Scratching Off the Ink
Wing Man
“Ah!” Harry winced.
“Hold still.” Joey grunted.
Harry squeezed tightly onto Zayn’s almost-purple hands and bit his lip. Zayn snorted, taking pleasure in the newbie’s pain.
“There. All done.” Joey said, wiping a drop of sweat from her brow.
Harry gingerly touched the newly inked and slightly raised skin on his arm. He laughed under his breath, a weak smile on his face. “That hurt like a bitch.”
“What’d you expect for your first time?” Joey said, praying to God that no one would turn it into a sexual innuendo.
“That’s what she said.” Harry giggled.
Joey pulled the corners of her lips downward. “That’ll be two hundred pounds.”
Harry fluttered his lashes at Zayn who in return wrinkled his nose up. “No way, mate.”
Harry frowned and reached into his wallet to pull out his credit card. Joey rang him up and then gave him his card back. Harry gave an aggressive handshake to Joey with a panty-dropping smile. “Thanks. Tell Kate I said hello—“
“No. Have a nice day.” Joey said with a tight smile.
Harry stared at her for another second before laughing his way out the door. “Hurry up, Zayn! We’ve got a recording session!”
Zayn leaned into her ear and whispered. “Come over to my place at nine. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Joey nodded her head with a spacey gaze. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”
He winked at her and then jogged his way towards the door, where he hopped into the black van and drove off. She kept her eyes trained on the glass door for God knows how long until Clark placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, jolting her back to reality.
“Did he pull a ‘hey lil mama lemme whisper in yo ear’ move on you?” he asked.
She punched his arm. “No!”
It had been a month and a half since she had the heart-to-heart with Zayn in her apartment. Things were going by smoothly, not only with her relationship with the pop star couple but also with Zayn’s bandmates and work. She was at the top of her game, surpassing Clark in productiveness. She spent a few weekend afternoons playing video games with the One Direction gang and other weekend afternoons partying with Clark and Shela. She was finally returning back to her normal self—her lively self.
What she hadn’t been able to shake was the lingering attraction she felt towards Zayn. No matter what he dressed in, no matter how he looked, Joey was instantly entranced. She didn’t particularly like being reminded of her predicament.
Clark grinned and rubbed his muscled limb. “I’m just teasing. Jesus, woman. Either way, I can definitely see the appeal in that tanned son of a bitch. And he’s flirty too? If he was gay, Joey, I swear to God.”
Joey shook her head. “He isn’t flirty, I just don’t think he understands personal space.”
“Honey, what man who has millions of girls willing to throw their panties at him not know the art of personal space invasion?”
“What?” Joey questioned, confused with his terminology.
“The Art of Personal Space Invasion, hon. It’s when you invade people’s space to make them uncomfortable. You create enough sexual tension to get someone in bed with you. Aladdin may not be trying to get you in bed but he knows what he’s doing.”
Joey shook her head again. “No, he’s not like that. He’s too enamored with Perrie to try to pull stunts like that.”
“You sure about that?”
“Trust me,” Joey said. “You have not seen them when they are together.” Joey sticks her finger in her mouth to simulate throwing up.
“Um, C-Clark?” a very slim and dark skinned boy mumbled.
Clark looks at him with a sultry gaze. “Yes, Derek?”
“There’s a customer. I was wondering if you wanted to…”
Clark scanned the parlor for the manager and then latched onto the younger man’s ass. He leaned in and whispered. “Yes. Bring him over.”
Noises got stuck in Derek’s throat as he awkwardly walked over to direct the customer to Clark.
Clark turned to Joey and winked. “You should try it some time.”
“I’m sure Perrie’s gonna be there!” Joey explained over the phone.
“Masya Allah, Joey!” Shela exclaimed. “Be careful, yeah?”
“I will. I’m here, I’ll talk to you later.” She rushed.
“Don’t do anything stupi—“
Joey ended the call and stuffed her phone in her pocket. She took out the handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her forehead. Despite it being late October, the walk had her work up a sweat. The subway could only take you so far when you had to walk through a neighborhood of mansions. Her whole entire walk through North London was an awkward one. She felt out of place with the gleaming new sports cars and the large swimming pools. When someone looks like they don’t belong in wealthy areas people start to question why they are there. Joey was lucky it was dark.
She gawked at the large mansion before her and suddenly felt insecure about her shabby apartment. Then she had to remind herself that she was a tattoo artist, not a pop sensation.
She rang the doorbell and rocked back and forth on her heels. Perrie answered the door with an elusive smile on her face. “Welcome, darling.”
“Uh, thanks?”
