“Oh man, this is bad,” Danny muttered to himself, head turned to the ground as he trudged forward. It was a common habit of his; looking down at his feet while walking when he was nervous, hands in the pockets of his jacket with his hood over his head, like he was trying to hide himself, which, in a way, wasn’t that far off.
At first glance, Danny wasn’t much to look at. Currently hunched over, one would not notice his above average height, which is why he usually stuck low so often. He did not enjoy being singled out at all. Short, brown hair which was as plain as could be could be seen, along with a lean face with a chiseled jaw. This could have been seen as handsome, if he didn’t keep it hidden in the shadows of his hood all the time.
He walked at a brisk pace, his long legs taking him quickly to his destination. He was lean, but even with the hood covering him one could tell he had some muscular definition, which was more of the wiry variety, like rope.
He ran a tan hand through his short hair, sighing. He really didn’t want to do this. He really, really didn’t want to do this incredibly stupid thing. Why did he have to agree on that bet? It was an idiotic decision to even contemplate doing it in the first place. And now he was paying the price.
“Nice fucking job screwing yourself over this time, Danny,” he muttered to himself angrily, kicking a rock in his path. “Had to get blasted with the gang. Had to show off like a frickin’ moron. Had to make that goddamn bet and lose!”
Stopping in his path, he slammed his foot to the ground and crushed the dirt beneath in aggravation. “A tattoo! I just had to agree to that!” After several seconds he kicked the ground again and continued on his way. “And now I look like a crazy person talking to myself and kicking the ground.”
Truthfully, anyone seeing the spectacle would indeed think the young man was mad, which was exactly what Danny didn’t enjoy being seen as. Being under the radar, being normal, unseen, that’s what he wanted. Not this. Which was why he was currently taking a back road to his destination.
A tattoo parlor.
He never thought he’d ever set foot in one. Danny, the nice guy who never did drugs and only started drinking when he hit the legal age. Danny, always the responsible one who did the right thing, and Danny, the stupid, drunk idiot that made a bet about how many shots of Canterlot proof vodka he could drink before throwing up and then asking a girl out, all in one go. And by the recounting his friends gave him the next morning when he was found unconscious on the floor, evidently not enough. Plus, he chickened out of talking to the girl. Which isn't much of a surprise.
And now for his end of the bet. A tattoo. Sure, he could’ve called it off. But that wasn’t his style. One thing he was proud of was sticking to his word. Plus, his friends would probably never let him live this down. So now here he was, in the middle of the night, walking down a back road to a tattoo parlor. Wonderful.
The frigid night air bit at his face, but luckily his hoodie protected him from most of the night’s chills. The moonlight created a clear path for him to walk on, and luckily no one else was traveling down this path. They either would’ve mugged him, or thought he himself was a mugger. By the way he was acting, they would have a pretty decent guess.
Finally, the downtown part of the city was before him. Not exactly the slums district or one of the lower ends of town, but still not the best of places to be in the middle of the night. But at that moment, Danny was still running on impulsiveness, wanting to get this over with before it dragged on too long.
He stuck to the shadows of buildings, avoiding eye contact with any passerby he walked past. He just went through the motions of staring at his feet as he delved deeper into the downtown district, his eyes looking up from time to time to stare at a billboard or sign.
“Come on, damnit. I checked the phone book and the address said it had to be here somewhere,” he muttered under his breath, clenching his hands into fists nervously in his hoodie pockets as he turned his head rapidly in search of the tattoo parlor. It seemed his efforts were to no avail, since he couldn’t spot it anywhere.
Kicking an empty can dejectedly, he turned back to make his way home in defeat. That was until the bright, neon lights of one sign shone past the shadows over his face and into his eyes. Blinking in surprise, he stared at the large sign hanging over a storefront.
The Boutique Parlor.
Well, that was the name of the place. And by the looks of it, it definitely did look like a tattoo parlor, or his best guess of one. It was a low brick building, with considerably less grime and filth covering its walls and windows than some of the other buildings nearby. On its windows were all manners of tattoo samples for anyone interested, not excluding bright and colorful art designs of all styles and sizes.
An open sign could clearly be seen on the front, glass-screen door, with bright light visible through the multiple windows along the walls, but Danny was still hesitant to enter. Maybe it was the fact this was the first time ever he’d been in this part of town, or his first time going into a tattoo parlor, or his first time getting a tattoo...
He was really coming up with practically every possible excuses not to go in, but in the end, it was peer pressure that finally forced his hand to grasp onto the handle of the door and open it. That, and the fact that he would hear no end to the jibes and cracks from his friends about him going back on his word and being a pussy. Assholes, the lot of them, but the kind of assholes you like to hang out with, if you can understand that.
He entered into a large room with a high wooden ceiling. Bulbs hung down from wires, casting a bright light on the room that left dark shadows in the corners. The walls were brick, though you probably wouldn’t be able to tell because of all the art designs covering every square inch of it. From quick sketches to complex illustrations vibrant in color, large, white sketch pages acted as the wallpaper of the parlor.
It was divided into subsections. Office cubicles you would normally see in a business environment were being used to separate the different work stations of the various tattoo artists. Each cubicle was decorated with the artist’s choice of work. Some had skulls, blood and guts for their main forte, while others chose fauna, birds, and other relaxing images for their own. It was interesting, really, to see so many different styles mingle together just for the purpose of putting ink on someone’s skin.
It was empty, which was unsurprising at this time of night. Against the wall near the entrance was a counter leading to a room hidden away from the large, open space of the parlor. From the looks of a cash register and booking list there, Danny guessed that it was where you paid and got appointed for a tattoo. Plus, the receptionist made it pretty obvious.
