The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left.

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Friday February 12
Early afternoon
The Salon


I liked meeting Mike an Romana, Kaeli too. Just wish it was under better conditions. The riot was scary even from the safety of my place.  And all because of Benedict., well because of what he did. To Lannie and that other girl. I hate him for doing it. I know some of us at the Carnival aren't very nice people, but I'd thought Benedict was one of the okay ones. Then he goes and tries to eat my best friend! I hope whatever the sheriff decides to do to him hurts a lot.

Still there's been plenty of business since Wednesday, and the weekend is almost here. And my birthday. That's in two days. I'll be 18. I still don't know what exactly I want to do besides have fun. Maybe I'll take the entire weekend for it. Must talk to Lannie an Zann bout it, see what we can pull off. Or maybe Verdi. Dorian. Liam. Oh heck if I'm counting all the people I might like to spend my birthday with i'd have ta add Conley as well. But not Johnny.

Today is nice. Warmer and brighter than it's been for awhile. so I'm wearing a shorter skirt than I did all winter.My arms are bare which which shows off the Celtic swirls of my tats nicely echoin' the design on my tank, and Ive put my hair up in little tails. S' longer than it's been for a long time. Might cut it soon. Or just leave it an see what happens. Right now there's time for a quick bite to eat and then then afternoon rush. I hit change the CD as I come into the kitchen and hit play.

 I smile as the cheerful voice of Cyndi Lauper comes out.

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After what happened at the jail this morning, I did go back to the Inn and get some sleep. Woke up around noon, though, feeling strange. Put it down to not quite enough rest and odd hours, though I should be used to that by now. Went out and found something to eat, and then decided there wasn’t really enough time to go looking at rooms to rent. I did remember hearing about a place I’d been meaning to find, and I found it after only a bit of looking.

I don’t have the money to get any more done on my back now, but it can’t hurt to ask if they could do it here and for how much. It isn’t time quite yet, but I have the paper in my pocket somewhere, like always. I’ve also been in need of a haircut for a couple of weeks, and I could have that done while I’m here. Just hope they’re not too expensive.

I push through the door and look around. The music hits me first. Couldn’t tell you the band, but it’s the kind of stuff I like. The posters are nice, but it’s the designs on the walls that are really impressive. A lot of them are animals or tribal designs that I wouldn’t have done on myself, but a lot of people like those kinds of things, and they’re well drawn. Need to ask who does them, and if they do custom work. And then I need to get another job so I can pay for some of it.

Don’t see anyone in the shop right away, so I just call, “Hello?” and wait by the door. I’ve come at an odd time, but the door was unlocked, so someone must be here. Start hunting through my pockets to find the drawing while I wait.

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I'm in the kitchen, eating a sandwich when the door opens and I have enough time to finish the bite I took before I hear them call out, Hello? It's not a voice I recognize, but now that winter is almost over we're getting more visitors.

I come out to find a man with shaggy hair, standing by the reception desk. He's digging through his pockets and hasn't seen me yet so I deliberately make more noise with my boots than I would normally as I head over to him, professional smile in place. "Hi! Welcome to I Dyed for Beauty Salon and Body Modification Studio. How can I help you?"

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There’s noise from the back of the shop, and I look up to see to a girl who looks about eighteen coming toward me. She’s not dressed for winter, but the shop’s warm, and what she’s wearing shows off her tattoos nicely. She’d be cute with the purple hair and all, but the swirls on her arms make her more than. She sounds quite professional, too. I can’t help smiling. “Need a trim, you can probably tell. And…who does the ink?”

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The new customer looks up an smiles back, Need a trim, you can probably tell. And…who does the ink?

I can feel my smile warm as I look him over. Yes his hair does need a trim, and he's interested in a tat... Probably only wants the hair done today, but I'll be happy to talk about whatever he might have in mind for the ink.

"That'd be me. I do everything around here. Name's Verite." I offer my hand for a shake.

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So she does everything, does she? I shake her hand, and say, “Nice to meet you, Verite. I’m Jarmyn. Do you do custom work? I need a bit more added to something on my back.” I start unbuttoning my coat, because it’s warm in here, and she might want to take a look, anyway. “I’ve got a drawing, if you can work from that. Did you do these?” I finish getting the coat open and gesture to the designs on the walls.

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He shakes my hand and tells me his name,Jarmyn. Then asks, Do you do custom work? I need a bit more added to something on my back. I nod as he starts to undo his coat, I’ve got a drawing, if you can work from that. Did you do these? and he points to the flash I've put up.

"Yeah I do custom stuff. Actually happens more often than straight up designs picked off the wall." I hope I whatever he's got is a decent piece of work, I hate having to match styles with something shitty. "If the drawing's at all decent I c'n work with it, if I ain't we'll work somethin' out." I grin proudly at the last question, "Just about. Some a them I picked up before we got here, popular designs that always get some action. "

I look at him,"So lets see this drawing and your ink."

