Page 72 of Rider Daddies
She’s not even on the table yet andalreadyshe’s being a cocktease. Those booty cheeks know exactly what they’re doing.
Luciaknows exactly what she’s doing.
Ash unlocks the tattoo parlor, the wooden door creaking open.
Lucia pinches her nose. “Gross, it’s so dusty in here…and what’s that strong smell?”
“Antiseptic?”
“You guys didn’t strike me as germaphobes, no offense.”
“No,” Ash says. “But infections through needle sharing can be very damaging.”
Lucia takes a step in as we flick on the lights.
There isn’t much to the place, aside from ink cartridges, a prideful American flag pinned to the wall, and a table—the one Lucia is about to be laid out on.
Why the fuck are we always doing shit to her on tables?
“You mentioned that the tattoo goes on my ass cheek?”
“Correct,” Ash says. “This is your final chance to back out.”
“Question.” Lucia sits on the edge of the table and narrows her eyes at us. “What if I break the rule? What if I sleep with another man and break this so-called code of conduct?”
“We murder him,” Ryder says in the most serious voice ever.
Lucia watches him, waiting for his face to lighten so she knows he’s making a joke.
Strap yourself in, sweetheart. You’ll be waiting all night.
“And what would happen to me?” she asks.
Ryder and I turn to Ash, consulting the unofficial boss. He gives a subtle shake of his head and turns to Lucia. “Then you’re out of the club.”
“Sounds like an easy way out on my end.”
Is her plan tonight to torment, tease, or both? If she carries on this way, we’ll be taping her mouth.
“God, what’s the matter with you three tonight? Lighten up. Isn’t this supposed to be fun?”
Fun for her, yes.
Uson the other hand? Not so much. I don’t think she realizes just how much of a hold she has on us. I already have a semijust from looking at her. Under the soft overhead lighting, her breasts look like buried, golden treasure.
And fuck, I can’t wait to unbox and see what’s inside.
“I guess this is the part where I take off my panties.”
“No.” Ash raises his hand to stop her. “Just the shorts.”
Lucia stands up without a moment’s hesitation and shimmies the denim down her leg.
Fuck. My cock is already throbbing at the sight of her. She’s making quite the show of it, twirling the shorts around her finger before launching them into the air.
Best striptease I’ve ever seen.
And she’s not even naked.
