Yesterday, J brought me to the abandoned carnival, Amusement Mile. He had taken it over as one of his headquarters, specifically the rundown Funhouse. When I mentioned wanting to fix it up, he told me he would give me access to whatever funds I needed in order to make it look the way I wanted it to. I'm excited to decorate. I've never really done it before. The dorm rooms and apartments I've lived in have always had the caveat that there could be no permanent changes, including wall color. But here I could explore and play with color and create exactly the space I saw in my head. It would be bright and crazy. Just like me.

He brought me upstairs to a tower room and showed me a cabinet of weapons. It was a simple space, kind of dingy, but I have plans for it. In the tower room, he'd had Tommy set up a workspace. I was still recovering from my tattoos the previous day, so I wasn't sure what we were doing there.

"Are you getting a tattoo, Puddin'?"

"Tommy's gonna teach you how to do it."

I squealed excitedly and rushed to Tommy, grabbing him in my arms and planting a kiss on his mouth. "This is gonna be fun!" my eyes shone brightly.

Once over his shock, Tommy set me up with a tattoo gun and a grapefruit. The buzzing instrument felt very odd at first but I quickly got over it. I practiced for hours until I could follow a line smoothly. I must have gone through a grocery stand full of fruit. Tommy had me working with bananas, oranges, melons, apples, and the grapefruit I already mentioned. The three of us chatted while I worked, J eventually growing quiet and tapping on his phone.

After a while, Iggy showed up. Tommy set up a simple linework tattoo on his forearm and then looked to me.

"What, you want your tattoo gun back?"

"You're gonna do it, Pumpkin Pie," said J.

"What? Me?" I looked at Iggy then over at Mistah J, "I'm not ready for people."

"Sure, you are," J waved a hand. "You'll do fine. And if you don't, well Iggy doesn't mind, do you, Iggy?"

"Not at all, boss."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked the henchman.

"Of course, he is," answered J.

With a shrug, I sat down to work. It didn't take long since it was just a number of short lines, and when I was done, I was pretty impressed with my handiwork. Tommy set up colors in little cups.

"Ok, so now we're gonna switch needles." Tommy held out his hand for the tattoo gun and showed me how to change the liner needle for a shader. Then he walked me through coloring in the tattoo as I worked. Iggy was a champ, and never even twitched a muscle.

When I was done, I massaged my hand, the vibrations still riding my nervous system. Even if we weren't really doing anything together, it was nice having my daddy with me all day. He stood up when Iggy left and walked over to us, "My turn."

"What?!"

"I want you to tattoo me."

"No! I don't wanna mess up."

"You won't."

"This is my first day! Of course, I will."

"I trust you."

How the fuck am I supposed to say no to that? He had me over a barrel and he knew it.

"Well, what do you want?"

"Whatever you want to give me."

I sighed, "You can't give me the tiniest hint on what I could do?"

He shrugged, "I want what you want to give me."

I looked to Tommy, but he was no help. Then I knew the perfect thing to do.

"Take off your pants." I ordered. It was fun giving an order for once. J's smirk told me I might pay for that later but he did what I said. "Now lay down on your stomach."

I whispered to Tommy what I wanted to do and his eyes widened. "You sure?"

"Oh, yeah."

It took a while to get the right stencil. But once that was finally situated, I walked over to Puddin' and gripped the top of his boxer briefs. "What are you doing?" he asked as I pulled them below his ass cheeks.

"Giving you the tattoo I wanna give you. … Don'cha trust me?"

He gave me an amused yet pissed off look. I was probably going to definitely pay for that later. Tommy laid the stencil for me and I got to work. Whenever Tommy needed to help me, he spoke quietly enough that J wouldn't know what it was. I wanted the tattoo to be a surprise. It took a few hours, but when I was done, I was damned proud of my work.

"Eeeeeeee … wanna see? Wanna see?" I was so excited I was jumping around.

Tommy snapped a photo and walked around the table to show it to J. There, in all its glory, was my kiss on his ass. We'd used my lip print to make the stencil. Daddy laughed uproariously. I knew he would like it! Still, when we got home, he paddled me on the left ass cheek only – the same side he had his new tattoo. I knew there was a reason I love sassing him.

Today I spent the day in my studio. Frankie's learned to bring things to entertain himself, so he was working on his iPad while I danced. Jenni was sick today, so it was just me and Triss. She joined me in the air and even worked on the Gotham streets section of the studio with me. She could definitely keep up with us if we were on the run.

We went back to the Smile and Grin tonight because Jonny said there was another of J's men that wanted to pay respects. Like Servis, he had a stupid name – Ca$h Money. In case anyone couldn't guess, he's a money launderer. Why are they all so dumb?

He joined us in the VIP area and even knew who I was. "J, so good to see you out. Harley," he greeted.

"Ca$h Money." J drawled, "I hear you've been doing well."

"I've grown some of the business. Not by much, but enough to see a difference in profit."

"I hear you were working with Charge."

"We'll have him replaced in no time. There's a couple guys we're looking at."

"Anyone I should know about?"

"Well, there's a Puerto Rican named Abuelito and two others. One's name is Monster T and I don't remember the other guy."

"Little Grandpa? There's a guy out there calling himself Little Grandpa?" I made a face of distaste.

