Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Tits for Tats Ch.  03


Summary: For an old tattooer life can be Hell.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Tat or Tail

   My father?  Why the fuck do you want to know about him?  The fucker was
a drunk.

   I sit tapping my finger next to the mouse.  The decision jumping from
between yes and no in my brain.

   "That's the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life." I hear Mary say
in a whisper behind me.  She bends down and leans across the back of my
chair.

   I have to nod in agreement.

   I mean how often do you get to see a sister give her brother a hand job.
When you know the both of them.

   Running my finger up onto the mouse I stop.  The arrow sits poised.

   "I think he may have done a better job on hers than you did on mine."

   Smirking a little I look back over my shoulder at her.

   "I don't remember you ever giving me a handjob while I was tattooing
you." My eyes go to where I know the dragon I did rests just under her
shirt.  I look up into her dark eyes.

   "Yea he did a better job, I taught him well."

   "Ink you have absolutely no humility." She tells me looking away from me
and back up at the screen.  I follow her gaze back to the screen.  I watch
Kevin clean his sister up.  I see her wincing now that it's finished.

   Moving my hand like a snake to the mouse, I click the button before I
can give myself time to think.

   The security feed erases.

   "Hey!  What did you do that for?" she asks.

   Turning my chair from the computer screen I look towards her.  I look up
at Mary, her beautiful body backlit by the front windows.  Fuck I'm horny.

   "That recording in the hands of the police...ten years more time for
Kevin.  He just violated his parole.  On camera." I glance up at motion by
the door.  "Shit there he is don't say anything okay?"

   "Sure Ink."

   I watch Mary go back to her desk.  She says hi to my old cellmate like
nothings, nothing.

   I have to look hard to see the scrawny boy I was locked up with.  Some
of the other cons would have seen him as a god send.  Young fresh meat to
be used whenever the need arose.  Hell several asked to buy him from me
those first weeks.

   "Hey Ink."

   "Morning Kev.  How did the tattoo for your sister go?"

   I watch him go to one of the cabinets where we keep supplies.

   "Oh...it went well.  She's more than a little sore and starting to itch.
I'm going to get her some of the goo.  I'll be right back in."

   "Sure.  Hey did you get a picture?" I ask knowing he didn't

   I smile, without it touching my lips, when I see his hesitation.

   "It really needs to heal.  I want to get one when I've done the finish
work.  Right now it's just a mess of red skin and colored scabs." He tells
me rolling the jar in his hands nervously.

   "Sure, just don't forget to get one once you're done."

   Turning back to the computer I pull out his client list and mine and
start looking over the names.  His skills improved since I was in the House
with him.  I've watched his work since I hired him but I now know he can do
better.  I start sending posts out to some of my more select clients.

   I hesitate over one.  As beautiful as his sister is this woman is a
goddess on high heels.  I smirk.  No I'll keep her.  Who knows I may give
his sex tattooing a try.

   When he comes back in he opens the door for his first client of the day.
He's just getting started when I hear Mary sing out with

   "Welcome to Hell.  Oh, hey Yank."

   Cussing the growing arthritis in my hands, I set up my station.  I look
up when big Yank comes walking over, the buck toothed bastard.  He still
looks like he could gnaw his way through a rhino's ass.  Sixteen hours of
total work and his back piece is still half done.  I look at his massive
hairy back as he shrugs off his colors and sits down.  I get out my razor.
Fuck with him I almost need a weed whacker!

   All my beautiful work hidden under a pelt!

   "Oh well pays the bills." I mutter under my breath as I pop the clutch
and throttle up the foot pedal on my 'machine' to quote Kevin.

   "This is my rifle, this is my gun.  Never though of that." I chuckle to
myself as I start to tattoo.

   The hours tattooing may fly by for some, but for me they are a slow
grind of torture.  My back starts to hurt after the first half-hour of so,
then it becomes a constant ache.  Then the carpal tunnel starts to numb my
fingers.  Kind of hard to do good work when you can't feel two of your
fingers and your thumb.  I'm use to it though.

   What I'm not use too are my glasses.  They sit perched on my nose, the
frames distracting me.  I have to use my forearm to push them up not
wanting to contaminate them with my gloved hands.

   All those years tatting in the House with no gloves and I never caught a
damn thing.  I'll be fucked if I will let myself get something now.

   I listen to Kevin talking with his client.  I've never been good at
that. Not even in the House.  Oh I could talk, the talk.  Make the Brothers
shut up, the Chicano habla, and the Skins not give me hell.  I could even
make the 'Man' look away when they searched my cell.  I would let them find
nothing and be happy they found it.