Danny literally stopped in his tracks when he laid eyes on her. The best word he could use at the moment was stunning. Her robe seemed to resemble the wind with swirl designs on one side and ocean on the other, with gold leaves and flowers carefully stitched into the cloth. She had an hourglass figure, her curves extremely noticeable from the tightness of the robe she was wearing. The form-fitting robe also gave indication of a busty rack and luscious booty, further evident from the high chair she sat in which squished her posterior nicely for all to see.
The woman was twirling in her chair slightly, sucking on a lollipop while skimming through the pages of a fashion magazine. Noticing him coming in, she sat still in her chair and gave him a small, embarrassed smile as she set down her magazine while taking out her lollipop.
Averting his eyes from her attractive figure so he didn’t seem like a creep, Danny got a better look at her face. Her facial features were sharp yet delicate, beautiful enough to be featured on any model magazine ready to bust out the cash to get her picture. She had matching purple lipstick and eyeliner, both vibrant colors that really brought out her perky lips and beautiful eyes.
And what eyes they were. When he finally looked her in the eyes he was breathless for a moment, lost in their depths. Like two brilliant blue gemstones, glittering when the light reflected off of them. Teasing him with her half closed gaze as her long lashes only invited him for more whenever she blinked. Two perfect azure pools of wonder that drew him in her gaze and quickened his heart rate in a matter of seconds.
But what really caught his eye was her hair. Oh what a magnificent sight it was. It was wavy and curled delicately, seeming to shine in the light. Just an expanse of exquisite purple locks that fell past her head, the back end being held carefully in place as a bow by two pins interlocked in an ‘x’. The front end fell partially over her face, not in the least obscuring it, but rather adding to her overall beauty as she brushed it aside in what can only be described as an adorable manner.
Danny noticed as her lips started moving now, and it took even longer for him to realize she was talking to him. “Hello? Anyone home in there?” she asked in an elegant accent that was good enough to be sipping tea with nobility.
Gulping his suddenly dry throat and coughing slightly to better clear it, he said, “S-Sorry. I was just... um, distracted by your very lovely tattoo parlor here.” He pointed to the numerous drawings on the walls and tattoo equipment out and ready to use, the sharp needles sending shivers down his spine.
“Well, sorry to disappoint. But this isn’t my parlor,” she responded, shaking her head as she gave him a small smile. “I’m just a hired artist, with cruel tasks such as working the night shift.”
“What? Is this place open 24/7?” he asked, not remembering if he saw a sign saying so on the front of the store or not.
She giggled slightly, her voice like a clattering bell that rang sweet notes of glee. “Why yes we are. There’s always a customer late at night for this type of business. Might be slow tonight since you’re the only one to arrive so far, but some nights we’re packed to the brim.”
“Really?” Danny asked with astonishment, wondering how such an establishment like this one can be ‘packed to the brim’. “How does that happen, exactly? Why do so many people show so late at night?”
“Quite an easy answer. How many bars did you pass by on the way over here?”
“Um... I think maybe two or three,” Danny answered, scratching his chin in thought to remember.
“There are more than a dozen nearby in less than three blocks. We are located in the downtown district, afterall, so alcohol is a big hit here,” she said, brushing out a crease in her elegant robe. “And it just so happens booze and tattoos have a perfect relationship with one another.”
“Well, can’t argue with that logic.” Especially since what she just said was exactly why he was here in the first place.
“Really, you won’t believe the crazy stories I have of some near passed out drunks walking in here and asking for one crazy tattoo after another on all manner of places,” she chuckled, holding a hand to her mouth in a ladylike fashion to hold back her giggles. “Usually the next day they come in and pay for it to be removed, So you make twice the amount of money, just from one person.”
“Wow. That does sound beneficial,” Danny agreed, finding himself more adjusted and loose with the pretty woman now that he wasn’t gawking at her like a perverted old man. “Also, the name’s Danny,” he said, holding out his hand, not before quickly wiping it on his pants to make sure it wasn’t sweaty.
Holding out her own dainty hand in a surprisingly strong grip, she shook her arm slowly up and down while shooting him a pleasant grin. “Miss Rarity, but you can just call me Rarity since this is a formal arrangement.”
Danny’s cheeks instinctively blushed when they held hands for that short moment. He quickly redrew his palm so as to not further prompt his blushing. “Nice to meet you, Rarity. I have, um, come here for a...”
“Tattoo?” she said, finishing Danny’s sentence and giving him a sly wink. “Would have never guessed why you’d be at a tattoo parlor at this hour. Unless my first guess is mistaken?”
“No, you’re right...” Danny gulped once more, finding it increasingly harder to speak as his throat clogged up under his high amount of embarrassment. “I just need to get... um, get this tattoo for a particular reason.”
Tapping her chin with a perfectly manicured finger while tilting her head slightly, she asked, “What reason? Girlfriend wants you to tattoo her name on your arm?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Danny deadpanned, mentally hitting himself for revealing that. He never had much luck with girls, especially since he was shy and unsociable even in the best of conditions. So far it was a miracle he hadn’t frozen up around Rarity yet.
“Well, isn’t that a shame,” she replied, winking and smirking seductively at him. Or it could just be Danny misinterpreting her body language. “So if it isn’t that, then what reason do you need this tattoo for?”
“You see, I kind of, um... lost a bet.”
Without another word Rarity reached under the counter and pulled out a fat portfolio, filled to the brim with artwork. Flipping through a couple of pages, she eventually reached her desired section, turning the open page to him. Drawn all across it were various lewd, disturbing, and downright nasty pictures, along with every dick size and shape anyone ever thought possible. Some were so huge and physically impossible they couldn’t even be useable.