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Her handshake is firm, and she sounds comfortable and confident talking about her drawings and work. Not what I would have expected from someone who seems this young, but it’s nice, and it sure as hell’s putting me in a better mood that the rest of this day has. She wants to see what I’ve got, and who am I not to be happy about a pretty girl telling me to take my clothes off? “Yes, ma’am.”

I hand her the folded-up paper from my pocket and then shrug my coat off, laying it over one of the chairs. Start undoing the buttons on my shirt, still looking at her. Her eyes are sort of greenish, and they look good with her hair. Pull my shirt out and shrug it off too, then turn around for her and move my hair out of the way. Not like I need to point it out to her, but I feel like I should say something so it’s not awkward. Not that she seems like the kind of girl who feels awkward easily. “It just needs the dove at the base, here.” I put my hand on the small of my back to show her. “Think you could do that?”

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He hands me a folded up piece of paper saying, Yes, ma’am.
I have to suppress a giggle at that. It kinda reminds me of Liam and his old fashioned politeness. Jarmyn starts taking his coat and shirt off while I unfold his paper and get a look at the design.

Not bad. I can definitely work with this, 'specially if most of it's already inked. I look up as he turns around and moves his hair out of the way so I can see. hair'sa bit darker than Liam'sbut it's got that same look of careless not style to it. He's tall and a bit skinny but there's muscle there. And some nasty looking bruises. He's maybe a couple years older than Liam too.

The ink work is a bit more detailed than the drawing but is as well done. It takes up the middle of his back and he doesn't need the hand he points at the small of his back to show me where the dove goes. It just needs the dove at the base, here. Think you could do that?

"Yup. I can do that. S'a nice piece a work."

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I turn my head and smile at her over my shoulder. The shop air feels cool now, but not uncomfortable. I’m holding my shirt but not quite ready to put it back on, yet. Kind of hoping she’ll decide she needs to touch but not going to ask if she wants to. I’d rather not get thrown out since I do still need that trim. I think she likes what she sees, but it’s hard to tell. “Thanks. You think you could tell me how much it’d cost?” Don’t want to seem cheap, but I honestly need to know. She’s in business for a reason, too, and it looks like she does good work. I'm willing to pay for that, unless she's open to working out some other kind of trade.

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He smiles at me over his shoulder, still holding his shirt, guess he's not in a hurry to put it back on. I don't mind at all. Nice view even with the bruises. Thanks. You think you could tell me how much it’d cost?

I can't resist a teasing smirk. "'Course I can. If you ask."

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Somehow she looks older smirking at me like that. Still just as sweet, though. And if she’s flirting, she won’t mind if I do the same. I turn around to face her, dropping my eyes as I put my shirt back on. I leave the buttons all undone, though, and go a little closer to her, looking at those hazel eyes again. “Please, Miss Verite, tell me how much are you going to charge me?” I ask slowly, in my most polite voice. Hope I’m not close enough to make her nervous, and if I’ve overstepped my bounds, I hope she’ll let me know some way that doesn’t involve a knee or a fist. She looks like she can take care of herself, this girl, and I’d rather not be on the wrong side of that.

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Jarmyn turns round and drops his eyes while putting his shirt back on. I notice two things, he leaves the shirt undone and he has another tat. A name in small and fancy script. He moves in a bit closer, but slowly, clearly not trying to be aggressive. and his voice is slow and very polite, Please, Miss Verite, tell me how much are you going to charge me?

I smile brightly and quote him a price for the work. It may be a bit high but I'm sure we can work something out. It doesn't have to be cash. I do a lot of trade with the regulars, it works out that I have plenty of food. Gives me some incentive to get better at cooking.

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Well, I asked for the price, and she gives it to me, with a bright smile. It’s not the most I’ve ever been quoted for work, but it’s certainly not the lowest. I can maybe have that much by my birthday. Maybe. I’m not in the mood to do math right now. Don’t say any of this to her, though, and I try not to let it show on my face.

“Would you be open to taking any of that in trade?” I ask, just as politely, but a bit softer. “Or…services rendered?” And I move just a little closer.

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He manages not to look dismayed but then he knows what a good tat is worth, the ink he's got proves that. But I can see a bit of dismay in his pretty gray-green eyes.

Would you be open to taking any of that in trade? He asks and then he drops his voice a bit and moves just a little closer, Or…services rendered?

Oh my, is he offering what I think he's offering? I keep my smile in place and look him over more carefully. He's close enough now that I can read the name on his chest. Miranda.

I raise an eyebrow at him and say, "I often take trade for stuff. And services...well maybe. What are you offering?"

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“I know you don’t know me from Adam,” I tell her quietly, to let her know I think she’s no fool. “But I tend bar over at the Whitechapel. Won’t be leaving town any time soon. Haven’t got much in the way of things to trade, God’s honest truth, unless you’d like a bottle of fruit brandy that’ll set you on your ear after two glasses.” I think about how that sounds and add, “Belongs to me. I know better than to pinch from the bar.”