   But Kevin?  He could talk to a monster and have him laughing.  I saw him
sit for hours with stone cold killers.  Guys who would just as soon slit
your throat as look at you.  Kevin.  They loved.  That kind of respect in
the house you can't make you got to earn.

   Killed your old man with a baseball bat at sixteen to protect your
sister.  That's one damn good way.

   I remember his first day on the yard.  I was trying to show him where to
step.  I turned around and what the hell do I see?  He's at one of the
weight benches.  Spotting for this muscled gorilla named 'Snap' That sick
mother fucker got the nickname from his love of the sound a persons neck
makes...  when you break it!

   Snap?  Was laughing and joking with Kevin like they were old friends.  I
watched shaking my head when the other muscle heads started to show him how
to do lifts the right way.

   First day in the yard most new meats is just that 'meat'.  Not Kevin.

   Sitting massaging my hand, I'm watching him work.  He handles his tools
with a professional grace I never taught.

   I suppose every teacher must feel this.  That feeling of pride when a
student can surpass the teacher.  That feeling of envy and jealousy can't
be unknown either.

   I still know a hell of a lot more of course.

   I made a lot of mistakes when I was his age, things I can teach him to
avoid.

   I chuckle thinking about the loaded thirty-eight in the drawer of my
station.

   "Maybe I need to get him to teach me a few things as well." I say under
my breath.

   Looking over I see Mary watching me with concern.  Can't say I blame her
much.  Her livelihoods in the hands of an old tattooer with his back going
out, his hands going numb.  I give her a wink.

   "Kevin when you get that done were going out.  Mary get your glad rags
on.  Were going to go party!"

   "Whoo oho.  Where we going?' she asks as she starts to shut down her
computer and clean up her desk.

   I look over to Kevin and grin.

   "Strip club."

   I see Kevin look up at me with his eyes going wide.  I chuckle.

   You see I know.



   My old truck rumbles to a stop in the parking lot.  Mary pulls her
'mustything' up next to me and I look over at her as I open the door.  I
grin seeing her flash a tit at me.

   "Come on Kev."

   They card him at the door.  Mary too.  Me they just pass through.  The
fuckers!

   As we walk in the music is what I would expect for this kind of place.
Loud rhythmic and distracting.  Well looking at the stage maybe she needs
it.  The girl looks more like she's having some kind of spasm than dancing.
I see Sara behind the bar.  Knowing what's under her shirt like I do now I
grin.  Damn that girl is hot.

   "Curtains don't match the drapes huh?" I chuckle to myself as I walk
over towards the bar.  Feeling generous I pull a fifty from my wallet and
hold it over her tip jar.

   When I rustle it through her tips she looks up like a bee stung her. 
Good girl already got that reflex in place.  I grin at her as I drop the
bill.

   "Captain Morgan's' if you please.  For two."

   I watch her pouring the tray of shots and two mixed drinks with a skill
I know from her brother.  Wonder if it runs in the family?  I take my
drinks and point Mary towards at table by the stage.

   I glance over at Kevin talking to his sister a few times.  I exchange a
few glances with Mary that say volumes.  Drinking the fiery sweet rum I
feel the ache slowly disappear from my hands.

   The next two girls are a lot better dancers.  Before they are done I'm
glad I grabbed the petty cash from the shop.  The feeling of their skin
when I slide singles into g-strings soon has me hardening.  I look over at
Mary.  She grins at me.  I know, from long conversations with her under the
covers after sex, that she is getting wet as hell from these girls.

   I may not be the best tattooer in my shop anymore, but I'm going to get
me some pussy tonight.

   I glance over to Kevin as I see him move away from his sister towards
the stage.  From the look in Sara's eyes Kevin may as well.

   The girl that takes the stage is hot as hell.  Long sexy legs to thick
thighs, tight ass to large breast.  I can see the piercing pushing up
through her top.

   The idea of getting that going in the shop again comes to the surface. I
know a few people I can call.  Hell I know a couple that would teach me how
to do it.  My hands might thank me soon.  The vibration of my 'gun' is
getting to me.

   It's my damn shop I'll call it what ever I want!

   I watch with a grin as I see my apprentice slide a bill up the inside of
the girl's thigh.  I know from where he put his fingers he just had to
touch her pussy.

   When she opens her top and those huge tits come out I can't help the
whoop that leaves my mouth.

   I grin hearing Mary whistle next to me.

