This story will be the same concept I used for:
Alphabet girls (Dean Ambrose)
Colour girls (Braun Strowman)
Element girls (AJ Styles)
Deadly sins girls (Drew McIntyre)
Day girls (Baron Corbin)
Season girls (Jeff Hardy)
Month girls (Roman Reigns)
Scandinavian girls (Buddy Murphy)
Egg girls (Seth Rollins)
Sense girls (Finn Balor)
Eye girls (Damian Priest)
Coffee girls (Aleister Black)
Horror movie girls (Randy Orton)
Citrus fruit girls (Elias)
Weather girls (Edge)
Sun girls (The Miz)
Moon girls (Jimmy Uso)
Wine girls (Jey Uso)
Coin girls (Dolph Ziggler)
Cardinal directions girls (Kevin Owens)
Planet girls (Bray Wyatt)
Crow girls (Sheamus)
Transportation girls (Shinsuke Nakamura)
Hot beverage girls (Grayson Waller)
Salt and pepper girls (Corey Graves)
Continent girls (Luke Gallows)
Bell pepper girls (Karl Anderson)
Vowel girls (LA Knight)
Hair girls (Tommaso Ciampa)
Left and right girls (Kofi Kingston)
Up and down girls (Xavier Woods)
Primary color girls (Eddy Thorpe)
Rat girls (Dexter Lumis)
Tom and Jerry girls (Sami Zayn)
Meal girls (Ludwig Kaiser)
Finger girls (Tama Tonga)
Cutlery girls (Bronson Reed)
Nail girls (Bo Dallas)
Orange girls (Karrion Kross)
Only with white berries instead. Obvious there's more than four types of white berries but I only chose those four. One story/girl per berry. I hope you'll enjoy.
As always, thanks to everyone that reads, follows, favorites and reviews. It means so much to me. You guys make me smile everytime. Thank you so much.
Alex tossed his t-shirt aside and sat down. He smiled at the tattoo artist Evannie who was getting ready to tattoo his chest. It was something he had wanted to do for a long time and now was the time.
"So, Evannie, how long have you been tattooing?" He asked.
"20 years. I started when I was 18," she said.
"Did you always know you wanted to do tattoos?" He asked.
"Oh yeah," she smiled. "My parents wouldn't allow it but they couldn't stop me once I turned 18. I moved out on my 18th birthday and I haven't spoken to them since. Obviously tattoos weren't the only problem between us."
He smiled back at her. She seemed at peace with her decision. She was a pretty woman with blue dyed hair that matched her blue eyes. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and showed her pretty face even better.
"Ready?" She asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," he said.
She leaned over him and he wondered why she positioned herself with his hand between her legs. He sat still but she kept moving around a bit so he could feel her legs touch his hand. He forgot about the pain being applied to his chest and could only stare at that short skirt she was wearing and the white berries she had tattooed on her inner thigh.
"What are those berries?" He asked.
"Beautyberries," she answered.
"Beautyberries for a beautiful woman," he said.
"Stop!" She giggled.
He looked at those white berries. He desperately wanted to touch them and feel her soft skin, and she kept moving just a tiny bit around to let her legs bump into his hand.
"Why do I get the feeling that you want me to touch you?" He asked lowly.
He pressed his lips together. He hadn't meant to say it out loud. He looked up at her but she didn't take her eyes away from her work. She was smirking though.
"Maybe I do," she said.
"Evannie," he breathed her named.
"Try it and find out," she said.
He wouldn't get a more open invitation than that. He placed his hand on the white beautyberries on her thigh and moved it up under her skirt. He reached her crotch and rubbed her outside of her panties. A low moan escaped her lips but she still kept her hand steady and continued to tattoo him.
"Evannie?" He asked.
"Yes, Alex?" She asked.
"I..." He paused. "Fuck it!"
He pulled her panties aside and pushed a finger inside her. She was already dripping wet. He pushed a second finger inside her as well and started moving them in and out of her. He watched her face while he fingered her. Her eyes never left his chest and her hand never shook at all. Her moans took up and he could feel her walls start clenching his fingers. He continued what he was doing, desperate to make her fall apart. Seconds later she moved the tattoo gun away from his chest and cried out in beautiful tones. He smirked to himself over watching her fall apart like that. He pulled his fingers out of her and sucked them dry while her eyes finally found his.
"You're an amazing artist," he said.
"You're an amazing client," she said.
He grinned at her and she chuckled back at him before putting the tattoo gun down on his chest again to continue the piece on him. He hissed at the pain that he suddenly could feel and she chuckled again.
"Suck it up, big boy," she said.
"I got something big for you," he said.
"I know. It's standing proud," she glanced down at his crotch. "Once I'm done with this piece, I'll repay the favor."