I step out of my office, heading down to the parking garage.. I check my watch, sighing. It's been a long night. I grab my phone, answering it as it rings.

　　"This is Jasmine," I say quietly, looking over my shoulder.

　　Who is that? Did I see someone or am I just going crazy?

　　My assistant starts briefing me for tomorrow, but I pause.

　　"Who's there?" I call, frowning, reaching into my purse.

　　Somebody about to get shot—

　　"Didn't mean to scare you, sorry." A deep voice comes from the corner. He's not dressed for business.

　　I narrow my eyes at he steps into the light, he's tall, his body covered in tattoos, and...piercings.

　　"I see, are you...lost?" I ask.

　　His lips tug up, as he looks down at himself. "I see why you think that. But no. I'm just on my way home. Sorry to startle you."

　　He starts walking away. What is he doing here? He doesn't work here, I know that.

　　"I'm sorry, did you just come out of this building?" I call out.

　　He paused, looking back at me. "I told you, I'm sorry for scaring you. I'll be on my way—"

　　"It's just I know who works here. I'm the last one out."

　　He turns around, smirking. "If you think I'm some sorta criminal, maybe you should just get in ya car and leave," he puts his hands in his pockets, pulling out a cigarette. "'Stead of grilling me about I'm where I'm s'posed to be."

　　He smiles, cocking his head. "Sound like a plan?"

　　I know this motherfucker isn't talking to me. He must've lost his goddamn mind.

　　"Maybe instead of loitering, where you don't belong, you should just go to where you're supposed to be." I shoot back. "Which I know for a fact is not here."

　　He eyes me up and down. "Yeah, sure thing, sweetheart. 'Cept I was doing that, and you flagged me down. What? Daddy own the building or something?" He laughs,.

　　I frown. "Well no ones stopping you, so go on about your business."

　　"Sure thing, babe, sure thing. You should really stop interrogating criminals though," he tosses his cigarette aside. "Daddy's money can't buy a bullet outta ya body y'know. You should be careful."

　　"So you admit you're a criminal,"

　　He says nothing, just laughing as he walks away. Fucking asshole. Whatever. I'll just have security keep an eye out.

　　I get into my car, starting the drive home.

　　My phone rings again, I answer it, keeping my eyes on the road.

　　"Jas!" My cousin shouts through my speakers. I wince, turning my volume down.

　　"Yeah, what's up?"

　　"Are you free? Please tell me you're free?"

　　"I just got off work, what do you need?"

　　"So there's this fine ass—"

　　I roll my eyes. Here we go. Here we go with the bullshit.

　　"And he invited me to a party, but he wants me to bring a friend, so that his friend can have some company."

　　"I just worked a 12 hour shift. I want to go home, and sleep not comfort some ugly ass friend. And we're cousins not friends bitch, so you called the wrong number."

　　"Jasmine! He's not ugly! Just come hang. Just long enough for me to get some D don't do me like this. Best friend? My favorite cousin in the world—"

　　"Tasha, I really do not—"

　　"I'll do whatever you want. I'll owe you! I'll owe you a solid. He sent me some pics and it's big. Girl please. I love you."

　　I roll my eyes. "You have ten minutes to get in his pants, do you hear me? Ten minutes and I'm leaving. And if his friend touches me, I'm going to embarrass all of you."

　　"I love you so much!" She squeals. "Don't worry men are easy whores! I'll have him in my car in less than ten I promise."

　　I sigh. "Send me the address. And it better be good for the both of us, I don't have time for this bullshit. Tell me all the details after okay?"

　　"You got it sis!"

　　Tasha hangs up, and I start navigating to the address she sent me. I really don't wanna go but she's been hung up on her ugly ass ex, and this is better than her calling that bum.

　　Maybe I'll just go in late tomorrow. Just once.

　　I get to the club, paying the entrance fee, hurriedly locating Tasha. She's loud so it's not hard.

　　"Jas you made it! Come here, come here!@

　　She grabs me pushing me toward the two men who were talking. They're both tall, and handsome, but the one with the tattoos is sexy. Haven't I seen that tattoo before?

　　He turns around looking at me. Then he smiles. "Well, if it isn't Daddy's girl."

　　My eye twitches. "You know what, no—"

　　Tasha pinches me gently. "Please," she whispers. "Just play nice for a few minutes."

　　I sigh, sitting down at the bar next to the asshole.

　　He looks at me amused. "Oh? You won't speak?"

　　I glance at him. "I'm going to be here for ten minutes. I'm gonna drink in silence. Thanks."

　　He stares at me, saying nothing for a while. "What's your name? At least tell me that."

　　"I'm Jasmine," I take a drink the bartender slides me.

　　He reaches over, grabbing my drink. "You don't wanna do that, Mini. He's kinda sketchy. Lingers on the drink all weird and shit."

　　"And you're not kinda sketchy?" I ask, now focusing in on the bartender. He is kinda weird though. Guess my drink is out.

　　"I'm just saying. I'd order a coke or something if I were you. Cans, yknow. They're closed."

　　I glance at his drink. "I see."

　　He shrugs, noticing. "Hey, I don't wanna get taken advantage of either. It's not like date rape drugs only work in women's drinks."

　　I nod. "So why are you here if this place is so sketchy?"

　　He sighed. "My friend really wants to get in your friends pants. Like bad. Surprised he's not humping her leg like a fuckin' mutt," he says crudely, chuckling.

　　He looks over at his friend. "Not that he's far off as it is. Just here to support a friend. What about you mini?"

　　"My name is Jasmine."

　　"I heard. I'm Travis by the way. Nice to meet ya."

　　I sigh. Well, at least he's not so bad. A little crude, but not creepy, and that's the least I can hope for.

