Skipping out. #wankwednesday

Apologies. If I had more time, I would have wrote more and edited more. Sorry its in the raw form. But I hope you can enjoy it.


Bette doodled on the agenda while trying to look like she was interested. The speaker droned on about the projected outcome of the various plans that had been proposed for the downtown. He had lost her attention when it was obvious he only wanted to talk about the numbers, instead of what the residents wanted.

She drew a rose and twirled the stem around the bottom of the page. She realized she hadn't been paying attention. She looked up. The tattooed man that sat at her table caught her eye. He smirked and rolled his eyes. Then he laid his head to the side for a moment and pretend to sleep. She smirked, and stifled a laugh.

Who was he? She thought. He had joined their table after the speakers had started, after they had to go around each table and introduce each other. The two others; a retired teacher and a doctor, had not seemed interested in her. As soon as she said she own the Ever Tree Gallery, they had a conversation amongst themselves and ignored her.

The speaker stopped talking. They were excused for lunch. Bette grabbed her purse. The tattooed man walked up to her.

"What are you having?" He asked.

"I think they have sandwiches," Bette said. She read his name tag. "Nate?"

"Nate, but everyone calls me Gear." He held out his hand. He wore a silver finger armor on one hand. It looked like a dragon claw.

Bette took his hand. "Bette."

"You look familiar," he said, leaning closer. His dark brown ponytail slipped over his shoulder.

She had to move closer to him as the crowd pushed past to get to the lunch in the next room. "I own Ever Tree Gallery."

Gear snapped his fingers. "That's where. I went there for the last opening you had. You had a friend of mine's stuff up."

"Who?"

"Travis Micheals, he does the branding in my shop."

Bette thought. "Oh, the metal work."

"He makes all the brands." Gear smiled. He had two hoops on his lip.

The crowd thinned out. They walked into the next room. Bette sighed. The included lunch had a small cold cut sandwich and chips with coffee. Gear shook his head.

"You want to get something else?"

"Yeah."

They left the conference room and the hotel. Gear suggested a bar and grill near by. She agreed.

Lunch was good. She had two beers and a swiss mushroom burger. He had a burger called the firehouse with his beer and shot. Gear paid for their lunch, even after she insisted. He grabbed both of their checks before she had a chance to complain.

Bette looked at her watch. "Oh dear."

"What?" Gear asked.

"We have missed the next presentation," she said.

"That conference really sucked balls," Gear said.

Bette nodded. "I know. I can't believe I paid three hundred dollars to listen to a bunch of people talk about what we should do. Instead of talking to the people that have businesses here."

Gear paused. "Speaking of shops, you wanna see mine?"

"Sure."

He pointed across the street. The windows of the shop had been covered with black curtains with tattoo flash painted on them in silver and gold paint. There were bright colored signs in the door way. The largest warned not to allow anyone under the age of eighteen inside.

He held the door open for her. Bette went inside and tried not let her mouth drop open. She had expected a dank, dark place. Instead it was bright, potted plants and artwork lined the waiting area. The tattoo flash lined large panels that could be moved like a large book.

"Wow," Bette said.

"Nice?" Gear asked.

"Cleaner than I expected."

Gear made a motion like an arrow hit his heart. "Oh! That hurt."

She giggled.

He motioned with his finger. "The big tour."

Bette followed him through the shop. He showed her the tattoo gun and inks, where people got branded and scarred. She did like the different jewelry for the piercings. She flipped through the book showing different types of piercings that they would do. She got to the genital piercing and gasped.

"I have seen one on the tip of some guys penis, but never this many," she said.

Gear looked over her shoulder. "Yeah, that one is over kill. I don't think he can get it up anymore. One is okay. Some ladies like it."

"Really?"

He nodded. "You want something to drink?"

"Sure." She put the book down.

"My apartment is upstairs, if you don't mind."

Bette bit her lip. If he wasn't cute under the piercings and the tattoos she would have said no.

He led her to the back of the store and unlocked a door marked private. They went upstairs. He opened the door to his apartment. Bette went inside. Gear shut the door behind him. He pointed to a bar.

"I mix a mean bloody mary," he said.

"I don't like those. Vodka and orange juice?"

"Sure."

Bette sat down on the couch. She looked around. He had some really nice pieces of art on the walls. Gear came back with the drinks. They talked and drank for awhile. Gear brushed her hair out of her face with the finger armor, the tip of it scratched her cheek. It didn't hurt, but surprised her. She gasped.

"You liked that?" Gear asked. He ran it down her neck.

She shuddered. "Yes."

He slid the finger armor to the back of her neck. He pressed the tip at the base of her skull. He pulled her closer. Gear kissed her. Bette let his tongue slide into her mouth. The stud on his tongue surprised her. He cupped her breast with his other hand. He ran his thumb over her nipple through her shirt and bra. He pulled away from the kiss, but did not stop with his thumb.

"I couldn't resist," he said.

"You surprised me," Bette said.

He slid the finger armor around her neck. "Take off your shirt."

Bette paused. The finger armor pressed into her skin.

"Or do you want me to take it off?" He asked.

Bette unbuttoned then removed her shirt. Gear undid her bra and threw it across his room. He ran the tip of the armor around her nipple. "A nice bar would look good here," he said.

"Really?" She slid her hand down to his waist. She felt how tight his pants had gotten.

He pushed her against the couch. He kissed her breasts, sucking and licking the nipples. She undid the button on his pants, then unzipped them. He reached behind and pushed his pants down. Gear playfully bit her nipple.

"Do you think they miss us?" Gear asked while he reached under her skirt to pull off her panty hose and underwear.

"I don't think so," Bette said.

He looked at his watch. "We can have a quickie and catch the next speaker. Or take it slow and come back just in time for the networking."

Bette grasped his crotch. "Or stay here and go back tomorrow for the second day?"

He knelt on the floor in front of her, spreading her legs. "Or maybe skip that too."

She laid back while he started to work his lips and tongue on her. Bette grasped the throw pillow behind her. This was the best conference she had ever gone to.