“Now, which of these most closely resembles what you agreed to get a tattoo of? And the area of which I need to tattoo the said image would also be useful to know,” she said in a nonchalant manner, back to sucking on her lollipop. Unfortunately Danny was too overcome with shock to even notice this innuendos act.
“Wh-what? No, no, no, no!” Danny repeated, shaking his head and holding out his hands in a stopping manner. “It’s not an image! It’s more like words.”
“Words? You mean I have to write something down on you?” she asked while raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Then what’s all the hubbub?”
Sighing, Danny reached into the pockets of his jeans and withdrew a stained, crumbled bar napkin. He laid it on the table and dreaded every second it was out in the open.
Rarity parted a lock of hair out of her eyes as she leaned in closer to the napkin, not daring to touch such a filthy thing that smelled strongly of booze. Reading the text hastily scrawled on it, she said aloud, “If you can read this, you are doing it right.” Leaning back so her back rested more comfortably on her high stool, she crossed her arms and gave him a questioning look. “So this is what you want me to write down?”
“Y-yes, that’s it,” Danny replied, looking down at his shoes as if they suddenly became a thousand times more interesting than the supermodel before him.
“So, what’s the big deal? You get this tattooed on your arm or leg. It won’t even hurt that much,” she said, shrugging her shoulders like it was no big deal.
“That’s the thing... the tattoo only makes sense when it’s in one specific area,” Danny explained, a cold sweat appearing on the back of his neck as he pointed at his groin. “Um, down there...”
Rarity continued to stare at him in confusion, until the implications of what he said hit her. Blushing lightly, she held a hand over her lips so he wouldn’t catch her involuntary smile. “Ooh, I get it now. Down there.”
“Yeah, right above it.” Danny coughed, the awkwardness in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. Scratching the back of his head, he asked, “So... I really need the tattoo by tonight, since I agreed with my friends, and it would be rather, um, weird if you were to do it for me. So is anyone else working here?”
Rarity shook her head and removed the last traces of her lollipop, which was pretty much a white stick now, out of her mouth. “Sorry darling, but I’m the only one on shift tonight. Plus, the only one who can do that specific job. In the morning we have interns, and they’re too untrained to do the fancy text that you’ll probably need. So it’s either tonight or some other time someone can be available.”
“No, it has to be tonight. I just have to get it over with, or else my friends will say I chickened out,” Danny muttered to himself more than to Rarity. Truthfully, he was going by the bandage routine with dealing with this problem. Tear it off as quickly as possible for the least amount of pain. Which roughly translates to getting the tattoo over and done with so he didn’t have to prolong it any longer than possible.
“So, will you be able to do it right now? I have enough cash to pay for it,” Danny asked, twiddling his fingers as a nervous twitch.
A polite smile formed on Rarity’s lips. Danny was probably the shyest man she’d ever met, not to mention adorable when he acted all embarrassed like that. Really, even in his nervousness, Rarity found something... intriguing about him. Not just the usual passing tough guy that wanted to show off his muscles with some ink on his bicep. No, this was different.
Rarity got up from her chair, moving around the counter and pointing a finger at a far off cubicle. “If you’ll follow me, darling, we can get started right away.”
He followed behind her, trying his best not to stare at the curve of her hips or her exposed right leg that was free from the robes. She stopped near her cubicle, sweeping a hand at the barbershop chair he was supposed to sit in, specially made to get someone into every position possible to tattoo their body. He instinctively thought of a dentist’s chair, with power drills drilling holes into his teeth, and the sharp needles of the tattoo equipment did look an awful lot like a power drill...
“Damnit Danny, don’t chicken out now that you’re so close,” he thought to himself, holding his breath as he got in the seat and released it in a long sigh once he was settled down in the chair. Rarity went over to the tattoo equipment, prepping it up but bringing out different colored inks from her supply and a disposable needle.
“So, what color do you want? Traditional black?” she asked, holding up the ink bottle. Danny nodded quickly, trying his best to breathe regularly and not sweat too much. Smiling sweetly, she made her way over to the chair and laid her equipment on a tray right next to Danny. Turning her back on him, she looked over and winked, saying, “While you get prepped up, I’ll go wash my hands and get some gloves. Safety first.”
She walked around the corner, her footsteps heard clearly in the empty room. Danny settled in a more comfortable position in his seat, glancing around at Rarity’s work station. On the walls were prints of various designs, the main ones being dragons, samurais, roses and gems, all in a very familiar Japanese style.
He sat there, waiting patiently for Rarity while he stared at her artwork. He never thought in a million years he’d ever be in a tattoo shop, much less waiting for a beautiful woman to tattoo an embarrassing sexual innuendo on a private area of his body. And here he was looking at her impressive artwork, perplexed and frightened by how someone could get such intricate designs tattooed over their body.
Soon enough Rarity returned, fitting on some disposable gloves one would see a doctor use in a hospital. She dragged a bar stool from against the wall in front of Danny, sitting down while moving her tray of equipment closer at hand. “Okay dear, if you would just take off your pants, we can get started.”
“Say what now?” Danny yelled, covering his groin quickly.
Rarity rolled her eyes and gave him a ‘are you serious’ look. “Well, how exactly am I supposed to give you a tattoo otherwise? I know you might be embarrassed, but I am a professional after all. So off with the pants, please.”
“C-can I just pull them down but keep them on?” he asked desperately, blushing up a storm.
Rolling her eyes she sighed and reached for her electric tattoo needle. “Fine, whatever makes you comfortable. I can at least assure you you can keep you boxers on.”
