Too high, can't come down

Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round

Do you feel me now?

It was late in the bar. Most of the customers were already gone or too wasted to be able to leave by themselves. In those circumstances, you either had to wake them up or call the police so they could escort them outside of your establishment.

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slippin' under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic?

And I love what you do

The song playing on the radio was one of your favorites, and as you cleaned the counters waiting for the closing time to arrive, you couldn’t help but sway your hips to the rhythm of the 2000 song. It was one of those nights where nothing really happened and the money was good. Plus, it was Friday, and every Friday at the end of your shift…

“Alright. It’s almost 10 pm. It’s a one time thing, you know that, right?”

It was only the start of the weekend, and oh were you waiting with excitement for what would come…

“Yeah, I know Geri,” you winked at the woman that just entered the bar. There were only two customers left, so you walked to them and woke them, both leaving without a hitch. Once you got alone with the tattoo artist, you flashed her a smile. “Alright, let me just clean that on the floor…”

It was on purpose and started a week ago. You were working, as usual, and your friend just entered your bar to order her favorite beverage. As you mixed the cocktail for her, you dropped your pen and had to bend over to pick it up, not paying attention to the very short dress you were wearing, accidently flashing everyone sitting at the counter behind you. Geri included. And once you turned over, it was to see all the men and her, coughing, blushing and looking away. You got someone whistling at you, but you were used to it and ignored the man. No, your attention was elsewhere, right at the beautiful woman waiting for her amaretto sour.

A couple of other “incidents” had you bend over after that. It was just to be sure you saw it right, and once you got your confirmation…

“Here we go,” you said once the tiniest dirty spot was cleaned. You turned towards her. 

Her cheeks were red, her eyes immediately changing direction once you met her gaze. 

“Okay, I accepted to tattoo you here, so let’s get to it. Where do you want it?” She asked, placing her material on one of the tables.

“Wait, before we start, I should clean the table, for yanno, hygiene and stuff, right?” You pondered, finger softly taping on your lips. Geri sighed and rolled her eyes, gesturing you to do your tasks so she could do hers.

Taking all of your time, you walked to your counter to grab another tissue and a mix of water and soap in a spray bottle, purposely bending over the counter to get the items. 

“Why don’t you walk around the counter?” You could hear her ask behind you and you faked struggling to reach the stuff. You could hear it in her voice, how flustered she was. And oh boy, you barely started.

“Faster this way,” you answered, finally taking the items. Winking at her, you walked to the table and started cleaning it, bending just enough for your cleavage to be on full display right in her sight. “There we go, nice and clean,” you nodded, placing your hands on your hips to look at the now cleaned table. 

“Okay, so we can start now?” She asked, and when you glanced at her, she turned her head away immediately. Her hand massaged her neck and you could see how hard she swallowed her saliva.

“Sure,” you replied, naively walking towards her. “Oh damn!” You exclaimed as water was poured on your white shirt. “How clumsy I am! I didn’t close the lid correctly, now I’m soaked…” You pouted, looked at the mess and dared to glance subtly at her.

Geri was sitting on the edge of her chair, just like she was ready to leave very quickly, or like she just sat on a sharp pin or something. She wasn’t saying anything, but you knew that in her head, the clogs were spinning really quickly.

Without saying anything, you removed your shirt and threw it behind the counter.

“What are you doing?” She seemed to get her voice back. Well, almost. It was shaking and rough and a little higher pitched than usual.

“Well, I’m not gonna keep that shirt on, it’s soaked,” you shrugged. At the same time, you casually started to remove your bra like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Wait wait!” She exclaimed, and just like that, Geri was in front of you, stopping you from continuing. “Why are you removing that?!”

“My tattoo,” you said, meeting her gaze. You left your head down and looked at her through your lashes. “I want it…” Taking her hand, you guided it until it brushed the cup of your bra and trailed her fingers until they touched beneath your breasts. “I want it under my boobs,” you smiled at her, knowing exactly what you were doing.

Geri seemed to know as well, because next thing, you were pinned to the wall, your mouth stuck to hers, having the most heated and perfect kiss you ever had. She squeezed your breast and you gasped against her mouth as your hands explored her body like she was a sculpture made by Gods for only you to touch. She was fucking perfect.

“I know what you’re doing, Y/n,” Geri broke the kiss and looked down at you. She was taller, yes, but it was the way she was looking at you that made you feel so small, so vulnerable, so… submissive… “Teasing me like that… Fuck, did you know how bad I was restraining myself? Everytime… Everyone stared, and everytime…” Warm, soft breath tickled your ear as she got her mouth closer. The rest was only a whisper, but yet, it was the clearest and hottest thing you ever heard. “Everytime I came back home, I came back home with my panties soaked…”

A whole body shiver took hold of you then and you moaned softly at only her words. You could feel the arousal already filling your underwear as well, your fingers squeezing the part of her body you were currently holding, her hips. Geri bit your ear and pulled on it softly, and another moan left your mouth. “God…”

“Tell me, baby… What do you want now that you have my attention?” She moved to your neck next, her nose brushing against the most sensitive part of your body. 

“Everything,” you whimpered. “All of you.”

“You got me baby… Do you feel me now?”