　　"So..." he trails, licking his lip. His tongue ring glints in the light. I look away. "You work at that place? Whaddya do?"

　　"Business," I shrug.

　　"Oh yeah, no shit, Miss. I meant like your job title."

　　I sigh. "What about you. Where are you employed, Travis?"

　　He purses his lips. "Ah, a little place. Don't make as much as you, though, Miss."

　　Yeah, no doubt.

　　"I see. Did it hurt?" I gesture toward him.

　　"What?" He lets his tongue hang out of his mouth. That should not be attractive. "That? No. Not really. I actually do it for a living. If you want, you can come to my shop. I'll pierce whatever ya want."

　　I chuckle. "I'm scared of needles."

　　He swings around. "You? Scared? I don't see it. Tell ya what, whenever I see beautiful skin, I wanna tat it up. Come in one day. I'll sketch something for you. It's not so bad, promise."

　　Did he just call my beautiful? I purse my lips hiding my smile.

　　"Well, if it's just a sketch..."

　　He claps. "Perfect! I'm gonna come up with something good for ya," he grabs my hand, turning it over, "Something to go right here," his thumb brushes the inside of my wrists.

　　I watch him carefully. He narrows his eyes. "Think it'll be a really good spot for you. Maybe something small, so you can hide if ya want. Whaddya think?"

　　I swallow. It's just a finger. Calm the fuck down, Jasmine.

　　"Isn't that area sensitive?"

　　He smirks. "Well...a little. But if you rub it the right way it won't hurt. Just a little sting. A little pain is nice," he winks, chuckling.

　　I clear my throat. "You're an artist. I wouldn't have pegged you as one."

　　"Oh you're into that? I mean I don't have to bring my pen—"

　　"Wait what?"

　　He looks away. "I think we're talking 'bout two different things. Anyway," he goes into his jacket. "Here's my card if you wanna stop by. Your friends gone, so mission accomplished, Miss."

　　He stands. "I can walk you to ya car if you want?"

　　"It's okay."

　　"Well it's on the way," he shrugs, "if you're going that way."

　　I stand, walking next to him out the door.

　　"It's crazy how well you walk in those. They're high." He nods to heels.

　　I nod. "Yeah I grew up on heels. I can do anything in them."

　　"Anything?"

　　I quirk a brow. "Yeah, anything."

　　He laughs, looking me up and down. "Damn. Okay. Look, uh, my numbers on that card too. Just in case."

　　I smile. "Are you...flirting with me?"

　　He grins. He has pretty dimples. "Been doing it all night. Since the parking garage actually. Figured either you were ignoring me or you were taken."

　　"I don't take hints well, sorry." I sigh. "Well, I'm not taken, but I'm always busy. But maybe I'll come by your shop one day. You've intrigued me."

　　I get to my car. He pulls out a cigarette.

　　"Those are bad for you," I remark.

　　He glanced up, putting it out, instead putting his hands in his pocket. "Well, Miss, you have a good night. Drive safely."

　　I start my car, noting that he hasn't walked away.

　　"Hey, you were walking before, and you're not going to your car now. You got a ride?"

　　He smiles. "I do, but I like walking. Don't worry, my cars parked out back. Don't want drunk assholes coming out the front to piss and puke on it."

　　I crinkle my nose. "Okay. Do you...do you want a ride to your car?"

　　"Nah, sweetheart, I'm fine. Can handle myself, I swear."

　　I swallow.

　　"If you wanna fuck just say that. You don't gotta stall, sweetheart, we can lean the seat back if you want."

　　Well...that's forward. "Um..."

　　He chuckles. "It's fine either way, Miss."

　　"I don't make a habit of sleeping with strangers."

　　He shrugs. "Then why're you lingering? Go on. Go home. Drive safe."

　　I blink. He laughs. "How bout this? You don't gotta sleep with me. I'll give you a free trial of my tongue ring, no strings attached."

　　He flicks out his tongue. "If you have time."

　　"I can make time," I swallow.

　　He laughs, I unlock my car, and he gets in, leaning the seat all the way back.

　　Am I really doing this? You know what? Yes. Worst comes to worst, I'll grab my glock out of my purse and cap him.

　　Yeah...that's always an option.

　　I climb over the seat, getting on his lap. Am I doing this for real? I mean can I—

　　He pulls me up, sitting me on his face. Oh shit. Oh shit.

　　He flicks his tongue out, the cold of the metal of his piercing against my clit, warm ness of his mouth on me. Holy fuck. Oh shit. He starts working his mouth into me, making me see stars. His hands grip my ass tightly, as he pulls me against his mouth deeper, his tongue pulsating into me, going slow, and then speeding up.

　　He pulls back after the first time I came. I thought it was over. But he dives back in, devouring me. I duck his face frantically, reaching my high for the second time.

　　He goes in for more but I have to stop him. I'm too sensitive.

　　He lets me drop into his lap, grabbing my throat. "Gonna kiss you now," he pulls me into rough kiss, showing me more ways that tongue piercing feels good.

　　He pulls back, licking his lips. "You taste good."

　　Holy shit. My knees feel weak. His bulge digs into my crotch but he doesn't move. He doesn't ask for more, doesn't even address it.

　　The warmth of it is driving me crazy.

　　"You satisfied, Miss?" He asks with a small smile.

　　He chuckles. "You're really sexy, you know that? Fucking my face and all. Don't be a stranger, yeah? Text me. Call me. Come by."

　　He picks me up, sitting me back in the driver's seat.

　　He looks over at me, kissing me once more. "Hopefully I'll see you later, Princess."

　　He gets out of the car, and walks away. I take a minute, compose myself, and drive home.