” He looked at me curiously and cocked his head like a puppy does when you say treat, “Penis would make it small.”
“The point?”
“It’s not a cock,” I whispered.
“No?”
“Nope, maybe a dick.”
“Maybe?”
“Well somewhere between a penis and a dick. Bottom line, there’s nothing offensive about it.” I winked like he had at me and whispered, “I wouldn’t ruin a good diet on fucking that.”
His jaw clenched. “A lady…”
“It’s you and I, we’re friends?” He nodded yes. “If we are to remain friends, Zandor, you’ll have to understand some things about me. I am a lady, sweet and southern you know just how ya’ll like it in public. But as a friend you should know that when I have non-public talks, private talks, I say fuck a lot.”
“You’re a dick tease aren’t you Kitten?” his voice was deeper than usual.
“Nope, not a dick tease. I’m really not interested in dick at this moment. But a cock…”
His hand covered my mouth. “Don’t.”
I looked down and saw the outline of a very hard erection pressing against his pants. I pulled his hand away and slowly moved my eyes up to meet his. “Good thing we’re friends, you look like you could spoil a girl’s diet.”
“What the hell is this diet shit?”
I smirked and stepped back. “It’s a cock diet.”
He swallowed hard and stood frozen. I had just done to him what he did to me earlier. I walked around him and smacked his ass. “Nice chat.”
I finished Justice’s tattoo and I have to say I was extremely proud of it.
I walked out with Justice and Zandor stood up. “All good man?”
“Sure is.” He looked back at me. “So drinks tonight?”
“Sure thing.” I smiled and he winked at Zandor and walked out the door.
I looked back and smiled. “Wanna see?”
“See what?” He was back to being cold. “Wow, you really should see a doctor.”
“About?” He was looking down at his screen.
“The mood swings, fucking whiplash-inducing.”
“Really? My mood swings?”
“Well sure, are you saying I have them, Zandor?”
“Yes…no…”
I started to smile and walked away.
He grabbed my arms. “Don’t say fuck.”
“Why? Does it do things to you, make you’re…”
“Don’t say cock either.”
I opened my mouth to say it and I heard the door open. “Morning.”
“Good morning, Ricco.” I liked Ricco.
“Well look at you all sunshine today,” he chuckled.
“I just did my first solo tattoo, you wanna see?”
“You took a picture?”
I ignored Zandor as Ricco came up to me. “Check it out.” I held up my phone and Ricco stood beside me and looked.
I felt Mr. Moody standing over my shoulder.
“Nice job Bekah.”
“Thanks Ricco I should probably edit it, shows a little too much…” I looked up at Zandor. “Cock.”
Ricco went past me chukling. “Coffee on?”
“Sure is.” I started walking away and he pulled me back against him.
“Two words Kitten, that’s all I ask.”
“Fuck and cock?”
“You’re in so much trouble. I’m gonna…”
“Spank me?”
“Holy fuck.” He grabbed my hips. “Keep that shit up and we won’t be friends.”
“Oh no? What will we be?”
“Buddies, Bekah.”
“Buddies, huh?” I turned around and looked up in his now nearly cinnamon eyes.
“Yeah, buddies.”
“The difference?”
“My cock between your legs.”
“A buddy would ruin my diet.”
“You’d be glad.”
Holy hell, did I want buddies right now. The throbbing started first and then the heat. Our eyes didn’t leave each other’s until he looked down at my protruding nipples and smirked.
“Now look what you’ve done, Kitten.”
I glanced down. “And look what you’ve done.”
“Nice huh?”
“Yeah, nice dick.”
“You need to take a closer look Kitten. That’s no more a dick than these are C cups.”
He started to reach toward me and I smacked his hand and he laughed a deep throaty laugh.
He jumped back when the door opened, “Mornin’, Momma.”
“You’re early.Nice to see you, Bekah.”
“Good Morning, Joe,” she hugged me and looked up at Zandor and then hugged him.
He was very careful to not hug her too tight.
“Busy day?” kissing both his cheeks.
“Looks like it’ll be.You look beautiful today,” he spun her in a circle, “And blushing, Momma.” He leaned in to her ear, “Do you have a secret to tell me, Momma?”
She playfully smacked him. “No Aleszandor, besides if I did it would not be a secret.” She walked down the hall “I’m in and out today just checking to see what we may need in the kitchen.”
He sat down and moved the chair close to the desk. “You almost got me in trouble.”
“Oh yeah, for some reason I think you could do that all by yourself.”
He smirked. “I’m a good man Bekah.”
Joe walked back down the hall and smiled. She kissed each of my cheeks. “If he acts otherwise let me know, Rebekah.”
“Momma that hurts.” He stood again, he held her hands up in the air. “Stunning woman. Go, have fun shopping. I’ll take care of everything.”
Joe patted his cheek. “I’m sure you will Aleszandor.”
When she left I looked at Zandor. “Aleszandor.”
“Rebekah?”
~
I learned today that Zandor Steel was a very naughty boy.
Marta, a married woman in her late thirties wanted Zandor, and had scheduled him in two weeks ago when she found out he had returned from his travels abroad. She snickered when she said his name. She was tall, thin, brown-haired, with perfect tits. I was pretty sure they were fake. Who has tits that size that don’t move a little when they lay on their back?
She was scheduled to have her pubic area done but changed her mind, and I was given the task of putting her three children’s names on her foot. She whined the entire time and even asked me to get Zandor to come in because, and I quote. ‘He always makes me feel so good.’ All breathy and moany.
“Aleszandor,” I said in the headiest voice I could come up with.
“Rebekah.” He smirked as he looked up from the computer.
“Moaner, I mean Marta needs you. Because you always make her feel so good.”
“You can handle it.”
I blew out a breath purposely loud and he rocked back in his chair giving me a smug look. “Do YOU need me?”
“No but apparently…”
“Then I trust you can handle it.”
He sat up and rolled his chair back to the desk.
“Fine I need you, she’s a pain…”
“No explanation necessary, just start over. Ask nice, Bekah.” He looked back down.
“Zandor, I need you now.” I could not believe I was doing this.
He looked up and cupped his ear as if he was waiting.
“Please.”
“That’s a good little Kitty.”
He winked and looked back down.
He was an ass. “Now!”
He looked up and sucked air through his clenched teeth. “How can I deny you now? ‘Zandor, I need you. Please. Now.’ Almost as good as last night, Kitten.”
I was going to curse him out when the door opened and Kat walked in. I snapped my mouth shut and turned.
“Hey Kat, you got this?” He followed behind me.
He grabbed my elbow and stopped me right before we entered. “Rendered speechless, and we haven’t even become buddies yet.” I tried not to smile, but how could I not? “See, and now I have hope. Alright before we go in I want to make sure you know. I am a changed man.”
“Really, and what does that mean?”
“Oh you’ll see,” he walked in the door and Marta squealed, “Well hello there, lady.”
Oh. My. God. He is such a player.