Perrie pulled her inside the house and was greeted with an extra smile than she expected. Though, she wasn’t really complaining. The gorgeous smile belonged to a sun-kissed man with curly dark brown hair. He towered over everyone. Long lean muscles stretched over his arms. His waist was slender and his shoulders were strong. He looked as though he got paid to pose on beaches all day. Joey stopped walking as soon as she saw the god.
“Joanna,” Zayn said. “I’d like you to meet Evandro.”
Evandro as in the Brazilian Clark screwed one time? Joey asked herself.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Joanna.” Evandro purred, his accent seductively present in his voice.
Yep. That’s him. “It’s nice to meet you too. Although, I think I’ve heard of you before.” Joey said with an innocent smile on her lips. She wasn’t going to try to play sexy. Not only was she only wearing a band tee and yoga pants, but her hair was sloppily pulled into a bun.
Evandro raised his thick eyebrows. “Really? How so?”
Perrie discreetly pushed Joey closer to the Brazilian. “Do you know a man named Clark?”
His pale gray eyes lit up. “Why, yes, I do. I take it that he has spoken well of me?”
Joey knew exactly what he was asking. “Yes, he speaks very highly of your expertise.”
He chuckled and tilted his chin up. “Well, any friend of Clark’s is definitely a friend of mine.”
She felt a ball of sweltering heat expand in the pit of her stomach. It leaked further below, making Joey cross her legs tightly.
“Let’s sit down and watch a film, friends!” Zayn said as he ushered Evandro and Joey to his expansive velvet couch. Perrie surfed through the channels until she landed on the Exorcism of Emily Rose.
“
Y’all in the mood for a horror flick?” Perrie asked.
“I’m always in the mood for a horror flick.” Joey said.
The two boys mumbled in agreement. The lights were flicked off, consuming the group of young adults in complete darkness. The only source of light was the digital illumination. Amidst the scenes of distorted demonic faces and bleeding walls, Perrie buried her face into Zayn’s chest. He rubbed her back but his eyes were opened wide and focused, preparing himself for the next jumpscare.
“You don’t scare easy, do you?” Evandro breathed into her ear.
Joey shivered. She wanted him to do it again. “I’ve watched too many horror films to be easily scared.” she whispered.
A sound of satisfaction escaped from Evandro’s throat—satisfaction in the reaction he had on Joey. She swallowed the increasing amount of saliva that as developing in her mouth. She had to control herself, she wasn’t going to jump on him and fuck him within the first hour she met him. No, she would have to play it safe.
She scooted over close to him so that she could press her left leg against his right leg. Tingles shot up her thighs but she made sure she didn’t show it. Evandro looked down at her with a coy smirk on his firm lips. She smirked back at him and then directed her attention back to the movie.
During the scene of the violent exorcism of Emily Rose, Joey tactfully placed her hand on Evandro’s thigh and clenched. She sucked up some breath, pretending to be frightened. She took pleasure of hearing his own breath stifle at her sudden action. She then looked up at him again with a feigned look of embarrassment as she removed her hand from his thigh. “I’m so sorry…” she whispered.
He roughly grabbed hold of her hand and forced it back onto his femur, sliding it deliberately up and down. When he removed his hand from hers she continued the motion, massaging the hard and solid muscles. Evandro threw his head back with his eyes closed and sighed. “Further.” he murmured.
Joey then took her hand off of him and placed them in her lap. “Not so soon.”
He opened his eyes slightly and threw her a threatening glance—a promising glance. He pressed his body against hers and Joey watched as his large hand slowly crept to her knee. The heat that commenced a few hours ago pulsated within her core. She bit her lip, making sure that she didn’t draw any attention from the scared couple beside her. His long fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh, leaving hot streaks of pleasure. He was just about to go into dangerous territory when the credits rolled up. He quickly removed his hands from her.
The lights were turned back on. Perrie got off of Zayn’s chest. Zayn stretched and looked at his watch. “That was the long ass movie.”
“I wish it was longer.” Evandro commented.
Joey tried to keep a smug grin off her face, resulting in a demented close-lipped smile.
Perrie eyed the two of them with a curious smile. “You two seemed to have hit it off well.” she said while pointing out how their legs were touching.
Joey moved away from him. “He’s fun to be around.”
“I have to say the same for Miss Joanna.” Evandro leered.
Joey had forgotten the sexual attraction she felt towards Zayn. Her mind was engulfed in the alluring Latin accent and the smoldering storm-colored eyes. She knew that this man was attainable, he was available, and he was eager. Just as eager as Joey was. She craved to see his bare torso and the prize that lied underneath those tight trousers.
“Hold still.” Joey grunted.