Danny breathed a sigh of relief, hesitantly unzipping his jeans and sliding them slowly downward. He stopped when he got to the end of his gray boxers, right before revealing any skin. Looking over at her and coughing nervously, he asked, “So, um... what’s next?”
Rarity was humming to herself as she got the electric tattoo needle, fitting in the black ink that was to be used. “Well, first I need to know the specific area you want to have the tattoo. So, right above it, I presume?”
“Y-yeah, guess that’s the only way it would work,” Danny replied, licking some sweat from his upper lip.
“Then I need to remove all the hairs,” she said, pulling out a razor and some shaving cream from her supplies.
“Whoa! Easy there!” Danny yelled, holding out his hands. “I already did it before I got here!”
“Really?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him in an unbelieving manner. Suddenly, she grabbed the edge of his boxers and pulled them down, way past Danny’s comfort level. “Well, I stand corrected. You did a pretty nice job.”
“Th-thanks,” Danny gulped, pulling his boxers back up before they revealed anything else. The area where his groin hair would’ve been was cleanly shaved, showing only untanned skin and faint stubble.
“Really impressive work,” she muttered, holding a hand to her chin as she brushed the exposed area. “Perfect for tattooing. Saves me a bit of work, so thank you.”
Danny was shivering slightly, like when a cold wind goes down your exposed back. But instead of that, it was Rarity moving her delicate fingertips over his groin, only inches away from his most sensitive region. “Not a problem,” he sighed, holding the handles of his chair with a crushing grip as he thought of anything other than Rarity’s touch.
“Well, no need to keep the customer waiting then,” she said, turning on her electric tattoo instrument, the sound coming from it similar to an electric razor. Rarity placed a pair of cheesy red framed glasses on and leaned down from her seat and wiped the prepared tattoo area with a medical disinfectant wipe, then placed the tip of the needle right against his skin. “Word of warning, this will hurt. Just hope you're not a screamer.”
“Nah, I’ll be fine,” he assured her, pushing his feet down hard and digging his fingers in the grooves in the chair handles left by past customers. Rarity went right to work then, starting the needle.
At first it felt like a faint beesting, pinching the outside of his skin. He bit his bottom lip and scrunched up his eyes, tensing all his muscles as he tried his best not to scream like a little girl. “Um, darling, would you mind loosening up a bit? Tensing up will only make it more painful for you and harder for me,” Rarity asked, stopping to look into his eyes.
Danny nodded his head and loosened up, letting his legs and arms go limp as he slid deeper in his chair. Now the pain was dulling slightly, still stinging painfully but not to such an extent as before. Rarity was going at a slow, methodical pace to correctly tattoo each letter.
“So, what job do you have?” she asked, her focus still attentive on his groin.
“I’m, um, an accountant at a marketing firm,” Danny said, opening his eye slightly to stare at her. “Why do you ask?”
“I usually find it that talking makes the entire process easier for the client,” Rarity explained, stopping and looking up at him with a small smile. “Plus, I find you interesting, Danny.” She said his name in such a slurry fashion that Danny couldn’t help but blush slightly.
Before he could possibly embarrass himself, he asked, “So, is tattooing your only job?”
Rarity giggled. “Why, it is my main career path, though tattoos aren’t my only talent. I am also quite the dressmaker. I take orders from clients and make dresses in my free time.”
“You make dresses?”
“Well, not just dresses. I make suits for many male customers and other forms of clothing. Such as this robe I’m wearing,” she said, halting again to tug at her robe, inadvertently opening it a bit. Doing so revealed part of her cleavage from Danny’s higher viewpoint.
“It’s beautiful,” Danny whispered, more so about her irresistible cleavage, but still to the wonderfully made robe. Her boobs were quite large, but not so much to make be overdone. He even caught a peek at her bra, black lingerie one often sees in a fancy women's store.
“Why thank you, dear,” she giggled, touched that he liked her work so much. “I draw on a lot of influences for my work, but Chinese culture is often times the main one, as you can see from my designs.”
Danny glanced at her art, and noticed all the old fashioned Japanese dragons and Japanese text hanging from the walls. “Yeah, really impressive. Wish I could do something like that. Never had much of an artistic side.”
“Don’t worry yourself, Danny,” she said, standing back to look over her work so far. “Everyone is an artist in their own way. I’m sure you will discover your own talent in it one day.”
Rarity was sweating slightly, due to the room’s only form of cooling being fans on a hot summer’s night. She opened her robe more now, the lace of her bra even more noticeable, along with what appeared to be the stem of a plant tattoo in between her breasts. Adjusting her glasses, she said, “Well Danny, we’re making good progress. Think you can handle some more?”
“Yeah, sure. Hit me with your best shot,” he said in mock courage, giving her a cocky smile. Rarity tucked a lock of her luxurious hair behind an ear and wagged a finger at him.
“Hey now, I might just take you up on that offer,” she said, winking as she got out her needle to continue her work.
She continued with his tattoo, the two exchanging words to put Danny better at ease. They discovered they had similar hobbies and likes, with Danny cracking a joke here and there, often times screwing it up and making Rarity chuckle just from him trying to fix it. He was still awkward, but was more comfortable now with Rarity than before. And Rarity found it just adorable how he would shy away from time to time and act embarrassed. He was much more open than the typical tough guy getting a tattoo.
Rarity set down her needle on the tray, grabbing a sponge to dab at some sweat on her forehead. Inspecting her work, she was already halfway done, only a couple more letters to go. “Congratulations Danny, we’re nearly done and you’re doing much better than I thought you would.”
“Hey, I can be tough too,” he chuckled, easing his grip on the arms of the chair and bending down to see what she’s has done so far. Each letter was beautifully crafted cursive, like something right out of an ancient historic document. “Wow, this is awesome!”