Really hope she doesn’t want the brandy, though. I’ve gotten partial to the stuff. “Can also give you cash, although maybe not as much as you said, not all at once, at least.” I swallow hard, because this is not an offer I’m making lightly, and I hope she knows it. “You tell me what its worth to you to cut my hair and finish my back, and I’ll deliver it.”

“And as for services, well…” I give her a smile not quite as bright as the one she flashed at me, but hopefully sincere. “Please, Miss Verite,” I whisper, in the same polite tone as before, but even softer. “Will you let me show you?” She needs to know I’m not going to touch her without her permission if I have any hope of going through with this.

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This Jarmyn is so much more serious than Liam ever is when he's off duty. Quietly telling me that he works for Valmont and then he offers, Haven’t got much in the way of things to trade, God’s honest truth, unless you’d like a bottle of fruit brandy that’ll set you on your ear after two glasses. Belongs to me. I know better than to pinch from the bar.

I like how he is quick to add that the bottle is his rather than from the bar. I grin. Bet he'd be surprised at how much I can take. I'm really tempted to tell him that I bet I could take three glasses of his fruit brandy. But he's continuing, Can also give you cash, although maybe not as much as you said, not all at once, at least.You tell me what its worth to you to cut my hair and finish my back, and I’ll deliver it.

I think that he really means it, the way he swallows and his quiet, level serious voice. Makes me less tempted to play the really outrageous barter games and inflated prices I might with someone else. Besides since I left the Carnival and it's still in town with bad feelings rising I'm not inclined to risk pissing people off. Bad for business and survival.

I tilt my head a bit as I give it and him some serious consideration. "My roommate keeps me pretty well supplied with booze so maybe I don't need a whole bottle of brandy."I start, "But cash is always welcome and since you're not planning on leaving town anytime soon we can probably work out something. Maybe I'll give you some work around this place." I could also have him help me move some boxes or maybe pulling up weeds in that garden the previous owner left me. It's almost Spring now and I should probably do something with it. might have to ask Nohte about weeds and general garden maintenance, cuz I have no idea of how to look after plants beyond making sure they get water when it's not raining much.

He smiles as he completes his offer, And as for services, well…Please, Miss Verite,Will you let me show you? That last is said in a whisper. It makes a pleasant shiver run down my spine. He hasn't moved any closer, has made no move to touch me, is just waiting patiently for my answer.

A wicked smile curves my lips and I beckon him to come a little closer. "Alright. Show me." I think he can read my expression well enough to catch the unspoken addition that his demonstration needs to be good.

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With about half an ear, I listen to her talk about maybe not wanting brandy and needing some work done around the shop. Both sound good to me, but most of what’s in my head is the thing I started my little speech out with: I do not know this girl at all. Don’t know if she’s got a boyfriend or a father or the clap, for that matter. Don’t know what she likes and what’ll get me very intimately acquainted with the boots she’s wearing, which aren’t small. Also, if this works out, I’m going to be trusting her with my hair and my skin, both things that are very dear to me. Got to get this absolutely right, no second chances.

She smiles like a cat, crooks her finger at me, and I come. Well, this is a test of a number of skills I’m used to thinking I have. I take a last look in those gorgeous eyes before closing my own and pressing a kiss just to the corner of that smiling mouth, soft and careful but also a little teasing. Don’t kiss her properly, full on the lips, only taste a little bit and then pull away.

The rings in her ear catch my eye and I move my mouth up to them, catching her lobe gently in my teeth and tugging at it, slow and soft. Don’t want to hurt her, but I know how sensitive something is once you’ve had it pierced. Had my ears done once and took them out after a month. Too much trouble in a fight. Not supposed to be thinking about that, though. Need to concentrate on this lovely girl in front of me. I bring my hands up slowly to her shoulders, squeezing a little and then smoothing my palms down her arms, following those wild swirls of ink with my fingers. Is she as wild, I wonder? With that hair, I’d bet on it. My tongue is following too, up the curve of her ear to the ring at the top and tasting gently there, too.

I remember this is a trial, that I can’t get carried away, so I pull my mouth back just a bit and breathe softly on her ear. “Please.” It doesn’t feel like begging, but if she wants to think I am, all right. Admitting you want something isn’t a sin in my book, though.

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I feel a bit of satisfaction when he obeys. Looking into my eyes and then leaning into kiss just the corner of my mouth. Tease. That mouth moves up my ear tugging gently st the lobe. His hands slide up my shoulders squeezing gently and then moving down the arms following my tats. His mouth moves higher still as he plays with the ring at the top I gasp a little at the sensations especially when he breathes a please into my ear.

Yes, I think. Yes this will do. "S'nice." I whisper back my voice gone a little breathy. "might be able to pay for the hair. with this."

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A little gasp escapes as I finish with her ear, and I can’t help but smile again. This girl is a piece of work, and I’m struck by an urge to see where else she has ink and metal. Keep that to myself, though. Some women would get offended if you said something like that right after you’d just barely kissed them. She’ll find out soon enough, though, if things go the way they seem to be.