Harry squeezed tightly onto Zayn’s almost-purple hands and bit his lip. Zayn snorted, taking pleasure in the newbie’s pain.
“There. All done.” Joey said, wiping a drop of sweat from her brow.
Harry gingerly touched the newly inked and slightly raised skin on his arm. He laughed under his breath, a weak smile on his face. “That hurt like a bitch.”
“What’d you expect for your first time?” Joey said, praying to God that no one would turn it into a sexual innuendo.
“That’s what she said.” Harry giggled.
Joey pulled the corners of her lips downward. “That’ll be two hundred pounds.”
Harry fluttered his lashes at Zayn who in return wrinkled his nose up. “No way, mate.”
Harry frowned and reached into his wallet to pull out his credit card. Joey rang him up and then gave him his card back. Harry gave an aggressive handshake to Joey with a panty-dropping smile. “Thanks. Tell Kate I said hello—“
“No. Have a nice day.” Joey said with a tight smile.
Harry stared at her for another second before laughing his way out the door. “Hurry up, Zayn! We’ve got a recording session!”
Zayn leaned into her ear and whispered. “Come over to my place at nine. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Joey nodded her head with a spacey gaze. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”
He winked at her and then jogged his way towards the door, where he hopped into the black van and drove off. She kept her eyes trained on the glass door for God knows how long until Clark placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, jolting her back to reality.
“Did he pull a ‘hey lil mama lemme whisper in yo ear’ move on you?” he asked.
She punched his arm. “No!”
It had been a month and a half since she had the heart-to-heart with Zayn in her apartment. Things were going by smoothly, not only with her relationship with the pop star couple but also with Zayn’s bandmates and work. She was at the top of her game, surpassing Clark in productiveness. She spent a few weekend afternoons playing video games with the One Direction gang and other weekend afternoons partying with Clark and Shela. She was finally returning back to her normal self—her lively self.
What she hadn’t been able to shake was the lingering attraction she felt towards Zayn. No matter what he dressed in, no matter how he looked, Joey was instantly entranced. She didn’t particularly like being reminded of her predicament.
Clark grinned and rubbed his muscled limb. “I’m just teasing. Jesus, woman. Either way, I can definitely see the appeal in that tanned son of a bitch. And he’s flirty too? If he was gay, Joey, I swear to God.”
Joey shook her head. “He isn’t flirty, I just don’t think he understands personal space.”
“Honey, what man who has millions of girls willing to throw their panties at him not know the art of personal space invasion?”
“What?” Joey questioned, confused with his terminology.
“The Art of Personal Space Invasion, hon. It’s when you invade people’s space to make them uncomfortable. You create enough sexual tension to get someone in bed with you. Aladdin may not be trying to get you in bed but he knows what he’s doing.”
Joey shook her head again. “No, he’s not like that. He’s too enamored with Perrie to try to pull stunts like that.”
“You sure about that?”
“Trust me,” Joey said. “You have not seen them when they are together.” Joey sticks her finger in her mouth to simulate throwing up.
“Um, C-Clark?” a very slim and dark skinned boy mumbled.
Clark looks at him with a sultry gaze. “Yes, Derek?”
“There’s a customer. I was wondering if you wanted to…”
Clark scanned the parlor for the manager and then latched onto the younger man’s ass. He leaned in and whispered. “Yes. Bring him over.”
Noises got stuck in Derek’s throat as he awkwardly walked over to direct the customer to Clark.
Clark turned to Joey and winked. “You should try it some time.”
“I’m sure Perrie’s gonna be there!” Joey explained over the phone.
“Masya Allah, Joey!” Shela exclaimed. “Be careful, yeah?”
“I will. I’m here, I’ll talk to you later.” She rushed.
“Don’t do anything stupi—“
Joey ended the call and stuffed her phone in her pocket. She took out the handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her forehead. Despite it being late October, the walk had her work up a sweat. The subway could only take you so far when you had to walk through a neighborhood of mansions. Her whole entire walk through North London was an awkward one. She felt out of place with the gleaming new sports cars and the large swimming pools. When someone looks like they don’t belong in wealthy areas people start to question why they are there. Joey was lucky it was dark.
She gawked at the large mansion before her and suddenly felt insecure about her shabby apartment. Then she had to remind herself that she was a tattoo artist, not a pop sensation.
She rang the doorbell and rocked back and forth on her heels. Perrie answered the door with an elusive smile on her face. “Welcome, darling.”
“Uh, thanks?”
