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.

[OPEN TO JARMYN]

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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.