“See, nothing to worry about,” she told him, wiping the top of her neck now to clear the perspiration. “No reason to get all worked up over a tattoo.”
“Yeah...” Danny gulped hard. Rarity was brushing the sponge slowly down her slender neck, moving to her shoulders. Her robe fell open even more now, revealing a bright red rose tattoo on a green spiral background. There was a duplicate of it, but with a Japanese symbol instead, its meaning or even what it said lost to him. The straps of her bra were clearly seen, along with even more of the top of her bra as she moved her sponge to the top of her breasts. Her skin was practically shining in the light from the naked bulbs hanging from the ceiling.
“Well, no point in putting it off any longer,” she said, not even noticing his flushed face or her more revealed figure. She got out the electric tattoo needle again and leaned down to get back to work.
Danny stared with intent only a man could muster at her cleavage, which he felt inclined to dive right into. Sweat dripped from his brow, and try as he must, he couldn’t look away. It was as if his neck was incapable of movement, along with his eyes.
The needle turned off suddenly as Rarity backed up and blushed deeply. “Um, Danny...”
“Yeah,” he asked.
“I can’t really work with... that in the way.” She pointed at the large bulge in his boxers, blocking his tattoo. Danny was speechless for several moments, his embarrassment rising to unprecedented levels at what was happening right now. Unexpected erection at its finest, and happening right at the most inconvenient time.
“Oh shit! Oh fucking shit! Goddamnit, I’m so sorry, Rarity!” he told her desperately, wanting more than anything to die and be buried six feet under a hole right there and then. “Damnit, just let me–”
His words died in his throat when he felt something touch his shaft, sliding along it delicately. Looking downward revealed it to be Rarity’s dainty hands, free from their gloves she just took off as her fingers squeezed his dick, still trapped in his boxers. “Wh-what are you doing?” he yelled, scrunching in his seat and grabbing the arms of his chair in a death grip.
“Relaxing you, darling,” she replied nonchalantly, pulling down the edge of his boxers as more and more of his erect dick was revealed. “If you want me to get back to work, I need to cool you off.”
His dick popped out of the hem of his boxers, seven inches of hard muscle, a vein clearly seen throbbing on it. Her fingers went back to work, her thumb traveling down the length of the underside of his dick as her fingers enclosed around the outside of his shaft.
“Oh god...” he groaned, his knees buckling slightly. “P-please...”
“You want me to stop?” she asked, her other hand joining in on the fun now. She grabbed his ballsack and played with it like Play Doh. Squishing and pulling, along with fondling his balls like a pair of marbles.
“No!” he shouted, his tongue sliding out of his mouth as he panted happily from her expert hands. “No way. Th-this is fantastic!”
“Glad you’re enjoying it,” she purred, bending closer and sticking out her tongue out. She ran the tip of it over the edge of the head of his dick, wiggling it around in a seductive manner. She gave one more long, wet lick on the tip of his head, giggling slightly when done. “You like that?”
“Y-yes!” he said, his sweat dripping down in even greater amounts from his forehead.
“Well, I guess the customer is always right,” she chuckled, undoing the belt on her robe. The thin clothing slid down her attractively curved figure in an instant, showing off her beautiful, model body.
Her black bra had a heart over each cup, along with a heart on the front of her matching black panties. A rose plant could be seen traveling up the front of her toned stomach, roses budding here and there as the stem went right to her right breast, only to be hidden by her bra. “How about this, big boy?” she asked, glading her hands over her stomach all the way to her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze.
“Beautiful,” Danny said, his mind flooded with sex hormones no man could resist.
Rarity’s hands moved from her boobs to under her arms and behind her back. “Really now, you’re such a gentleman, Danny.” She unlocked the back of her bra, slipping it off, leaving her breasts bare. Her nipples were hard from her own horniness, her breasts large and perfectly rounded, with a natural perkiness that just begged to be squeezed. The red rose from before ended as it circled around her right nipple, the rose blossoming on the skin of her breast. “Too bad I’m such a bad girl.”
Danny was speechless, not that he had much to say other than how much he wanted to grab her tits, and making himself seem like a perverted fuck. Rarity was just eating this up, his dick and his embarrassment. Sliding her tongue on the underside of his dick, she reached halfway down his shaft and stayed there while grasping his dick with her tongue like an anaconda with its prey. His constant shyness and embarrassment turned her on more than she anticipated, her actions up from the point she started this completely eccentric and unprepared as she gave herself up to the flow of passion.
Adjusting some of her hair out of her face so Danny could get a better look of the process, she began bobbing her head up and down, his dick traveling down her throat as she got closer and closer to the base of his shaft while she quickened her pace. All the while during her blowjob she wrestled his dick with her tongue, sliding left, right, up and down in a random manner, while her hands pulled apart his balls and squeezed them together.
“Oh my fucking god,” Danny groaned in delight, drool dripping from the side of his mouth as she went quicker and quicker. “Don’t stop. This is fucking awesome.”
Rarity grabbed at her naked breasts and moved her head back so her mouth was still covering the head of his dick. She moved her boobs so Danny’s penis rested right in between them, and squeezed hard. Using her hands she slid her breasts up and down his saliva covered dick, her mouth still stuck on the tip of his dick and her tongue wiggling all around his head.
Danny was lost in a sea of ecstasy, all his muscles tense, especially in one area. “R-rarity, this is just fantastic. Fucking damn, I should’ve gotten a tattoo years ago.”
Rarity had to keep herself from laughing, her large breasts still squeezing Danny’s dick in her cleavage as she sucked off his tip. Her tongue pressed itself firmly on his tip, moving delicately in a small circle on where she was patiently waiting for his glorious cum-shot.