Perrie pulled her inside the house and was greeted with an extra smile than she expected. Though, she wasn’t really complaining. The gorgeous smile belonged to a sun-kissed man with curly dark brown hair. He towered over everyone. Long lean muscles stretched over his arms. His waist was slender and his shoulders were strong. He looked as though he got paid to pose on beaches all day. Joey stopped walking as soon as she saw the god.
“Joanna,” Zayn said. “I’d like you to meet Evandro.”
Evandro as in the Brazilian Clark screwed one time? Joey asked herself.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Joanna.” Evandro purred, his accent seductively present in his voice.
Yep. That’s him. “It’s nice to meet you too. Although, I think I’ve heard of you before.” Joey said with an innocent smile on her lips. She wasn’t going to try to play sexy. Not only was she only wearing a band tee and yoga pants, but her hair was sloppily pulled into a bun.
Evandro raised his thick eyebrows. “Really? How so?”
Perrie discreetly pushed Joey closer to the Brazilian. “Do you know a man named Clark?”
His pale gray eyes lit up. “Why, yes, I do. I take it that he has spoken well of me?”
Joey knew exactly what he was asking. “Yes, he speaks very highly of your expertise.”
He chuckled and tilted his chin up. “Well, any friend of Clark’s is definitely a friend of mine.”
She felt a ball of sweltering heat expand in the pit of her stomach. It leaked further below, making Joey cross her legs tightly.
“Let’s sit down and watch a film, friends!” Zayn said as he ushered Evandro and Joey to his expansive velvet couch. Perrie surfed through the channels until she landed on the Exorcism of Emily Rose.
“
Y’all in the mood for a horror flick?” Perrie asked.
“I’m always in the mood for a horror flick.” Joey said.
The two boys mumbled in agreement. The lights were flicked off, consuming the group of young adults in complete darkness. The only source of light was the digital illumination. Amidst the scenes of distorted demonic faces and bleeding walls, Perrie buried her face into Zayn’s chest. He rubbed her back but his eyes were opened wide and focused, preparing himself for the next jumpscare.
“You don’t scare easy, do you?” Evandro breathed into her ear.
Joey shivered. She wanted him to do it again. “I’ve watched too many horror films to be easily scared.” she whispered.
A sound of satisfaction escaped from Evandro’s throat—satisfaction in the reaction he had on Joey. She swallowed the increasing amount of saliva that as developing in her mouth. She had to control herself, she wasn’t going to jump on him and fuck him within the first hour she met him. No, she would have to play it safe.
She scooted over close to him so that she could press her left leg against his right leg. Tingles shot up her thighs but she made sure she didn’t show it. Evandro looked down at her with a coy smirk on his firm lips. She smirked back at him and then directed her attention back to the movie.
During the scene of the violent exorcism of Emily Rose, Joey tactfully placed her hand on Evandro’s thigh and clenched. She sucked up some breath, pretending to be frightened. She took pleasure of hearing his own breath stifle at her sudden action. She then looked up at him again with a feigned look of embarrassment as she removed her hand from his thigh. “I’m so sorry…” she whispered.
He roughly grabbed hold of her hand and forced it back onto his femur, sliding it deliberately up and down. When he removed his hand from hers she continued the motion, massaging the hard and solid muscles. Evandro threw his head back with his eyes closed and sighed. “Further.” he murmured.
Joey then took her hand off of him and placed them in her lap. “Not so soon.”
He opened his eyes slightly and threw her a threatening glance—a promising glance. He pressed his body against hers and Joey watched as his large hand slowly crept to her knee. The heat that commenced a few hours ago pulsated within her core. She bit her lip, making sure that she didn’t draw any attention from the scared couple beside her. His long fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh, leaving hot streaks of pleasure. He was just about to go into dangerous territory when the credits rolled up. He quickly removed his hands from her.
The lights were turned back on. Perrie got off of Zayn’s chest. Zayn stretched and looked at his watch. “That was the long ass movie.”
“I wish it was longer.” Evandro commented.
Joey tried to keep a smug grin off her face, resulting in a demented close-lipped smile.
Perrie eyed the two of them with a curious smile. “You two seemed to have hit it off well.” she said while pointing out how their legs were touching.
Joey moved away from him. “He’s fun to be around.”
“I have to say the same for Miss Joanna.” Evandro leered.
Joey had forgotten the sexual attraction she felt towards Zayn. Her mind was engulfed in the alluring Latin accent and the smoldering storm-colored eyes. She knew that this man was attainable, he was available, and he was eager. Just as eager as Joey was. She craved to see his bare torso and the prize that lied underneath those tight trousers.
Notes
Hey! I'm not too fond of this chapter but I didn't know how to change it so *shrugs*I will update tomorrow. Please don't forget to comment or rate or subscribe!
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