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"Wow, this actually hurts."
Harley exhales, lets her head fall back and her fingers curl into her mini skirt. It might've been her imagination – because Harley has a lot of that – but she thinks her tattoo artist's eyes flickered toward the sliver of panties she's revealing.
"This your first rodeo?"
Naughty lady. Shouldn't be talking about rodeos when Harley's trying very hard not to squirm.
"Yeah. I'm used to a little pain though. Thought I'd be okay."
"Masochist, are ya?" Lawton smirks, thumb grazing Harley's sensitized skin. "Thigh's always a bitch. You're not the first to complain."
Harley nods, biting her lips and kinda wishing Lawton's hands would travel farther north. But no, they're steady at work, holding her in place.
This sting's zipping straight to Harley's cunt and to think it could be days until she'd see her puddin' again is pure agony. Harley'd been hoping the other woman would've been keen on accompanying her to the appointment so she could hover around the studio and make the artist uncomfortable. Lawton would be touching her after all and she better not do it inappropriate-like.
But, as usual, J had other plans, ones not involving Harley. Which is fine. Except, Harley'd be crazy with need by the time she returns.
She's halfway there already. With every scrape against her skin the need to finger Lawton's thick strands rises until her knuckles ache from clutching her skirt.
"Need a break?"
"I'm good," Harley grunts. The sooner they're done here, the better.