I’m a little disappointed when she starts talking. Need to distract her a bit more, then. Might be able to pay for the hair, she says. Really? This girl has never met me before, I suppose, and I shouldn’t expect her to be promising me the world. Would be worried if she was, in fact, but still. I decide I need to stop thinking about that and concentrate on earning my keep as I grasp her hips and pull her against me to close the little remaining distance between us. I go back to nibbling on her ear but leave my hands where they are. God, we fit together well.

“Just the hair?” I breathe in her ear. “Give me a chance, sweetheart.” I make it half a tease and half a plea, and then trail my mouth down to the corner of her jaw, biting gently at the soft skin where it meets her neck. Follow the lovely line of that neck down to her shoulder, nipping as I go, but not too hard. She wants a bit more in the way of teeth, she can tell me. I know not everyone shares my tastes. “We both do… quality work.”

I pull back a little to look at her, bring one hand up to stroke that blindingly blue hair. “You want to take this somewhere else?” I spare a glance around the little shop. We are still right near the front, and anyone could walk in. “Because I imagine I’m going to be on my knees in about five minutes, and I wouldn’t mind if you had a customer walk in, but they might.”

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He seems to take my words as a challenge, pulling me in close with his hands on my hips as he returns to nibbling on my ear. It feels good to be pressed together with him and I notice his hands are staying put, I can feel their warmth through the material of my skirt.

Just the hair? He breathes into my ear, Give me a chance, sweetheart. I'm about to answer with something but he's moving his mouth from my ear down to my jaw and I gasp softly instead, he continues downwards, gently nipping all the way to my shoulder. That sends tingles all over the area. We both do… quality work.

A corner of my mouth twitches up at that. If this is indication of the quality I can expect from him, it'll be worth it to let him pay me this way. But I'm not going to make it too easy for him.

He pulls back a bit and brings one hand up to stroke my hair, and I lean just a bit into the caress. You want to take this somewhere else? Because I imagine I’m going to be on my knees in about five minutes, and I wouldn’t mind if you had a customer walk in, but they might.

I blush bit at that. Oh yeah, it would definitely not do to have Tommi or Annelle walk in on us. I grin back at him thinking that if I worked at it maybe I could get him on his knees sooner than that. But all I say is, "Sure! Lemme just flip the sign n' we c'n go upstairs."

I put my hand on his bare chest to steady myself,not just because I want to feel his skin and the beat of his heart beneath my fingers, an' lean just far enough past him that I can use the fingertips of my other hand to change the sign from open to closed.

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She looks so happy, likes she enjoys me and what I’m doing. She’s moving like it, too, and the noises she’s making are very distracting. Takes my suggestion to move to a more private place by leaning past me to change the sign, her hand on my chest probably not by accident. I want to kiss her again, but that’ll lead to other things, and we do need to get out of here. Well, there’s one way to hurry things along. Hope she’ll let me get away with it.

With her standing so close, it’s easy to bend down and scoop her up, one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders. “Point the way, sweetheart.” She’s a lot lighter than Tarquin was last night, but my knee still twinges a bit. She’s a lot warmer, too, which helps, though. I lean forward and kiss her on the temple, think that this week’s finishing up just fine. “And if there’s anything I need to know, you’d better tell me now.” Hope she’ll ask any questions she has now, too.

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Getting scooped up in his arms like that is a surprise. I let out a little squeak and clutch his shoulder with my hand. Point the way, sweetheart. He tells me. And I laugh and show him where the stairs are.

He heads in that direction, leaning forward to kiss my temple and ask,And if there’s anything I need to know, you’d better tell me now.

"Like what?" I ask him back as we go up the staircase to end up in the middle of my room. It still feels too big to me. Even with the added clutter of Lannie's things by the couch.

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The room’s a mess, but it’s not dirty. It’s full of things, like she’s made a life here for herself, and I’m glad for her. Never minded a bit of clutter myself in a place, just never had enough things to make it with. I lay her down on the bed gently, by the edge so she can sit up easily if she wants. Stand back a little so she knows I’m not going to jump her now that we’re away from fear of interruption. I bend over and start undoing my bootlaces while I talk. “You want to tell me now what’s off limits to do or touch, that’s fine. Otherwise I’m going slow.” I look up and grin at her, still tugging at the laces. “Very, very slow.”

I straighten up and step out of the boots and pull my socks off, leaving everything in pile a little ways away from us. Don’t go for my belt just yet, but I do shrug out of my shirt and lay it on the couch. As I do, I see the bruises that have come up from last night. Hope she doesn’t mind. If she asks about them, I‘ll tell her. “I start doing anything you don’t like, you tell me, and I will stop. Promise you that.” I look her in the eye again, make sure she knows I mean it.

