Chapter Three
Bryn
Five Years Ago
Benny came back and set up the screen, then turned his chair so my back would be to the majority of the shop.
It felt private. Kind of hot.
I liked the shop, though. The guys were all friendly, and were all hot.
Really hot.
I definitely needed this.
Once the screen was set up, I pulled my t-shirt off and laid it with my purse.
I could feel Benny watching me.
I liked how it felt.
Out of all of the guys, he was the hottest, by far. Those blue eyes were stunning, almost enough to take my breath away.
I didn’t get weak in the knees over men often, but this guy was different.
I turned to face him as I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra.
He was definitely watching.
I slid my bra straps down my shoulders and laid my bra on top of my shirt.
Benny cleared his throat.
His cheeks were red.
“You, uh. Won’t want to put that back on after. You’ll be pretty sore.”
“Okay. I’ll put it in my purse later.”
“Okay.”
I sat back down in the chair, shifting to my side.
Benny sat down on a rolling stool. He placed the tattoo, then held up a mirror for me to look.
I liked what I saw. I looked hot like this, tits out, his hands on me.
And the tattoo was exactly where I wanted it.
“Perfect,” I said.
“Cool.” He wet the template, the temporary ink transferring to my skin. “Any questions before we get started?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m good.”
“Huh, really?”
“Yeah. Why?”