In the dimly lit tattoo parlor, the hum of the needle was the only constant sound. A petite woman with a pixie cut, Hazel, was hunched over a client, her nimble fingers creating intricate designs on his arm. The bell above the door rang, and she looked up to see a tall, muscular man walk in.
“Can I help you?” Hazel asked, turning off the machine and wiping her hands on a towel.
“I hope so,” the man replied, his voice deep and husky. “I’ve been looking for someone to give me a specific piece, and I heard you’re the best.”
Hazel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of piece?”
He pulled out a sketch, and Hazel’s eyes widened. It was a detailed design of a phoenix, with fiery wings and piercing eyes. She looked up at him, and he held her gaze, his eyes filled with desire.
“I want this,” he said, his voice low. “And I want you to be the one to give it to me.”
Hazel’s heart raced, but she kept her cool. “Alright, let’s get started. Have a seat.”
As Hazel worked on the tattoo, they made small talk, but the tension between them was palpable. Finally, after hours of work, the tattoo was complete. The man admired it in the mirror, and then turned to Hazel.
“You did an amazing job,” he said, his eyes filled with gratitude. “I want to thank you.”
He pulled her close, and Hazel’s heart skipped a beat. He leaned in, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Hazel responded, her hands exploring his muscular chest.
He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the back room, laying her down on the couch. He trailed kisses down her neck, and Hazel let out a soft moan.
He pulled off her shirt, revealing her perky breasts. He took one in his mouth, teasing her nipple with his tongue. Hazel arched her back, her breathing becoming ragged.
He moved down her body, pulling off her pants and panties. He spread her legs, and Hazel’s heart raced. He leaned in, and his tongue met her clit. Hazel let out a loud moan, her hands tangled in his hair.
He licked and sucked, his fingers entering her wet pussy. Hazel’s muscles clenched around him, and she cried out in pleasure.
He stood up, and pulled off his pants. His cock was hard and ready. He entered Hazel, and she gasped at the size of him. He moved slowly at first, but then picked up speed.
Hazel met his thrusts, their bodies moving in sync. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Hazel cried out, as she reached her climax.
The man followed, collapsing on top of her. They lay there, panting and spent.
“That was amazing,” Hazel said, as they caught their breath.
“You’re amazing,” the man replied, smiling down at her.
They got dressed, and Hazel walked him to the door. He turned to her, and leaned in for one last kiss.
“I’ll be back for more,” he said, before disappearing into the night.
Hazel watched him go, a satisfied smile on her face. She closed the door, and turned off the lights, ready for a well-deserved rest.