And Danny was about to deliver too. A few minutes of Rarity tit-fucking him and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, too close to the edge to back off now. His hips bucked as his back arched, Rarity’s eager waiting paid off as he came.
Hot, sticky, white fluid flooded into her mouth, and right down her throat. And like a proper lady, Rarity took it all in, sucking all his semen down her throat as she continued to tit-fuck him so she could squeeze out every bit of his cum. Finally she stopped, letting go of her breasts and releasing her hold over his dick. A trail of saliva mixed with cum still connected them together, but Rarity slurped at the remainder and licked her lips.
“My, my, Danny, that was quite the show, wouldn’t you say?” she asked seductively, fluttering her long lashes at him. Danny just slid deeper into his seat and panted after his orgasm, feeling spent down there.
“Yeah... that was incredible, Rarity. That was the best blowjob I ever had,” he said, still feeling the pleasurable heat of her mouth even now.
“Such a gentleman as always. And quite the compliment too,” she chuckled, wiping away some saliva from her chin. She stood up, the space in between her breasts wet from her own saliva and his pre-cum. Pulling on the waistband of her panties and letting it go to smack the side of her ass, she gave him a sluttery look. “Ready for round two, big boy?”
“Say what now?” Danny asked, already exhausted from from round one.
“Like I said, I can’t work on you until you cool off. And you’re still quite hot,” she pointed out, pointing to his still fully erect dick, bobbing up and down as the large vein throbbed.
“C-can we take a break?” he pleaded, still gulping in air from his large use of energy from before.
“Sorry dear, but momma wants some fun.” Rarity rubbed her belly button, tracing down the lines of two blue diamond tattoos she had near her groin area. “Want to see all three of my diamonds?” she asked, moving one of her fingers to fondle her left niple. She pulled it and gasped in delight, and twisting the tip just made her moan.
Well, that was certainly an offer Danny couldn’t refuse. “S-sure thing.”
Rarity grabbed his hand and laid his finger on the topmost left diamond tattoo, tracing his finger along the tattoo’s lines right beneath her belly button. “This is the first one,” she cooed, still tugging at her nipple and moaning every time she pulled hard. “This is the second one.” She moved his hand down to the second diamond tattoo, half of this one hidden by her panties. “And this is the third one,” she whispered gently, sliding his hand down her panties.
His fingertips met something warm and wet, but in an enjoyable way. Danny heard her moan audibly, forcing his hand to rub her clit. He could already tell her panties were soaking wet. “So, you like my diamonds?” she asked with a noticeable red blush on her cheeks.
Danny smiled pervertedly and nodded his head, moving his hand freely as he used his index, middle, and ring finger to rub her wet pussy, sticking his middle finger in slightly and wiggling it around. “I love them,” he said, taking this opportunity to lean closer and bite her right nipple, his tongue licking at her rose tattoo.
“Oh you savage beast,” Rarity sighed dramatically, reaching out to give his dick a handjob to pay him back for the excellent fingering and to make sure he didn’t go limp anytime soon. More fluids leaked from her pussy onto his hand and it dug deeper into the walls of her vagina, his fingertips sensitive and gentle.
She tapped the tip of his dick with a dainty finger as she slid out of her panties, one long and slender leg at a time pulling out of the black lingerie. Danny’s hand was covered in her fluids and he didn’t let up, spreading her vaginal lips apart with his thumb and pinkie while using his other three to tickle her insides. Rarity shivered in pleasure and gave her wide hips a little shake.
“Oh, so now we’re eager?” she asked Danny, who was sucking on her tit like a young with its mother. Danny let go, his saliva covering her nipple as he leaned back in his chair.
“Um, well, yeah,” he said, looking down at Rarity’s shaven vagina, which was glistening with the pink delicacy of female arousal. “Really eager...”
“Then we better get started, huh? I’d hate to disappoint.” Rarity moved his rock-hard cock right above her dripping vagina, his tip teasing her lips as they brushed against them. Flashing him a whiter than white smile.
Danny took her by surprise by thrusting his hips upward, her atop him as he was still sitting in his chair. His dick easily slid past her grip and into the tightness of her vaginal walls, a load moan of gratification being heard leaving Rarity’s lips. Her smile turned as perverted as his own as she bit the bottom of her purple lip in a seductive manner. “Why Danny, you’re so different when you aren’t so shy. I like this spontaneousness from you.”
“Then you’ll just love this,” he said, his gusto fueled by sex hormones now as he grabbed either side of her bubble butt and squeezed hard, lifting her up. Before she could get too comfortable there, he slammed her down, right to the base of his dick as his balls slapped her ass from the impact.
Rarity gave a short scream of delight, relishing every second of Danny’s large, throbbing dick, deep in the folds of her pussy. Her vagina tightened around his cock and squeezed for him to never go away. He half-listened, lifting her up again and pushing her down on his shaft, much in the same way as before.
Rarity leaned her body against his chest, resting her head on the crux of his shoulder and neck as she yelled out short bursts of passion driven moans each time his dick entered deeper inside her. She too was lost on a sea of ecstasy much like Danny was from that blowjob she gave him, though now she was sharing the ride as Danny was the driver and was thoroughly enjoying the deep rutting he was giving to Rarity’s tight pussy.
“Oh Danny, go faster!” Rarity begged, biting down on the hem of his jacket to hold back her pleasure driven squeals. Danny was quick to listen, moving his hands to the crack of her buttcheeks and parting them wide, pulling her in faster and deeper now that he had a better grip on her ass. And what a glorious ass it was. Not too pudgy to be fat, but still wide with hips to die for and a butt that was just begging to be squeezed and fondled with.
