questions to Neil.
She did realize I’ll be the one with the needle? Just a few inches deeper and… Christ! My professionalism just rotted away into gooey green grunge.
“Right here.” Neil walks the girl over to the bed-table and I get busy preparing my tools.
When he starts to go back to the counter the girl reaches out and clasps his hand. “Hey, would you mind if you held my hand through this.” She flutters her fake lashes and pouts her coated lips. “I’m a little scared.” This tramp cannot be believed! Bitch, let go of his hand!
I watch as Neil pulls his hand away and smiles gently. “You have no reason to worry. Kari is the best there is.” Then he walks away to the counter. Seriously . I could so kiss him right now!
“So the design I want is a heart with a crossbow in it. You know, like the cupid thing with the red heart and a golden crossbow,” she rattles off, all in one breath.
“You mean a heart with an arrow through it?” I ask.
She gives me a blank look. “That’s what I said. Why? Too hard?” The for you is right there, very clearly implied in her tone.
God. Is she for real? I smile politely at her. “Not at all. Let’s get started. This will sting a bit, okay?”
Without waiting for her response I plug in the machine and start my work. It barely takes an hour and once I’m done, her brain-numbing moans and whimpers stop as well. At first, I thought she was really feeling the pain. The swell of the breast is a painful place to get a tattoo but then I realized every time Neil was walking by or close enough, her moans got louder and her whimpers more suggestive. Then I really wished I could have given her a reason to moan about!
After fawning over Neil while paying the bill, she finally leaves and I let out a deep sigh of relief. Some people have their own hell to deal with. Others? They make one especially for you.
“So that was interesting, huh?” Neil walks towards me, scratching his head and all my previous embarrassment rushes towards me in a huge swamping tidal wave. I start fumbling through the various bits and bobs that I have to stow away, until they all go splattering on the floor.
“Hey!” Neil hurries to unplug the machine which has started buzzing and hopping wildly on the floor.
Like a madwoman, I scuttle through the various bottles and packets strewn on the floor until I manage to collect them all. Then I place everything under the counter. As I straighten up, I startle because Neil is standing right behind me. Close. Too close.
I suck in a breath and turn to look up at his face. He places his palm softly on my cheek and I wince at the contact.
“Angel, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing…I…I just…thank you for…earlier.”
He scrunches his face. “What is this? Are you embarrassed?”
I avert my eyes but Neil insists gently, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Kari. I was just looking out for you.”
I nod my head and risk meeting his eyes. “Yeah, well. Thank you for…looking out for me.”
“Anytime, Angel,” he says and his face breaks into a smile.
I cock my head to the side and decide this is the best time to make things clear. Instead what comes out of my mouth is this, “You know as per mythology, Angels were actually men who were sent down by God as messengers? So when you say Angel, it’s like you’re calling me a dude.”
Neil looks at me for a few seconds and then he throws his head back and bursts out laughing. And just like before, it’s a beautiful thing to witness. Like an unexpected burst of sunshine on a cloudy rainy day.
After a few minutes, as he’s wiping his tears he says, “Though that precious little narrative will now forever be at the back of my head, you’ll always be Angel to me…you don’t know what you’ve done…you’ve saved me.” His eyes droop low as he says the last line and my breath hitches. The inexplicable pull between us is hard to deny. It’s something elemental.
She did realize I’ll be the one with the needle? Just a few inches deeper and… Christ! My professionalism just rotted away into gooey green grunge.
“Right here.” Neil walks the girl over to the bed-table and I get busy preparing my tools.
When he starts to go back to the counter the girl reaches out and clasps his hand. “Hey, would you mind if you held my hand through this.” She flutters her fake lashes and pouts her coated lips. “I’m a little scared.” This tramp cannot be believed! Bitch, let go of his hand!
I watch as Neil pulls his hand away and smiles gently. “You have no reason to worry. Kari is the best there is.” Then he walks away to the counter. Seriously . I could so kiss him right now!
“So the design I want is a heart with a crossbow in it. You know, like the cupid thing with the red heart and a golden crossbow,” she rattles off, all in one breath.
“You mean a heart with an arrow through it?” I ask.
She gives me a blank look. “That’s what I said. Why? Too hard?” The for you is right there, very clearly implied in her tone.
God. Is she for real? I smile politely at her. “Not at all. Let’s get started. This will sting a bit, okay?”
Without waiting for her response I plug in the machine and start my work. It barely takes an hour and once I’m done, her brain-numbing moans and whimpers stop as well. At first, I thought she was really feeling the pain. The swell of the breast is a painful place to get a tattoo but then I realized every time Neil was walking by or close enough, her moans got louder and her whimpers more suggestive. Then I really wished I could have given her a reason to moan about!
After fawning over Neil while paying the bill, she finally leaves and I let out a deep sigh of relief. Some people have their own hell to deal with. Others? They make one especially for you.
“So that was interesting, huh?” Neil walks towards me, scratching his head and all my previous embarrassment rushes towards me in a huge swamping tidal wave. I start fumbling through the various bits and bobs that I have to stow away, until they all go splattering on the floor.
“Hey!” Neil hurries to unplug the machine which has started buzzing and hopping wildly on the floor.
Like a madwoman, I scuttle through the various bottles and packets strewn on the floor until I manage to collect them all. Then I place everything under the counter. As I straighten up, I startle because Neil is standing right behind me. Close. Too close.
I suck in a breath and turn to look up at his face. He places his palm softly on my cheek and I wince at the contact.
“Angel, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing…I…I just…thank you for…earlier.”
He scrunches his face. “What is this? Are you embarrassed?”
I avert my eyes but Neil insists gently, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Kari. I was just looking out for you.”
I nod my head and risk meeting his eyes. “Yeah, well. Thank you for…looking out for me.”
“Anytime, Angel,” he says and his face breaks into a smile.
I cock my head to the side and decide this is the best time to make things clear. Instead what comes out of my mouth is this, “You know as per mythology, Angels were actually men who were sent down by God as messengers? So when you say Angel, it’s like you’re calling me a dude.”
Neil looks at me for a few seconds and then he throws his head back and bursts out laughing. And just like before, it’s a beautiful thing to witness. Like an unexpected burst of sunshine on a cloudy rainy day.
After a few minutes, as he’s wiping his tears he says, “Though that precious little narrative will now forever be at the back of my head, you’ll always be Angel to me…you don’t know what you’ve done…you’ve saved me.” His eyes droop low as he says the last line and my breath hitches. The inexplicable pull between us is hard to deny. It’s something elemental.
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