“You can do anything to me you like, except pull my hair or cut me. Hard’s better than soft, slow’s better than fast.” I say this every time. Sometimes they even take me seriously. “And if you want to order me around….” I raise my eyebrows and hope she knows what I’m getting at.

Don’t know if it’s been five minutes, but I get down on my knees by the side of the bed and put a hand on her hip, not grabbing, just resting on the curve. “Will you let me help you with your boots, Miss Verite?”

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Jarmyn heads straight over to the bed and puts me down near the edge then steps back a bit and bends over to start unlacing his boots. I sit up and straighten my skirt a little so it's more comfy.

You want to tell me now what’s off limits to do or touch, that’s fine. Otherwise I’m going slow.Very, very slow. He looks up from his bootlaces and grins. I grin back. Maybe I could speed him up if I really wanted to but I like the challenge in his eyes and that grin. I think this is going to be a wonderful start to the weekend. I didn't have anyone booked for anything this afternoon, most of the regulars come on Wednesdays or Thursdays and I generally try to book time consuming stuff on Mondays...Hope no one's too disappointed by my being closed for any other business while we do this.

He takes his boots n' socks off and starts making a little pile away from the bed. Next thing to come off is the shirt. Those bruises look nasty, wonder if he got them at work, the Whitechapel is rougher than the Tavern and the mood in town's been pretty ugly lately. I start doing anything you don’t like, you tell me, and I will stop. Promise you that. He looks me in the eye, God is he ever so serious faced!

I nod. "'Kay."

You can do anything to me you like, except pull my hair or cut me. Hard’s better than soft, slow’s better than fast.And if you want to order me around…... The list goes on and then fades off into his raised eyebrows and I almost order him to come over and kiss me. But then he moves, getting down on his knees beside the bed and laying a gentle hand on my hip. Will you let me help you with your boots, Miss Verite?

"I don't mind bites so long as you're careful round the piercings." I tell him. I don't think there's anything else I actually want to say, if he does something and I don't like it I can tell him then. when he offers so politely to help with my boots I smirk and hold the first one out to him. Good thing I haven't been out all day so it's pretty clean.

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She still looks happy, I definitely haven’t scared her, but she looks a little bored, too. Can’t have that. I’m probably talking too much. I’ve been warned about that before, but I think too much is better than getting into the middle of something and then having to stop. Spoils the mood and people’s feelings get hurt. She’s listening to me, though, and she mentions her piercings. Was planning to be careful around those, and I nod.

She is going to let me help her with her boots, thank God. I’m trying to plan the best way to do this thing, but she’s not giving me much in the way of direction, and playing things by ear always makes me nervous, especially with a girl. I untie the first one and pull it off for her, then the other. Knife falls out of that one, and I catch it, resisting the urge to show her my own. She seems tough, but not the type to get turned on by knives.

What I’m hoping does turn her on is me kneeling between her feet, peeling her long socks off slowly and kissing her knees. Really hope she doesn’t mind me nipping a bit at the insides of her thighs, either, and letting my hair brush against them while I do it

She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl to be serious during sex, so I happen to mention between nibbles, conversationally, “You’re still wearing a lot more than I am, sweetheart. Seems very unfair.”

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He nods when I mention being careful round my piercings and I'm glad of that. He's untying and taking off each boot and it's only when my knife falls out of the second one that I remember it's there. Jarmyn catches it and I see something in his eyes. not sure what though so I hold out my hand for it. "Pass that to me will you?" It can go on the nightstand.

He's kneeling between my legs slowly peeling my socks off, kissing an nibbling at the exposed flesh of my knees and thighs. This is more like what I was expecting, And I smile happily at him even as I squirm some. Which turns into a bit of a smirk as he points out, You’re still wearing a lot more than I am, sweetheart. Seems very unfair.

"Unh, hunh. I guess I could fix that..." I say teasingly, "If you'll come up here an give me a proper kiss."

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She is one to tease in bed, then. I put my hands on the bed beside her knees and stand up. Can’t actually hear my knee creak, but it sure as hell feels like you should be able too. She said come up, and I come up, bending over her on the bed to kiss her soundly on the mouth, firm but not rough.

I reach between us to cup one of her breasts. It’s the perfect size to fit in my palm, and I can’t help but sigh in appreciation. It’s been a long time. I rub my thumb over the nipple, not too gently, and feel something I’m not used to. Have to rub it again to see if it’s what I think it is, then check to see if the other one’s the same way. It is. Takes some time to make sure, though, until she’s squirming from the stimulation. God, this girl is full of surprises. Definitely need to give these some proper attention. “What have you got here, sweetheart?” I breathe, making sure she can hear how much I like them. “And can I have a closer look?”

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Jarmyn uses the bed to help him stand up then bends over and gives me a nice firm kiss right on the lips. I raise my arms so I can run my fingers into his hair and kiss him back.

He cups one of my breasts in his hand and I hear him sigh as he rubs his thumb over the nipple which makes me catch my breath as I feel the barbell piercing it move slightly. Jarmyn feels it too as he rubs over it once more before doing the same to my other breast. I don't mind at all and soon I'm squirming in my damp lace panties.

