Page 235 of Savior
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
A FEW WEEKS LATER
DEAN
Asea of people, booths, tents and motorcycles, fills my lot to full capacity. We even had to expand into the field beyond to accommodate space for this year’s vendors. Last year, we broke our turn out record. I expect we’ve already broken it again, this year.
Making my way through the crowd, greeting familiar faces as I do, I finally make it back to the Ink Slingers Inc tent, where Diesel has Bucky and Jarred doing fairly simple tattoos and piercings for donations. I had dropped something off with Bucky to draw up, while I helped Axel and Snowy collect the money from the other vendors.
Bucky spots me and waves me over, just as a woman wearing a leather bikini gets out of his chair, sporting a brand-new little butterfly tattoo on her hip. She pulls some cash from her pocket, and hands it over to Bucky.
“You better have a seat now, shit’s been rockin’ non-stop since we opened up.” Bucky says, wiping down the seat and cleaning up his station. “Diesel had to have one of your prospects run back to the shop to grab the rest of our shit. Y’all are gonna make a killing with this booth, alone.”
“I appreciate you donating your time and skills to the event this year.” I tell him, sitting back in the vinyl chair. Unbuckling my belt and undoing my jeans while he prepares himself with sterile needles and ink, I slip them down just enough to expose my lower stomach.
“It’s a worthy cause.” Bucky says, “Gotta admit though, never thought I’d see you this crazy over a skirt again.” He wipes down my V-cut, then places the small piece of transfer paper on my skin. “Oh, by the way, here’s your things back.” He reaches over to the table with his drawing station and printer behind him, then hands me back Ace’s first sonogram, and the lipstick I swiped from Vanna’s makeup bag this morning. I study the lines he meticulously traced over Vanna’s faint lip print on the paper, before I watch him mix the ink to match her shade. “You sure you want it right here?” he asks, pealing the transfer sheet away. The purplish-blue, thin lines, are laid down where her lips first touched my actual body, over a year ago.
I think about that day in the gym with her, often. The way she looked at me like I was the incarnate of all her desires. The way her lips felt when she pressed them to me, then tasted me… The way her tongue tasted of me, when I pressed her up against the wall and kissed her back. Hell, I damn near ravaged her that day…
“I’m sure.” I tell him. Though, the last thing I want is to get hard while Bucky’s working on me. I shove the lipstick and folded up sonogram into my cut pocket and try to think of anything else. As the tattoo gun buzzes to life in Bucky’s talented hand, I shift my attention to the crowd just outside of the tent.
Leather bikini butterfly babe, is watching me with her gal pals while they wait. Jarred is piercing one of their friends on the other side of Ink Slingers’ set up. She barely flinches as he finishes up the orbital piercing in her ear to go along with the several she’s already got.
Since this is an outdoor event, where anyone can stand and watch others getting work done, piercings are restricted to facial, bellybutton and ears, only. Tattoos are to be kept on the PG side of things. If anyone wants anything more risqué, bigger, or intricate, they can make a donation for a later appointment at Ink Slingers’ actual shop, for a discounted price.
It doesn’t take Bucky long to complete the tattoo. It’s small, especially compared to the Scorpion on my chest. But the Scorpion is one of the main reasons I decided to have this done. Vanna deserves to be represented on my body as well. More so than anyone else. I’d never risk putting her name on me, though. Especially not after the way things went down with Lucinda. Not that I blame the curse of having a significant other’s name tatted on me, for what happened… But why tempt fate, when fate usually seems a little too eager to fuck with me to begin with?
For legal reasons, Bucky gives me the required rundown on after care, as I buckle up my jeans, and I hand him some cash.
Now, as I make my way out of the tent back towards our own set up, I hope Vanna likes this little ohmage to her…
“And I thought last year was a huge turnout.” I say to Latisha. She’s walking by my side as we make our way down the sidewalk towards the crowd, waiting to enter the Saviors MC’s fundraiser rally. I can already smell Viking’s famous smoked pulled pork all the way in the back of the lot.
Rusty, manning the entrance to the event with a few of the other prospects, spots us in the crowd, and waves us through the front gates.
Latisha hands him the bag of toys we brought for the Toys for Tots collection drive. He puts them in the back of the box truck. I’m shocked it’s already half full with donations from all the people here today.
“Well, I see soft serve ice cream over there,” Latisha points to an ice cream truck parked in front of the garage doors to Dean’s repair shop, “And burgers and fries over there.”
“Yes.” I say, before she can even ask. “A million times, yes!” We both laugh as we make our way through the damn near shoulder to shoulder, crowd.
“These lines are crazy, why don’t you grab the ice cream, I’ll grab the fries, and we meet up and share Ace’s favorite craving while we walk?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
When we finally make it to the Saviors MC’s set up, Viking is shredding up meat while Cherry and some of the Twisted Throttle girls serve the paying customers.
“Where’s Dean?” I ask.
“Getting branded.” Viking replies, an air of disapproval in his tone.
“Branded?”
“You’ll know soon enough.” He says, stepping back from his pulled pork and peeling off his gloves. He tosses them into the trash bin beneath the table, then grabs the box of gloves sitting next to him and walks over to us. “You two take over for a few, I gotta take a leak.” He says, handing the box to Latisha.
“Prince charming.” Latisha shakes her head at him as he walks off.
“Whatever happened with you two?” I ask her, as we work side by side with the other girls, making up sandwiches and handing them out.
