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pats me on the back before walking behind the counter.
    “No worries, babe. If you need anything you just let me know.”
    Nodding my head and throwing her a wink, I turn and walk back down the hallway to my room.
    As I pass the office, I see Daulton wiping his jeans off with a towel and mumbling under this breath.
    The stupid asshole needs to leave me the hell alone with all this going out and shit. I don’t need to get wasted and fuck random chicks to have a good time.
    Letting out a heavy sigh, I think about the last thought that skimmed through my mind. I don’t remember the last time I let myself go and enjoy the company of another woman.
    Fuck!
    For the last few weeks, I’ve found myself drowning in self pity and jerking myself off to just get a release.
    I hate to say it, but maybe I do  need to go out and have a good time.  Maybe I need a hot needy cunt to get me out of this bullshit I’m in. 
    Not like Daulton knows what’s best for me, but the guy has a good point. Maybe tonight I’ll see what he’s up to and actually go along with the flow.
    I mean, what the hell; it couldn’t hurt, right?
     

 
    Chapter 4
    Today flies by with no drama in the shop. I’ve kept to myself in the back room most of the afternoon while filling in the color on Trenton’s sleeve.
    I’m thankful for the distraction of today’s client. The last thing I need is for Daulton and the guys to come back and tell me about their fucks from last night.
    I know I need to get out, have fun, and let go. In order for me to let go, I need to be doing something other than getting wasted with the guys. I need a release that they’re not able to give me.
    I pick up the drawings that Trenton left behind and wonder when I’m going to get all these tats done. Just when I think we’re finishing one, he’s brings in a few more he wants done right away. Shit, I can live off of his business alone.
    He’s a big-ass dude with arms the size of my legs. This piece is something we’ve been working on for the past few weekends, and I’m hoping to have the finishing touches done by his next visit.
    My eyes are burning and my head is still pounding; there’s not enough Red Bull and Tylenol to make this headache go away.
    I busy myself around the room and can hear the guys’ loud mouths coming from their rooms while I try to hurry up and get the hell out of here.
    As I’m cleaning up my station and getting ready to head out, I hear the sound of Jo’s five-inch heels clicking against the tile floor through the hallway.
    I look up just as she swings her petite figure into my room.
    She stands before me watching as I clean up, a smile across her face, but not a word is said.
    It’s become normal for her and I to be in the same room and not speak. We’ve worked together for years; in fact, she started working for Cricket shortly after I did.  At times we’re so in sync with one another that our expressions and body language can do all the talking for us. 
    Her bright red dress catches my eye. I don’t know how I missed it earlier, but she looks amazing. My eyes run from her killer heels up her smooth legs to her perfectly shaped hips. My eyes linger around her waist as I begin to follow her curves to her tits, her neck, and finally letting my eyes set on hers.
    A small smile spreads across her lips and I can’t help but think about them wrapped around my cock, sucking me off like she’s done so many times before. I can feel the discomfort begin to grow as my dick presses against the zipper of my jeans.
    Trying to hide my now tented crotch, I move to reposition myself so that I’m more comfortable.
    I need to get laid, it’s been too long.
    Jo clears her throat and I snap out of my trance. I blink my eyes a few times without looking like a complete fool and stare into hers.
    Her smile turns into a smirk as she begins to walk toward me.
    “Hey, babe,” she whispers while running her