   Then Kevin takes off his shirt!

   All my hours of work on display.  Some of my very best, given that it
was done in House with crap for ink and tools.  Under these lights he look
like a male god of sex.

   Chuckling I get to my feet and go towards him.

   I start trying to stuff a hand full of bills into his pants.

   "Come on shake it for me little boy!  Show me that ass."

   I hear Mary and the stripper laughing as I chase Kevin around a table
for a second.

   Then I glance back and see Mary in a deep tongue kiss with this
stripper. I see her hand go up the inside of the girl's leg.  From the
looks of things Mary is stuffing the bill inside the girl.

   Fuck the play this is hot!

   I grab a chair and drag Kevin down into the one next to me.

   I laugh and laugh, as I haven't in years.  Soon the pain in my back is a
forgotten thing.  My hands got better things to do than hurt.

   I go with Mary into one of the side rooms and watch sipping my drink as
the stripper "Madison" gives first Mary, then myself a lap dance.  Mary
comes over to me while I have this gorgeous naked woman grinding her ass on
my hard as hell cock and whispers into my ear.

   "Me you can touch."

   "I'm in old man heaven." I say softly.

   The girl spins on my lap and sinks to her knees in front of me.  Her
hands run across my crotch.

   "This doesn't feel old." The stripper says to me as she rubs me.

   I grin down at her.

   "Oh no the dick is new.  It's like a Dodge truck.  Works great so long
as you get it rebuilt once a year."

   She chuckles then I feel Mary run her hand down my stomach and under my
waistband.  Her fingers curl around my cock like hot pieces of velvet.

   The girl looks back towards the curtain.  I can see the bouncer through
the fabric.  She moves a little to block the view.

   "Yall two going to get me in trouble." She says with a grin.

   "Dance for us." Says Mary slipping down into my lap.  She lifts the back
of her short skirt and I feel her bare ass cheeks on my stomach.  I slide a
hand down under her and zip down my fly.

   As Madison starts to dance before us I slip in between Mary's ass cheeks
and slide into the hottest wettest pussy I have ever found in this life. 
Hell she's even wetter than normal.

   When Mary starts to grind herself on me the bouncer comes to by the
curtain.  Madison moves forward till she's rubbing her breast up against
Mary's tits.

   Mary undoes a few buttons and pulls her thin bra down enough till her
nipples are brushing the strippers.

   The girl stops.

   "Your tattoo?  It's like Sara's."

   "I did the original." I tell her holding on to Mary's bare thigh as I
feel myself trobbing inside Mary.  "Kevin copied my design."

   I'm talking through pants as I feel Mary wiggling her hips, clenching
tighter and tighter around me all the time.

   The stripper looks at me for a second, then leans down to Mary.

   "Make him cum" I hear her whisper.

   She blocks the view as Mary really starts to grind herself on me.  It
feels so good I have to bite my lips to keep the moans in.

   I clutch at Mary's shoulder and hip as I start to clench.  The cum shoot
out of me and as deep into her as I can push myself.

   The sight of the stripper kissing Mary is hot.  Then she is looking past
her to me with a look of...not sure what.  Then I sink back into the chair,
panting.  Mary moves off me, then holds herself in place till I get my cock
back in my pants.

   Mary fishes my money clip from my pocket and pays the girl.  Madison
kisses Mary once then leans next to her and whispers something I can't
hear. I see Mary nod.  The girl gives a shiver and gathering up her clothes
leaves.

   "What?' I ask grinning.

   Mary gives a grin and a shrug.

   "She wants a night with me alone."

   I grin.





   Over the next few day's things settle back into the normal routine.  The
work is steady; the pain is as well.  I'm use to it by now but it doesn't
hurt any less for all of that.

   Under the demands of harder to please clients Kevin excels.  His work is
superb.  The line work he was always good at becomes perfect.  There is no
other word for it.

   By the end of the second week he is doing work that would win him
contests in any place.

   I start to look ahead.  There is a big bike rally up at Sturgis every
year.  I know a few people who run shops there.  I could make a few calls
and book both Kevin and myself for the whole time, working out of someone
else's shop.  Hell even paying them for the space we could make a fortune.
My clients know me well enough that they wouldn't mind a weeks delay.

   I give Kevin the okay to use the shop again on Monday.  I'm a little
pissed at him when he asks again, but then I guess he still doesn't believe
me when I say he can use it like it's his shop.  Self-confidence has always
been one of his big problems.

   Closing up for the weekend I grab my thirty -eight out the drawer.  It
would be smart of me to leave it in the truck, but sometimes I'm not smart.