What have you got here, sweetheart? He breathes sounding fascinated, My nipples are hardening under his attentions and that just makes them and the tiny little barbells in them stand out against my bra and the tank top more and makes it easier to feel what he's doing. And can I have a closer look?

I reach down to grab the top of the tank and the bra under it and pull them down so he can see both tiny silver barbells, one in each nipple.

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Expected her to sit up and pull her shirt off, but she just pulls it down, not shy at all, and if I wasn’t hard before, I sure as hell am now. “Very nice,” I tell her, and mean it. The little silver barbells catch the light, showing off those perfect breasts. And how am I supposed to resist taking advantage of the show she’s giving me by taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking at it and running my tongue over it, tugging gently with my teeth? I let my fingers play with the other one, pulling and rubbing it into a tight little peak. Don’t want to hurt her, just keep her wiggling under me and making those sweet little noises. Have to show the lady my appreciation properly. Christ, I want to drive her to distraction and hear her beg me to stop.

I do stop for a moment, but only to finish climbing up on the bed, one hand braced beside her, one knee between her legs, barely pressing against her. I want that skirt out of the way so I can see what she’s wearing beneath it. I switch hands so I can play with the nipple I just finished sucking on. It’s still wet, and my thumb slides over it easily, moving the barbell just a little each time. She’s got to be feeling that. Sounds like she’s liking it, too. “If this is all I’m allowed to see,” I say carelessly, looking down at her, “then I’ll just have to keep playing with them. Unless you want to give me something else to play with?” I lower my head again, stopping with my mouth right above her other breast, ready to begin teasing her again if she doesn’t give me what I want.

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Very nice, I can hear the sincere appreciation in his voice.Though I like what he does next even better, taking one nipple into his mouth to suck and tug on it with his teeth. And he doesn't neglect the other one either, using his hand to play similarly with it. I arch my back and squirm under him as little noises of enjoyment come out my mouth.

When he stops I give him a look, but he's only climbing the rest of the way onto the bed, one hand beside me, one knee pressing lightly between my legs. Too lightly. I want to really feel him against me. So I shift a bit as he switches his hand over to rub gently over my slick nipple, each movement sending little jolts of pleasure through me.

If this is all I’m allowed to see, He says as he looks down at my lazily, almost carelessly, then I’ll just have to keep playing with them. Unless you want to give me something else to play with? Do I ever want to give him something to play with! The thought of his mouth all heat and wetness over my sex brings a rush of heat with it and I can feel myself get wetter. And I smirk up at him,"How much time you going to give me to think 'bout it?" I challenge him.

Though I'm not wasting any time in reaching down to unzip my skirt and lift my hips to get it off. Underneath are my panties, leftover black lace from a larger sewing project. He might be able to see some of the blue and black tribal waves that circle my belly button, but I think it's covered by the bunched mass of my tank an' bra.

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She’s ready, if the way she’s rubbing herself against my knee is any indication. She can still talk back, though, which makes me smile. Haven’t had this much pure fun in bed in a while. She undoes her skirt and raises her hips, and I lift my knee and help her pull it the rest of the way off, leaving her in a scrap of black lace that shows more than it hides. That’s a sight. Don’t want to look like I’m staring, so I kneel up and tug on the mess of her shirt. “This needs to come off, too. I want to see you, sweetheart.” Well, I want to watch her sit up and squirm out of it and lay herself out bare for me, but that’s too much to say.

I’m still dressed from the waist down, but if she wants to change that, she can do it herself. And then we might need to have a talk about whether she’s doing anything to keep a baby from coming. Because if she’s not, there are certain things that aren’t going to happen, much as both of us might want them. In the mean time, though, I get back down on my knees by the bed, put my hands under her thighs and pull her toward me, let her know what I’m getting ready to do if she wants to say anything about it. And I do give into the temptation to press two fingers over that sopping scrap of black between her legs. “This isn’t doing any good at all.” I should ask, but right now I want it off enough to grab it with both hands and just pull it down to her knees. See what she has to say about that.

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I like it when he smiles, it washes away the tiredness in his face and eyes, I'm glad I said yes to spending time this afternoon having such fun. He helps me with the skirt. Oh the look on his face once we get it off! He kneels up a bitand tugs on the fabric bunched at my waist, This needs to come off, too. I want to see you, sweetheart.

It's like I can feel the heat in his eyes on my skin. Makes me want to strip all my clothes off so I can feel it with my entire body. So I smile sweetly at him even as my voice goes all breathy, "Okay!"

He gets beside the bed again as I sit up to pull the tangle of bra and top off over my head. Jarmyn puts his hands under my thighs and gently pulls me towards him. This is where I want to go so there is no resistance. I gasp as he presses two fingers to the cloth between my legs, and I agree with his assessment. This isn’t doing any good at all. Next thing I know he's grabbed my panties with both hands an yanked them down. They wind up at my knees. I giggle. "Not doin' much there either." I point out as I finish what he started, tossing them away from the bed. Don't care where they land. There'll be time to worry about that later.

