An offer I can't refuse

"My place, of course" said Sadira. "I haven't had enough of you yet, plus I owe you a nipple piercing and you owe me a shave." She smiled and kissed me hard on the lips. "I think you'll like where I live, too. I live right above where I work, a tattoo parlor."

"Don't tell me, that's where you do the piercings."

Again she smiled at me. "Now how did you ever guess that one?"

"Can you also do a tattoo for me?" I asked.

She had a devilish grin on her face. "That depends on what you're willing to trade for it. I'm giving you a piercing for a shave, so what will you give me for a tattooing?"

"Anything you like" I answered, seductively. I didn't know at the time what I was getting myself into.

"Be my **** for the day, and I will give you tattoos and piercings you will never forget. Do we have a deal?" She looked at me, and a lusty hunger lit up her face.

"How can I refuse that?" I answered. "We have a deal."

The subway pulled into the next station, and the car doors opened. Sadira grabbed me by the arm. "This is where we get off" she said, then added. "And where I really get off." She smiled wickedly at me as we walked out of the car holding hands to the wolf whistles of the fellow passengers we were leaving behind.