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"Almost done here."
Harley nods, breathing deep. The machine's whirring electrifies every inch of her skin. She grips the edges of her seat, suppressing the urge to buck into it, but still twitching a little at times.
Her initial inclination toward Lawton has evolved into extreme need and she isn't sure if it's the curious pain, the inability to flee, the hours spent in close proximity, or a combination of all three. It doesn't matter. She needs. End of story.
By the time Lawton's wrapped her up in cellophane, Harley can't walk straight anymore. But she does manage to follow the other woman to the small restroom in the back through sheer willpower.
"Like it okay?" Lawton asks, drying her hands. The glint in her eyes doesn't escape Harley.
Lounging against the doorframe, Harley lifts her knee and digs her heel into the opposite wall, blocking the exit. Lawton raises an eyebrow, but her attention is trained on Harley's leg, eyes traveling up the whole length to make up for the lack of touch.
"Love it," Harley purrs and hikes up her skirts to show off her new ink. Lawton rubs her chin as Harley's hands slide lower. She's swollen, drenched and aching, and it feels so good to finally let loose.
Lawton stares at Harley's fingers for a moment, before she leans close, murmuring, "This ain't somethin' I usually do with my clients."
"You don't have to do anything. Just watch."
"Okay." Lawton smirks. "But don't expect a discount."