“Like this, Rarity?” he asked, quickening his pace by thrusting his hips upward from his spot on the seat just to immerse more of his dick inside her irresistibly tight pussy.
“Oh god yes! Just like that!” she yelled, hugging his his body and squeezing her boobs against in chest as he moved the entire lower part of her body with his strong hands. Rarity kissed him passionately, their love making turning her on more and more as she begged for release.
Their tongues intertwined, wrestling for control over the other’s mouth, exploring every nook and cranny there was to discover. They continued this process for several minutes, making out and trying to dominate the other’s mouth while their sex organs were hard at work pleasuring the two to no end.
Suddenly Rarity broke off, moaning loudly as Danny quickened his pace twofold as he neared the edge of his orgasm. Their waists were moist from their collective fluids, the tightness of Rarity’s snatch a blissful experience of untold of joy. “Danny, cum in me! Fill me up now!” she begged, screaming slightly in a mix of pain and joy as Danny’s cock thrust much deeper than before into her soaked maidenhood. Her back arched as she pushed her hips as far they could go to Danny, wanting more of his shaft to fill her up.
“Oh god... I’m gonna–” Danny would’ve finished his sentence, but his actions finished it for him as he ejaculated inside her. The hot liquid entered deep inside her moist pussy, just as she came and squirted out her sex fueled fluids all over his dick and groin. Both companions screamed as their orgasms overcame their senses, Danny’s being deeper and more animal like while Rarity just shrieked in pleasure-packed pain. Dripping from between his penis still trapped in her snatch was semen and a sticky clear substance that could only have belonged to Rarity.
Danny panted profusely, too tired for words as sweat dripped from his forehead onto Rarity’s shoulder as she rested her head on his shoulder. His grip relaxed slightly on her splendid ass, his dick still releasing a small stream of his semen inside her as the effects of his orgasm died down.
“... Cum,” he muttered, chuckling slightly, even in a situation like this. Rarity smiled and leaned close to his cheek, giving it a short peck as she gave a cat-like purr of delight.
“That was wonderful, darling. You certainly know your stuff,” she said, tracing a circle over his sweat soaked t-shirt.
Danny laughed, not on the least wanting to remove his dick from Rarity’s pussy just yet. “So, do you treat all your customers like this? A happy ending sort of thing?”
“Only the cute ones,” she joked. Truthfully, this was the first time she’d ever had sex with a customer, much less at work. There was something about Danny that just hit the right buttons and turned her on like no other guy. “And the ones who can still be hard even after all of that.”
“Wh-what?’ he asked. Rarity moved upward and slid his dick out of her pussy, their collective fluids leaking out a bit as his penis was finally free and covered in sex juices. And most notably was the fact it was still rock-hard and raring up for more action.
“You must be really horny then, Danny,” Rarity teased, resting a hand on her hip and giving his dick a questioning look. “Guess I have to fix that.”
“Really Rarity, I think I’ve had enough–” he began, but stopped when Rarity turned her back on him. Now he finally got a good look at her back tattoo and ass, and was truly a work of art. A purple and green dragon, similar to the ones in ancient Japanese folklore and beautifully tattooed on her back. It extended downward, its tail covering the top part of her ass as its tail snaked down to her thigh.
“This is a Irezumi, otherwise known as insert ink in the Japanese language. Unlike a traditional tattoo, this is more closer to Japanese traditional style. It was expensive, hard to get, and quite painful. But do you like it?” she asked, rubbing the dragon on her back like it was a pet.
“Y-yes. It’s, um, really beautiful and cool,” he said the best he could, rubbing the tattoo design like she did. Rarity grabbed his hand and moved it downward to her bum, forcing him to squeeze her buttcheek.
“Let’s see. You’ve fucked my mouth, and my pussy. That’s two holes down. Try and guess the third one?” she asked, still forcing his hand downward to the crack in between her asscheeks.
“Rarity, I don’t know I’m up for another round,” Danny pleaded, gulping a dry throat as his hand couldn’t help but enjoy every sensation and touch of her soft skin.
“Oh, I’m sure you are, Danny,” she giggled, bending down and using both hands to open her buttcheeks wide. “Now say hello to my pride and joy.”
Her pride and joy was a viper’s wide open jaw, completely covering the outside edge of her asshole. The snake’s tongue actually came out of her hole, and Danny could practically hear it hissing now as it stared at him with predatory-like eyes for just a tattoo.
“What the hell is that thing?” Danny asked, pointing to the cobra’s open jaw with her asshole for its mouth.
Rarity gave out a girlish giggle. “I got it for a joke, darling, so don’t worry. I just like it how so many men are afraid to fuck me there, because of the snake head. But I’m sure you’re braver than that, right?”
Danny nodded, standing up from his seat on shaky legs. So shaky in fact, he nearly fell over, grabbing onto her ass to steady himself, and inadvertently slapping the outside of her asshole with his dick. Rarity cried out and looked over her shoulder at him with a dirty look. “And you perverted man. You want it bad, don’t you?”
Well, his dick was certainly speaking its mind as it rose to attention and rested it tips right on the cobra’s mouth and sharp fangs. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re all lubed up, huh?” Rarity laughed, noticing the semen and her own fluids still covering his dick and acting as excellent lube in the meantime. “Now, fuck me good.”
“Yes ma’am!” Danny answered, pushing in the tip slightly into her anus. Rarity screamed in pain, and Danny nearly stopped at it there, but he kept going on and on, into the pleasurable depths of her asshole. Rarity felt only unbearable pain, which was soon driven out of her mind from the skyrocketing pleasure she was feeling as Danny stuck more and more of his length into the extremely tight space of her asshole.
