Falling Down(122)

"I'm not worried about it," Trace says with a shrug. "They'll see what we're about when we get our shit out there and in a few days we start recording. Knowing Cage, he's going to prioritize that shit to get it out there and prove the doubters wrong."
"Maybe," I tell him, "but there are ways to 'fix' voices and they'll still doubt. I mean look at that one girl's file that leaked where it was her real voice."
"Dude, that was epic," Xander says with a laugh.
"Yeah, but if they can fix her to sound as good as she does, they're going to think that they can do that to me as well."
"Concerts will solve that problem."
"Yeah, but Xander that's months away."
"True. But before we panic, let's see what Jesse and Cage work out. You need some lovin' from the Xan Man to make you feel better, beautiful girl? I'll even be gentle and let you on top so your tat won't hurt," he teases, throwing an arm around my shoulders.
I laugh. "You're so generous."
"I know, what can I say? Anything to please the ladies."
"Uh-huh," Meggie says with a raised eyebrow. "You're a perv, you know that, right?"
"Yep. Proud of it. When did you lose the funky colors?"
She touches her now-red hair and shrugs. "Every now and again I do normal."
"Is that your normal color?" He narrows his eyes.
"Mhmm. Red head, carrot top, whatever you want to call me, go for it."
"Why would I do that? I'm partial to red heads."
She snorts. "You're partial to anything with a vagina."
"Valid. But red heads top the list."
I roll my eyes. "Get your arm off of me when you're hitting on another woman. You have no manners, Xander."
He shrugs. "I don't need any. I get all the * I want."
I roll my eyes and press my lips together to stop myself from commenting on groupie whores with no morals.
"That's got to be tough for you," Kennedy states.
"You have no idea," I tell him and he chuckles.
"Well, alright. Got that all worked out with Cage," Jesse tells us as he comes back in the room.
"What'd he say?"
"We came up with a partial plan. He'll fill us in on the rest tomorrow. Here's what we've got so far…"
***~~~***
Jesse unlocks the bedroom door and I breathe a sigh of relief as I slip off my flip-flops.
"I'd love to flop back on the bed but I'd end up screaming in agony," I tell him with a laugh.
"Why don't I wash your tattoos for you, then you can get ready for bed, and when you're done I'll put the goopy shit and a new bandage on for you."
I nod. "That sounds good." I walk into the bathroom with Jesse behind me. He helps me remove my shirt and sports bra. He washes his hands, then wets a washcloth and works some antibacterial soap into the cloth. He gently wipes and I hiss out a breath.
"I'm sorry, Luce. I'm trying to be as gentle as I can."
"I know. It's not your fault. It's just really tender."
He nods. "It will be for a couple days. Let me rinse it real quick."
"Okay."
He holds a towel below my tattoo and pours a small cup of warm water over the wound.
"Ahhh, that feels good."
"Mhmm. I brought you one of my shirts. I figured the bulkier the less it'll cling."
"Good idea. I knew I liked you for a reason."
"Funny girl with the amazing rack, you're looking for a spanking."
I can't hide the thrill that rushes through me or the wetness that pools between my thighs.
Jesse chuckles as he puts the aftercare product Harley gave me over my tattoos. It stings a little but not too bad. I'm not sure what I was thinking wanting the entire thing finished in one sitting. Well, yeah, I do. I was thinking I'd chicken out if I didn't get it all done at the first session. Harley decided to do a lot of the coloring but saved some of it for when I go back so he can shade and 3D it. I still haven't seen the Blush tattoo that Jesse just covered back up. Even if I'd tried to get a glimpse, there'd be no way without a mirror. Right now there'll be no twisting of my body to see my back. Likely I'd whine like a baby.