   As I leave and walk to my truck following Mary's ass like a dog I stop
noticing the van parked down the street.  It was there last night as well.
I start to feel an itch between my shoulders.

   It's an old feeling.  I felt it last in the House when I knew the guards
were watching.  Waiting for me to make a slip up and leave ink stains where
they couldn't deny having seen them.

   I shrug it away with a shiver.

   I follow Mary to her place.

   I feel like such an idiot hiding in her closet.

   Watching her and the stripper go at it for hours though...  is worth it.
What she does to me after the girl leaves?

   Well that's none of your damn business you perve!

   Seriously wanting to know about an old tattooed man getting laid.  Ya
sick fuckers.

   The steaks are sizzling on the grill and the beer is ice cold when the
phone rings.

   "Hey Ink.  Man what the hells going on?" ask my friend Mitchel.  It's
not a friendly greeting; he's sounds concerned.

   "Why what's up?" I ask sitting down my beer.  I see Mary look up from
the TV and over to me.

   "Dude there are like fifty fucking cop cars around your shop!" he sounds
like the wind is blowing past his phone.  "Damn man I see county, city,
state, hell there's even a F.B fucking fed walking around in blue and
yellow."

   "Oh shit." I flip off the burner on the grill and head towards the door.
I drop the phone in the chair by the door on my way out.  I can hear Mary
yelling after me as I run down the steps and rush to my truck.

   She opens the passenger door and dives in just as I'm pulling out the
driveway.

   "What the hells going on Ink?"

   I spin the tired when I hit the street and turn towards the shop.

   "I think Kevin's getting arrested."

   "What the hell for?" she asks putting on her seat belt.

   "Damned if I know." I say softly.  Though I'm afraid I do.

   It's a short distance to my shop.  My friend was right.  There is every
flavor of police there.  It's like the Baskin fucking Robbins of cops!

   It's the News van that catches my attention though.

   I'm waved off as I try to pull into the shop parking lot.  I turn us
into the convenience store next door.  I'm barely out the door of my truck
when I see the guy with the blue jacket and the big yellow letters start
walking towards me.

   He's showing me his badge like the blue jacket wasn't enough.

   "Chris Tyler?"

   I nod.  My name sounds strange to me.  I've have gone by Ink for so long
it's almost never spoken.

   "If you will come with me I need you to answer some questions." I nod
and toss Mary the keys to my truck.

   When he takes me to my shop and not to a car I'm a bit shocked at first.
As I walk in through the door I see the mess they have made.  I feel a
sudden flush of anger, but I keep it down.

   Walk the walk, talk the talk, keep your teeth together.  House rules.

   "Mr.  Tyler, were you aware that one of your employees was guilty of
violation of his parole?" he asks me as he stops by Kevin's station.  I can
see the signs of a tattoo interrupted.  A smear of drying fluids down the
side of the table shows me something else was interrupted as well.

   "Which one?" I ask looking him square in the eyes.

   "Kevin Johnson.  The only person in your employ on parole.  The man you
shared a cell with."

   "No I wasn't aware Kev had violated his parole." I tell him looking
around at the guys searching through my shop.  "If you want to keep doing
that I want to be seeing the warrant."

   "You're very sure of that answer?" he asks me as he hands me the piece
of paper.  "If we find out you were aware I will book you for obstruction."

   "Kevin's my employee and my friend, but I'm not his keeper.  What he
does on his own time is not my business...or really any of yours." I tell
him looking at his eyes.

   "Wrong Mr.  Taylor.  When the FBI get a tip a convicted murder has
violated the parole, he never should have given, we make it our business to
get him back into the cell he belongs in."

   I look over as one of the guys unhooks my computer and wraps it in
plastic.  I watch it go out with dread.

   "So Mr.  Tyler.  Do you want to think about that question again?"

   I turn to look at him.

   "Where is Sara?" I swallow past the little lump of fear that come rising
at the back of my throat, at the thought of going back to the House even
for a brief stay.

   "Her and Mr.  Johnson have both been taken to be booked."

   "On what charges?" I ask though I already know the answer.

   "They're both looking at a class 'C' felony."

   I nod.

   I know that one well.  Class 'C' minimum of two years...  maximum of
twenty.

   Kevin will get his old time back plus the new.

   Sara...maybe two years.

   "For incest." He says with a sick sneer.

   I look at the officer.

   "I don't know anything about it."



   to be continued....


   pics---->> http://bit.ly/1D1q3qp