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Not a shy bone in this girl’s body, and she’s laughing in bed with me and helping me take her clothes off. This week sure took its time looking up, but it’s more than made up for it. “Now, sweetheart,” I say, licking my way up her thighs between words, “You let me know if I’m doing this right.” I get where I’m going, and God, she smells so good, like soap and sex, that I have to close my eyes. Keep licking, though, until my tongue hits something, and I have to open my eyes a minute. Yes, that is what I think it is. I’m tempted to ask if she’s got these any other places I should know about, but I figure she’d rather I do something else with my mouth, so I put it around the little bit of metal and suck gently, playing with it with my tongue. Let my hands run over her hips and under her ass, lifting her up a little and squeezing gently.

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Now, sweetheart,You let me know if I’m doing this right. He says as he licks his way up my thighs. I nod. So far he's doing great. When he finds the last of my piercings he doesn't say anything just puts his mouth around it and starts to suck and gently play with it. Oh god does that feel good, even better than I thought it would.

His hands come up over my hips and under me, lifting an squeezing gently. I reach out my hands to his shoulders to help with balance. "Doin' great so far." I say before I give myself up to the sensations he's causing.

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If she can still talk, I’m not working hard enough. I pull my head back a little and blow softly over everything a couple times. See what she thinks of that. Then I start licking along her slit, probing into it with my tongue as well. I’m enjoying myself, but I’m sure she wants my attention back when it was. I’d like to see if I can get her to come, so I move my mouth up and go back to sucking on her clit and playing with the piercing there. Certainly makes things more interesting, having that, not that I’m close to being bored. Imagine she thinks so, too. Sounds like it, anyway, and she’s clutching at my shoulders in a nice way. Pull back again and look up at her. Christ, she’s lovely, that blue hair all in a mess and her eyes wide. “You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” I try to say it so she knows I’m not pushing her, just teasing, and then put my head back down and go back to playing, using my teeth a little bit to see how she likes it.

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Oh god, the things he's doing to me, I'm glad I have his hands under me and mine clutching his shoulders. I can barely think let alone form a real sentence, when he pulls back a little to ask teasingly, You gonna come for me, sweetheart?

"I-ahhh...yes!" I manage to get out as he goes back to work and then all thoughts are swept away.

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I don’t stop right away when I feel her start shaking, just ease up a little, kissing instead of licking. The noises she’s making…. I can think of some other things she might like, as well. I kiss my way back down her thigh and then get up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and catching my breath. Never had to work quite this hard for a hair cut before. Never enjoyed it quite this much, either. Hope she makes me work a bit more. I lie down beside her so I can keep looking at her. Can’t resist reaching out to play with that blue hair with one hand while I do. “Anything else I can do for you, Miss Verite?” I ask quietly, after she sounds like she’s calmed down a bit.

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I can feel him kissing my thigh and the bed moves a bit as he lays down beside me his hand playing in my hair. Anything else I can do for you, Miss Verite? He asks. I grin lazily over at him.

"'Course. Y'c'n help me get your pants off." I reach for his belt. It's my turn now.

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She looks pleased, with herself and me, and I’m very glad. Doesn’t lie there for long, though, just leans over and starts working at my buckle. I reach down and help her get it undone. We get in each other’s way trying to get at the button and zipper, but its good fun and we laugh over it. Finally do get the pants off, though, and I push them and my shorts over the edge of the bed to land with the rest of my clothes. It’s hard to be confident all of a sudden, lying there naked beside her in the light of the afternoon. Don’t know why it should be, though. Still, I muster up a grin and ask, “What did you have in mind next, sweetheart?”

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There's a bit of confusion as we get Jarmyn out of his pants but we get them off amid laughter, though he goes back to serious as soon as the underwear falls over the side of the bed.

He manages a grin for you even if I can now tell that this one isn't as easy as some of his earlier ones. What did you have in mind next, sweetheart?

I grin down at him as I get up to my knees an swing one leg over him,"Well this for starters..." Lean over and kiss him full on the lips.

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She grins back at me and then suddenly she’s kneeling above me, straddling me. Not exactly sure how that happened, but I’m not opposed to it. She leans over and kisses me, and I reach up into her hair and kiss her back hard. We’re both out of breath when we pull apart. She still looks happy, though. Her hair’s a mess, but some of it’s still tied up. “Will you take your hair down for me, sweetheart?” I suddenly want to ask. “And keep doing…whatever you like.” Not that I need to tell her that. It’s her bed, and I’m in it to do what she wants. And it’s not like she isn’t sitting right next to evidence that I like what she’s done so far.

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He kisses back, reaching up into my hair. The kiss is sweet and hard, using lots of tongue. I bet he noticed my tongue stud during. We're both panting when it breaks. He looks up at me, Will you take your hair down for me, sweetheart? And keep doing…whatever you like.

