Huge Deal – Beyond Huge Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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“Off?” I nod, trying not to smile as she flushes a pretty shade of candy floss. “You want me to sit here with no panties on?” She eyes the door, obviously concerned that Ryan or one of the other tattooists could walk in at any second.

“I’ll give you something to cover up with,” I say. “Although, I think I’d prefer it if I didn’t have to.”

“Very funny,” she scoffs, but her amusement peeks through. “Now, if we were at home, maybe. But here, you’re crazy!”

I grab a strip of blue tissue and hand it to her. The way she shimmies out of her cute underwear gives me an immediate boner; one I don’t fight against. She balls up the fragment of cotton and stuffs it behind herself, covering up so quickly I only get a second of the best view in the world. Her eyes drift to my crotch and when she notices the effect she’s had on me, her eyebrows shoot up.

“Woh, Blake. Down, boy.”

“What?” Holding my hands up, I take a step closer and lean in to whisper. “You think there’s a world where you can take your panties off and show me a glimpse of your sweet little pussy and I’m not going to get hard? If there is, I don’t want to live in it.”

Gabriella chews her lip, trying not to smile. “You, Blake Nowak, are terrible.”

“So terrible that you love it.”

“The best kind of terrible,” she admits.

“Do you want numbing cream, or are you going hardcore?”

“Numbing cream all the way.”

I’m relieved she’s not trying to be brave. As a first timer, the incessant press of the needle into skin would be tough to take. Plus, now I get to smooth cream over Gabriella’s skin, which is way more fun than watching her suffer at my hand.

I take the time to get my equipment ready and she tells me what happened at the hospital with Celine, and all the grim details of Celine’s confrontation with her philandering boyfriend. When I’m sure her skin is ready, I clean away the cream and shave away any tiny downy hairs and clean the area with antibacterial soap. Gabriella watches everything. I smear petroleum jelly onto her skin and take the stencil, ready to make the transfer. I hold it above the area. “This is where I think it should go,” I say. “What do you think?”

“That looks good,” she says. “It’s hard to see from this angle.”

“I can hold a mirror?”

“Yeah. That would be good.”

I take a small mirror and angle it until she says she can see the image. “Just a little higher, I think.” Making the adjustment, I meet her eyes to check if it’s correct. She shoots me a quick, nervous smile. “Perfect.”

It doesn’t take long to transfer the stencil to her skin. When I lift the paper, we both look down at the temporary image. “This is going to look so good.”

She nods, this time smiling less tightly. “I hope so.”

I smear more petroleum jelly over her skin and fill the ink caps. When I open a new, sterilized needle, Gabriella inhales quickly. I rest my hand on her slender leg, something I definitely wouldn’t do to a client I wasn’t intimate with. “It’s going to be fine. I promise. Just try to relax.”

“Maybe I won’t look,” she says.

“Yeah, that might be a good idea.”

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. I get the machine ready and switch it on. The whirring sound startles Gab, and she laughs tightly.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she whispers.

The first press of the machine against her skin sets my heart racing. The responsibility to make this good is heavy, but I know I can do something special. I just hope she’s going to love it.

I lose myself in the process, and Gabriella is so silent it’s almost as though she isn’t here. Only when I’m done, and I wipe it over one more time does she open her eyes.

“Don’t look yet,” I say. “I want you to see it in the mirror.”

At the foot of the reclined chair is a full-length mirror. I help Gab to her feet, and sweetly, she keeps her eyes closed, trusting me to lead her forward. She keeps the blue paper over her pussy, but I get a perfect view of her peachy ass as she walks slowly, and if we were anywhere else, I’d drop to my knees and kiss it.

Damn the need to remain professional.

When Gabriella’s in a good place, I tell her she can open her eyes. She starts to cry, and I’m momentarily frozen. Then she throws her arms around my neck, the stupid piece of blue tissue covering her nakedness completely forgotten.

“It’s beyond beautiful,” she says as I take the opportunity to rest my hands on her ass.

“I’m happy you like it,” I say. “I need to wrap it for you, and I’ll give you instructions on how to take care of it.”


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