And what a tightness it was. It was like it was trying to pop his dick like a cork, tightening around it and wringing his dick in a hot deathgrip. Finally, after several moments he reached the base of his dick, panting hard, but with Rarity panting harder.
Not wanting to waste a second longer, he pulled back halfway and thrust inward, his movements much slower because of the much tighter space he was fucking into. With one hand her fingered her clitoris, using this pleasure to put her better at ease as he began fucking her asshole.
“Ooh... you really know your stuff,” Rarity noted, reaching behind herself and grabbing onto his hips to pull herself in faster each time he thrust, her boobs swinging in the air and bouncing off her chest. His hand stuck itself deeper into her vagina, actually feeling his dick pass by in her anus with only a thin wall of flesh separating the two.
“Just know how to make a lady feel good is all,” he grunted, pounding her asshole good now that he finally got his pace started and much faster, fingering her with all four of his digits of his right hand as he held on hard to her ass with her left. Even though the eyes of the cobra freaked him out while he was basically sticking his dick inside its mouth, this didn’t trouble him as much as he thought it would. Rarity grabbed hard at his hips to pull him in closer with each thrust, looking over her shoulder at her lover.
“And feel good I do. Real good,” she moaned loudly, drool hanging from her lips in a very unladylike manner. Suddenly, her hair came undone, her pins loosening from one too many thrusts. Her violent locks fell in a cascade onto her shoulders, like a river of purple. Her face was now partially covered in hair, but neither of them cared. They were too lost in the moment, and the hair only added to the experience because of the downright sexiness of it all that Danny found extremely attractive.
Much like lovemaking, it was a gradual and partner based process. They would quicken, they would slow down to enjoy the moment more, and through it all they synched together with each thrust, with each finger fondling her clit, with each moan, groan, and scream of passion. It was a beautiful dance: hot, sweaty, and full of lust.
Unfortunately, like all lovemaking, it had to come to an end, literally. Danny’s endurance was pushed to an all new limit, and Rarity being pleasured on both sides added up to her faring no better than Danny.
“Shit, Rarity, I’m going to cum again!” Danny yelled, thrusting in her deeper and faster as he neared his send off point.
“Me too! Me too! Let’s do it together again!” she pleaded, shrieking a high pitched tone as she came from her clit. Anally, Danny felt the rhythmic contractions of her climax even better than vaginally, her anal walls squeezing him so tight he was trapped in place and couldn’t move even if he wanted to. He orgasmed and climaxed in her ass, for the third time that night his semen filling her up with hot, sticky liquid.
Danny’s hand was soon covered in her cum, as she continued to squirt in satisfaction. Danny held onto her and pulled her back as he fell in his chair, her sliding her asshole off his dick as she sat in his lap. The two just sat there, panting and sweating and feeling oh so good at the moment.
After several moments Rarity looked over at Danny and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, brushing a hand over his cheek. “That was wonderful, Danny. Thank you for that.”
“I should be saying the same thing to you,” Danny replied, arching an arm around her stomach as he held her in close.
“So... you never did tell me what bet you lost that made you get a tattoo in the first place,” Rarity reminded him, her long locks of curly, purple hair resting on his shoulder.
“I, um, was told to hit on this girl... but I couldn’t do it. That and I threw up a bunch when I over drank,” Danny admitted, blushing slightly. “I was too nervous and afraid of looking like an idiot.”
“So, you’d rather get a tattoo than talk to a girl, huh?” Rarity teased, kissing his cheek with soft lips as she moved her lips near his ear. “I hope that this night turned out better than you hoped.”
“Oh yes. Much, much better than I could’ve ever dreamed,” he admitted happily.
Hearing all she needed to, Rarity got up from his lap, bent down to get her robe and give Danny a good look at her ass, and quickly put it back on and tied it back up. Going over to her cabinet, she took out another pair of gloves and put them on quickly, returning as if nothing had happened. “And now we finish that tattoo of yours.”
“What? Seriously?”
“Well, you’re no longer excited,” she pointed out, his dick limp from one too many fuckings in a such a short time frame. “Got to get to work before you get horny again. And judging from your past performance and high endurance rate, that could be anytime now. Especially since you now know what I look like naked.”
Danny couldn’t argue with that cold-hard logic. So he got situated in his seat, too exhausted to do much else as Rarity continued with the tattoo once she turned her electric needle back on.
This time it hurt way less, and in no time flat Rarity was adding the finishing touches to the tattoo. Now Danny was proudly proclaiming ‘If you can read this, you are doing it right.’ right above his dick. His mother would certainly be proud.
Getting up from his seat and pulling up his boxers while zipping up his pants, he took a couple of steps forward and only winced slightly when he moved. “Hey, it doesn’t even hurt that bad.”
“See, what did I say? Nothing to worry about,” Rarity said, putting away her equipment and pulling off her gloves.
Danny digged into his pocket and withdrew his wallet, opening it up and pulling out some bills. “So, how much do I owe you?”
“Not a dime, darling,” Rarity responded, finished with clearing away her area and making everything nice and neat.
“Seriously? But that was an excellent tattoo you gave me. I have to pay somehow.”
“Oh, you’ve already paid enough. Besides, I’m feeling quite generous tonight,” she giggled, winking at the man as she made her way to the front desk, swinging her hips left and right to grab Danny’s attention.
“Oh, and Danny!” she called out, looking over her shoulder and fluttering her lashes at him. “Next time you stop by, I want to try and see if I am ‘doing it right.’ Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he told her, a wide grin on his eager face. Yep, he was definitely going to get another tattoo sometime soon.