"Stick with Monster T," said J, and Money nodded.

"You got it, boss. He'll be promoted tomorrow."

Benny sent over a round of drinks and I told J I wanted to learn how to make a Harley Quinn.

"You throw a psychiatrist in a vat of chemicals that would kill most people. Ha ha haaaaa."

I giggled yet rolled my eyes, "You know I mean the drink."

I walked over to the bar, sipping my drink as I went. When I got to Benny, I told him what I wanted and he quickly showed me how to whip one up. A double shot of peach juice, a shot of vanilla vodka, one shot of silver rum, a shot of blue Curaçao, and a splash of sweet sparkling wine. It's delicious. I'd finished my first while watching him make one, then I made one myself, following his instructions. How long to shake with ice, when to strain into a chilled martini glass. I wound up bringing both drinks back to the booth with me, sipping on one while I went.

"Look, I made one!" I showed Frankie, "You want it?"

He shook his head with a grin and I shrugged as I passed him, "Look, Puddin'!"

J patted the seat next to him and I placed the drinks on the table before perching in the booth beside him.

"You are my reward for Ca$h, Pumpkin. You're his for the evening."

I let my eyes rake over him, appraising. He was hot as hell. Average height, fawn brown skin, gorgeous green eyes, beautiful facial structure, and a muscled body.

"Mmmm ... I feel like I'm the one being rewarded." I stood up and walked over to him, climbing onto his lap, "You want me?"

"Hell, yes."

I kissed him heartily. From behind me, I heard Puddin's breathing deepen; he loves watching me with other people. I parted my lips and took Ca$h's tongue in my mouth, dancing mine against his. My hands slid down his face and to his chest, where my fingers splayed out to feel him. Down further they went until I was pulling at the button on his jeans. I'm horny. Give me what I want.

He didn't need convincing. He moved me off him so he could pull down his pants. I quickly dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, swiping my tongue over his most sensitive place. Slowly I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, coating him in my spit. Daddy likes messy blow jobs, so that's what I've grown used to.

I love the feeling of a cock hitting my throat.

I sucked his entire length into my mouth, proving to myself that he was smaller than J – I can't fit his entire cock in my mouth – but he wasn't so small I had to worry about not feeling him. I'd say Money's average, J is a perfect larger than average, and Frankie is almost too damn big. Jonny falls somewhere between Ca$h and J.

He ran his fingers through my hair, stopping while his hands still rested atop my head and slowly began guiding me. Gradually he moved me faster, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly until I had him thoroughly coated in a mess of saliva. I stood up from the floor and wriggled out of my thong before climbing back on his lap. I grabbed him and quickly slipped him inside, moaning when I slid all the way down. I really have turned into a sex freak. I love sex, no matter who I'm with. I love sex, even when it's not with perfection. No one feels as good as my Daddy, no one fits me the way he does or moves his body with mine the way that he can. But I've learned to enjoy it in all forms.

I tossed my head back as I started to bounce, my hands on his shoulders. My fingers crept up to either side of his neck and I kissed him again, pulling him close to me. Before long, my breaths came in blissful gasps and I could feel my first orgasm building. I broke the kiss to moan out loud as I crested the wave of pleasure. His hands were at my hips, gripping tight yet letting me move as I wanted to. I buried my fingers in his hair and pulled against the roots as I slid my hungry cunt up and down his shaft, loving every second. He didn't seem to like me pulling his hair, but he never said a word against it.

I felt a sharp yank on my hair and my head snapped backward, far enough that I could see my Puddin' watching me. He released my hair and placed a hand on my cheek, bending forward to kiss my lips upside down.

"Mmmmmm," I groaned against his mouth, my hips never slowing in their movements. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and nibbled lightly before releasing me and sitting back. My focus returned to Money and I bucked faster.

His head rocked back, resting on the top of the booth and I leaned down to bite his neck. I wanted to leave a mark, my mark, on one of J's men. I sucked hard, ensuring there would be a deep bruise when we were done.

We changed to a doggy style position, me on my hands and knees on the booth, him standing behind me. He thrust into me, holding my hips and jackhammering wildly. I couldn't quiet my voice and soon I was yelling, crying out with every smack of his body against mine. It was just so good.

No one dared come over, no one dared try to take a peek. With J merely a spectator, everyone knew he would see and be aware of any snooping glance. No one had the guts to face J just to catch a glimpse of me with Money.

We fucked through a number of songs, every so often I would explode and gush and make a generalized mess. But Ca$h never slowed. If anything, he only moved faster, his grunts growing louder as he drew closer to orgasm. He pulled out just before he came and I slumped forward, spent after my fuck session. Lucky for him he didn't come on me, because I fucking hate that, instead, finishing on the booth behind me.

He was breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow. After I turned over, I climbed off the booth and moved to sit on Daddy's lap. He kissed me passionately, moaning against my mouth, and pulling me as close to him as he could. His tongue swirled against mine, his arm holding me up as I was too tired to sit up completely by myself. Cumming successively tends to take a lot out of me.

J broke the kiss and nodded once to Money, who was fixing his pants. Jonny guided him away from us, his part now over. We left shortly after Ca$h did, going back home and climbing into bed together. J turned on the TV and I wrote this entry, both of us relaxing after the events of the day.