Chapter 38

A hand fell to my shoulder and startled me. “You ready?”

I jumped to find Rist beside me. “Jesus,” I swore, my heart stuttering in my chest. His sudden nearness did little to alleviate the throbbing in my dick. “I didn’t see you come up, man.” So much for watching out for him in the window.

With a nod, he indicated I should follow him back to his station. A black tattooist’s chair had been set up facing the wall. Next to it was a moveable arm rest and a tall stool where Rist would sit. By the stool was a tray on wheels, the kind dentists use, where wrapped packages of needles and bottles of ink were already set out. “Shirt off.”