Page 140 of Forgotten Comeback
Another big grin. “Yeah, I’m happy.”
“Good for fucking you,” he drawls exactly like his twin.
“You and John freak me out sometimes,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry about what happened to you as a kid,” he says softly. “We fucked up, and that’s on me and John.”
“It’s alright,” I say, stopping myself from hugging him; Inferno doesn’t like people touching him. “We’re all good. Hey, wait a second. If you haven’t talked to John, then how do you know about that?” My eyes wide, I whisper vehemently, “Did you bug the trailer? You’d better not even think about doing that to my girl’s place.”
“I’d never think of doing such a thing. First door on the right.” He walks off.
Only after he’s gone do I realize he didn’t answer me.
Chapter
Fifty-Three
Taylor
“Baby, I need to get back to the bar. Why don’t you join me when you’re finished?” Gavin tells me as I move the paintbrush in long strokes, creating black “zebra” stripes over the white base coat on the model’s chest. Gavin and I agreed that my hands aren’t touching any body parts, so good to go.
Zebras. Lions. Cheetahs. Flamingos. An artistic menagerie of exotic animals.
“Sounds good,” I tell him, still focused on my work.
Gavin gives me directions to the bar and a quick kiss before he walks out, and I return my undivided attention to my “medium.”
“With all due respect, ma’am, your boyfriend is a hottie.” The model whistles.
“He is, but don’t tell him that.” I smile, adding another stripe across the model’s stomach.
“Not that your face card isn’t lethal.”
“Aww, that’s something you can tell me, over and over,” I joke.
“Girl, I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you. That man’s down bad.”
My heart’s suddenly pounding like a drum, that foreboding feeling back with a vengeance. “This is my first time working one of these parties. What is your job?” I change the subject to a safer topic.
“Uh, I’m a zebra?”
“Got that much.” I chortle.
“Tonight’s spotlight fetish is pet play, and I’m one of the animals in the petting zoo. Patrons can touch,ifI allow it. There are a couple of regulars who have a humiliation kink, and those get turned down in a really loud and messy way,” he explains.
“Hum, I’m not familiar with pet play,” I admit, moving the paintbrush bristles in the last of the body paint.
“It’s not my favorite, but I’m an exhibitionist, so as long as I’m performing for an audience, I’m game.”
It’s not the performance aspect that gets me going with public sex, but the element of danger. The thrill that someone might catch us.
Gavinhasbrought some much needed excitement to my life. A smile stretches across my face.
“Girl, please put on a show with your boyfriend. Let me live vicariously through you,” he begs.
I snort a laugh, finishing up the last stripe. “There you go, Zebra.”
He examines my work in the mirror. “You’re crazy talented.”