I smirk down at him, "Okay." I reach up and pull out the little elastics, letting the bright purple strands fall down to brush my shoulders. "Now it's gonna be your turn to let me know if I'm doin' things right?" Then I bend down again letting the ends of my hair trail over his face and chest as I kiss and lick my way to his nipples. The sound he makes when I bite one makes me smile against his skin and touches things inside. He keeps this up I'll be all wet an' ready to go again soon enough.

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She lets her hair fall down all around her face, and together they make the brightest, happiest thing I’ve seen all winter. Then she bends over me, letting it brush my face. I can’t resist reaching up into it with both hands. It’s soft and it smells so good. She’s telling me to let her know how she’s doing, and then she starts working her way down my chest with her mouth until she gets to my nipple. She bites at it a little, and I moan. “You’re doing…just fine, sweetheart.” Shouldn’t be gasping, but I am. “Harder’d be good, though. I don’t mind being hurt.”

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You’re doing…just fine, sweetheart. Harder’d be good, though. I don’t mind being hurt. He manages to say along with his gasp. Harder eh? Alright, and if it's too much, well he asked for it.

I pause just long enough to give him a wicked grin before I bend down and give the whole thing a good suck and then bite down hard

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She gives me that smile again, like she’s happy to have something to play with and has all sorts of ideas about what to do with me. God, she’s beautiful. She puts her head down again and goes back to paying attention to my nipple, sucking it into her mouth. I feel her teeth scrape it, and then she bites me, hard. The pain makes me stiffen and then relax as I make myself take it. Makes something else stiffen, too. I have to close my eyes and fight to stay in control. Christ, I’m not going to last much longer if she keeps this up. “Yeah, that was—yeah.” Hope she doesn’t expect me to be articulate about this. I lie there panting for minute, because I gather up the wits to say, “Have got two of those, you know, sweetheart. Fair’s fair.” Hope she takes me up on that. And I hope she might see her way clear to moving her attentions a bit farther south. Not going to ask her that, though.

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He stiffens and then relaxes, panting. and oh hello, I can feel something else, guess he likes pain. Yeah, that was—yeah And I like his reactions, I'm smiling lazily running my fingers around the edge of the bite mark and letting him get his breath back when he says, Have got two of those, you know, sweetheart. Fair’s fair.

"That you do." I agree as I run my nails over his skin digging them in just a little before giving his other nipple a quick pinch followed by a lick.

Much as I love the reactions I'm getting, the hard on brushing my hip is too tempting to ignore or waste. So I give him another smile and slide downwards licking and biting as I go.

When I am in position I look up the nicely muscled lean length of his body and catch his eyes grey green like the hanging mosses of the deep south. I lick my lips as I run one hand over the head of his penis and the down the shaft. Then very slowly I give it an experimental lick. If he doesn't say otherwise I'm gonna take him into my mouth just as slowly in a sec.

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She doesn’t hurt me quite that badly again, and truth to tell, I didn’t really expect her too. She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl to get off on that kind of thing. Doesn’t matter, though. I’m here for her, not the other way round. She does tease me a little bit more with her nails and her tongue before she starts sliding down me, tasting and using her teeth as she does. I think I know what she’s got in mind, but I’m not going to let myself get my hopes up yet.

She pauses and looks up at me, eyes shining, licking her lips like someone just served her dessert. And then she takes my cock in hand. Her hands are so soft, and it feels like she knows what she’s doing, firm and purposeful. And then she puts her tongue out, and oh God is that a bit of metal in her tongue, too? Don’t have much time to look at it before I can feel it, scraping a little as she licks me, likes she’s trying to figure out if she wants to do this. My hips jerk at that warm, wet touch, and I can’t think for a minute. Probably make some kind of noise, too. When I can think, though, I start wondering why she’s doing this. “Sweetheart, you don’t— you don’t have to do that.” I’m supposed to be working, here, and lying there letting her pay attention to me does not feel like work.

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His hips jerk up as I make contact and I use my hands on his hips to steady him, and oh god that sound he makes. I love it when I get reactions like that. I can feel myself gettin' wet again.

Sweetheart, you don’t— you don’t have to do that. His voice isn't steady and I pause to look over at his face. "If you don't want that I won't." I thought all guys liked blowjobs?

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She stops and looks at me, her hands on my hips not making it easy to think at all. Then she tells me she won’t if I don’t want it. Maybe she doesn’t take this kind of trade much, or maybe she’s just nice. Of course I want that sweet mouth wrapped around me. “Not about what I want, sweetheart,” I tell her, my voice sounding husky even in my own ears. “I’m here for you.” Hope that’s enough of a reminder. Some people get upset thinking about sex being for more than just sex. But some people also go back on deals thinking they gave you too much in bed to owe you anything after. Don’t think she’s that kind of girl, but also don’t want to cut my own hair.