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Human canvas for work, mid-20s, untouched lightly freckled skin, flexible former volleyball player, and willing to work odd hours. Sexual posing is negotiable within limits, kink friendly.
No permanent marks. No intimate contact.
$25+ an hour, plus expenses.
References are non-negotiable. Text communication is preferred.
Melody pressed the thumbtack through the center of her scrawled flier and stepped back from the bulletin board at INK, the tattoo shop where she managed the books. It was one of many jobs she handled.
Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she scowled, remembering the last time she’d done this; it was before Jason stumbled into her life.
Three years of wreckage later it was time for her to find her footing and way forward–out of the debt his no-good ass had left her in. His bills became her problem, and if she was going to get anywhere she didn’t need it following her negatively for the next ten years.
“Everything good, Mel?” Noah pointed to her note. “Penny and Zander didn’t keep you busy enough this summer and then over winter break? Mia said you were the best spare parent she could’ve asked for.”
She turned and looked up at her boss, even at a little over five-foot-seven she had to crane her neck to look up at him. “Yeah, the enrollment was low this quarter so Mrs. Parks didn’t need me. I know it’ll change with each quarter, but...”
“Hope doesn’t pay the bills in the meantime.”
“No, it doesn’t.” Mel turned her nose up at the board, scrutinizing her words. “I don’t sound like I’m selling myself, right?” She was selling a canvas, not her body.
“Oh, you’ll get your pick of perves. That’s why you’re not leaving that here. Let Lexi know because there are at least three dominants who are looking for a rope model. Oh, I think Sandy wanted artistic wax photos for her gallery final. At least the club has membership requirements.”
“That’s a polite way of saying standards.”
“Background checks, Melody, then yes.” Since he got married a few months ago he’d become her big brother.
“If I’m seen fluttering around the club, Claudia is going to ask if I want to be their third–again.”
“She’s beginning to make me wonder if she doesn’t want to be alone with her dom or if he’s just boring. Lidia must have loved the corset piercings though; she's coming in for the laces down the back of her other leg in a few days.”
“I guess the results were worth the fit she pitched.”
Mel remembered when she came in for the first set, she was sure the entire block did too that night.
“No, no, you forgot about that Sandy girl that Jordan had last year. The bakery complained to the landlord.” Noah bumped her shoulder and smiled. “Hey, you free now?”
“Oh no, you’re not stabbing me twelve times for something that’ll only last a month or two tops. No friggin’ way.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d love to get my hands on your skin. I have a design that needs to be drawn out and silicone won’t cut it.” Noah put his arm over her shoulder, pulling her note down from the board and stuffing it in his pocket, leaving no room for further discussion.
“I already did payroll and sent out appointment reminders.”
Noah dramatically clutched his chest and gasped. “I’d seriously die without you, Mel. Please. Don’t tell my wife–”
“She says the same thing about you.” Mel gathered her copper curls into a haphazard bun, looping it around twice. She hopped up onto Noah’s setup, laying on her stomach, then propped up onto her elbows to watch him work.
One of these days she’d have him mark her for life.
Nothing ever caught her eye that she’d want to permanently brand herself with. Flowers and vines weren’t her, and neither were epic scenes and sleeves that she envied on others. But a girl with pale skin and freckles like herself had to be careful about how she marked her skin.
“Oh, I’ve got to be out of here at five, I have Sarah and Penny tonight.”
“I know, you’ll be half sketched and out the door, never a minute late.” Noah laughed and snapped on a pair of gloves.
“Umm?” Melody shifted away from the stretchy product. “We aren’t using needles, why wear the gloves?”
