Short Stories

Customer service 🔞

Ah, another day filled with the whimsy of autumn. I, Reu, sat at my desk, lost in my creative world, sketching new designs for my tattoo.

The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm golden hue on the room.

As I delicately traced the lines of my latest creation, the creak of the door interrupted my concentration. I looked up, my eyes meeting the sight of a strikingly handsome hunk entering the room. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but think, "A new customer, perhaps?"

With a confident stride, he made his way towards me, his presence commanding attention. I stood up, my curiosity piqued, eager to greet this mysterious newcomer.

His features were chiseled, his eyes a mesmerizing shade of deep, mysterious blue. A rugged stubble adorned his strong jawline, adding an air of rugged charm to his already captivating appearance. His dark hair fell effortlessly, tousled in a way that hinted at a carefree spirit.

As our eyes met, a spark seemed to ignite between us, an unspoken connection that sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze held a mix of curiosity and intrigue, as if he had stumbled upon something rare and beautiful.

With a voice that carried a hint of huskiness, he spoke, his words laced with a touch of mystery. "I've heard from Kelly that you're the best in town. I'm looking for something unique, something that reflects my spirit."

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, my creative energy surging in response to his words. "Well, you've come to the right place." I replied, my voice filled with a mixture of confidence and excitement.

I asked him, "Do you have any ideas for your tattoo?" He replied with a very unexpected answer.

"Nothing in particular. My body is your canvas feel free to draw what you like but remember it should be unique. I don't like to have the same things as others."

"Noted sir. So where do you want to get this tattoo sir?" My eyes widened as the customer confidently removed his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest that seemed to glisten in the soft glow of the tattoo parlor. My mind raced to capture this steamy scene in front of me. I was getting aroused by the thought of touching that abs of his. I looked down and my member was already standing all high...and tight.

My heart was racing as I handed the form to the customer, trying to calm his racing thoughts after being captivated by Lon's undeniable hotness. As Lon took the pen in his hand, Reu couldn't help but steal glances, his eyes tracing the lines of Lon's face and the way his fingers delicately held the pen.

The room seemed to grow still as Lon began filling out the form.

I turned over to hide this temptation and walked to get a form for him to fill out.

My gaze was fixated on the movement of the customer's hand, the pen gliding effortlessly across the paper. Each stroke seemed to hold a certain grace, as if Customer's presence alone imbued even the simplest actions with a touch of elegance.

My mind wandered, imagining what it would be like to touch his hand, to feel the warmth and strength that emanated from him. He quickly snapped back to reality, realizing that he needed to focus on his professional duties.

But the allure of that Customer's presence lingered in the air, a tantalizing reminder of the undeniable chemistry that seemed to crackle between them.

As he finished filling out the form, I read his name, "Lon." Before I could react I realised I read it out loud. Lon handed it back to me, our hands briefly brushing against each other. The brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, leaving him momentarily breathless.