Kapri's P.O.V
I just stare at my job like it's the worse thing I can possibly go to. Probably because it was. I hated where I worked. Absolutely despised it with a gloriously petty passion. I hated my boss. I hated the dumbass owners. I hated my coworkers. All three of them get under my skin so much, I might as well be that bitch from the Perfection. Btw 10 out of 10. Would reccommend. Great horror movie.
But that's besides the point, the point is I have to work with all these assholes all day every day. And I do not want to. Not even in the slightest. But because I love tattooing and getting paid I reluctantly make my way to the entrance of my horrible job. Justa as I enter my boss April immediately has something to say. "Why you always sit outside in ur car looking miserable before you come in?" She had such a horrible attitude in her voice.
She must forget that I'm a woman too, so it's not like I wont knock her teeth in talking to me like that. "I just love my job April" I say without even making eye contact as I make my way to my office. "Don't be a sarcastic asshole! I could write you up for that!" I just wave her off. April wasn't gone do shit. Ever since I found out she had been sleeping with the married owner, she been real careful of what she says and does to me.
Because I'm one unfair writeup away from airing out this bitch and her side nigga's business. But I haven't yet cus that aint got nothing to do with me. To calm my already ticked off nerves I decide to sketch the most delicous thing on planet Earth in my sketchbook. What is the most delicious thing on planet Earth you ask? Women. Black women.
With curves for day bent painfully to my will. Only allowed to scream in unimagineable pain and pleasure as I tease them relentlessly. A little pinch here. A little poke there. All just for her to cry out in bliss when she reaches her climax for the fifth, maybe sixth time. Oh it would be wonderful to have a beautiful woman to torture right now.
It would definitely make me feel better. Maybe I should visit the club tonight and find a temporary partner for the evening. Maybe Ava? Or Chanel? Yes, Chanel would do nicely. I always enjoy the chase of making her submit to my will. I look down to see that my sketch of beautiful lady had become a portrait of a naked black woman, tied up in bondage with nowhere to hide.
There was nothing left to the imagination, as I had even sketched her vagina to be wet and her nipples erect. Man I am really good at drawing naked kinky ladies. "The fuck is you doing?" Suddenly my sketchbook is snatched from my hands and held high above my head by no other than the grand high bitch herself (or grand bitchness if you prefer) Charm. Jesus Christ, save me from this giantess. I do not like her, which is rare because I love a stud whos taller than me.
But no. Not Charm. Hated her. We never really got along since the first time we met. Something about studs hating other studs. I dont know. I just like giving studs head, what do I know. Anyway, we never got along. Our personalities clashed and we both happen to be hotheaded petty bitches so obviously a beautiful fruitful and fullfilling relationship flourished between us...
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NOT! We hate eachother. We have fought in the shop and out of the shop 4 times already. And I have lost every single one. I aint gone lie. That bitch is strong and a previous MMA fighter. I aint never gone win. But do I still be up in her face like I'm bout to rock this bitch every time we get into it? Yes, yes I am. Momma aint raise no bitch.
"Come on Charm, give me my shit back!" I reach for my sketchbook but Charm just holds it above my head. She's laughing and it's pissing me off. "Charm we aint in fucking highschool! Give me my shit back!" Charm just laughs and runs around my office knocking down my shit as she keeps my sketchbook away from me.
"You know Kapri, remember the other day when you broke my glass water bottle? Well its payback bitch." Then I watch in horror as Charm's petty ass ruins my sketchbook by ripping all the pages out and spilling some of my tattoo ink onto them. I. WAS. PISSED. Like I spent so much time on that sketchbook and I would have to start all over again!
"Charm, what the absolute FUCK is wrong with you? If don't sit your ass down somewhere right now!" Charm's eyes go wide and she just sits her ass down in the seat I use for clients. She and I were doubly surprised that she actually listened to me. I pace around the office weighing my options. Charm was just fearfully watching me, awaiting my wrath.
I kinda like it. Maybe I can get her to clean this mess up. "Clean this shit up Charm." Charm starts to say something but the look in my eye immediately stops her in her tracks. She grabs the cleaning supplies I have in a bucket and gets to cleaning up all her mess. "Good. I dont know what the fuck is wrong with you, but I am not the one. You gone stop doing this petty shit, you understand me?"
Charm just keeps her eyes on the floor and nods enthusiastically. "I cant fucking hear you." "Y- yes." I watch Charm as she picks up my ruined sketchbook papers. I was still seething angry, but watching her do my bidding made it better. I never knew dear Charm had submissive tendencies. It almost made me forgive her since she seemed so cute.
Charm picked up a a sketch that wasn't entirely ruined. Her face immediately told me all I needed to know. I stood up and walked behind her kneeling down and get all upin her ear, "You like what you see?" Charm shivers as she jumps away from me. "You should have just minded your business and left my shit alone."
I run my hand up her back and grab a fistful of her hair pulling it up so that she was facing me. "Be a good girl and let me do to u whats on that page." I take it from her and see that its a sketch of a woman being fingered as she's tied up to expose her honey pot. I couldn't do the tieing up part but I could finger her relentlessly. As a punishment.
"You gone let me do this to you?" I look into her eyes and can see the indecisiveness in her eyes. The hesitation, and the desire. Oh the desire in her eyes. It's just like she wants me to ravage her. I want to do what her heart desires. "N-no. You cant" I get real close to her face and she purses her lips. I smile sweetly at her. "When you are ready, come to me and I'll do whatever you like me to."
"Okay... can you please let go of me?" I let go of her hair and watch as she finishes cleaning before shuffling out of the room quickly. Poor little thing. It should be fun to mess with her, I think I quite like her submissive side.
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Welcome back to Flashlight Loveliess!!! I'm so happy to be writing for this book again. It's gonna be a fast paced book. Next xhapter you get your first smut scene. As you can see things have been changed but it still matches the old book quite well. I think the writing is significantly better as well.
Question: Whats you favorite horror movie
Mine is Train to Busan. God I love that movie. So good. You should totally watch it.
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