Role play group : The Death Club
Parlour Dreams
The Italian Stallion
Writer : CharlotteCarrendar
- As the shop was technically closed for the day, and Rosie had taken off for the night, having the lights still on and people within was unusual. In Tito’s rush to help out Dixie, and make her a coffee, he had left the door wide open, and the open sign still up. Straddling the chair, he appeared to be completely focused on the young Australian.
“Dem been hiding you away….no? Now you meet Tito…I be your new friend!” – Tito chimed enthusiastically, while Dixie took a sip from the steaming hot cup of coffee. It was a little bit too hot, and though she tried to blow it, thought it better, to set it down. Her shirt, was still soaked, and since the air was chilly, she started to take it off, reaching for the edges, and pulling it up over her head, revealing her lacy black bra. Tito’s eyes near bulged out of his head, to see her start to strip off in the shop, and blurted in a quick fashion.
“Oh the gods. I know, women take off their shirts for the Tito…but really?! I must..looka away.” Course he didn’t, and swallowed, then reached for her wet t shirt. “I got put this in the drier and find you a shirt from my locker…kay? Kay.”
This wasn’t unreasonable, in fact it was welcomed. Dixie gave a half smile, and went back to patting herself down with the towel, watching Tito fuss, going from the back room, to then getting one of his Harley T shirts from his locker. It was way oversized, but at least it was clean and dry. Only thing was, it smelt like his locker….basically, him. Dixie brought the shirt up to her nose and sniffed it while Tito watched on, hands on hips.
“Itsa clean…I keep that for when I go out after work. But I notta go out tonight. I got you to play with…I meana…so, err..*he rubbed the back of his head gingerly, trying not to put his size 12 foot in his mouth again. “You liva in the back…in the garage?”- he asked, genuinely interested to learn more about the Dixie girl. Dixie stood up and then put on the Harley T shirt, which was so big, you would think she could use it to sleep in. It even covered her skirt. Smoothing the T shirt down, she went to sit again, and nodded to Tito’s enquiry.
“Mhm…been there a few months now. Dem said I could live there, after I started working at the Club.” Dixie reached for the cup of coffee again, and started to relax, now being warmer, and of course in dry clothes. The coffee had cooled a little, and Dix was now able to enjoy the rich bite, and made an “mmm” sound after she swallowed. Cradling the cup with both hands, she peeked over the lip of the cup at Tito, who seemed to be transfixed with the Australian, almost like he was waiting for more details. Dixie cocked her head slightly, and then decided to turn the tables on the Italian.
“So…you have a girl?” Dixie asked, trying to steer the conversation away from her and Dem. As far as she was concerned, the private life that she shared with Dem was one she wanted to stay like that. Not because she feared gossip, but more because, to her, what they shared was no one elses business. Dem was incredibly guarded, about releasing anything of himself. It had taken months to get to know the man behind the mask. Course she had one too, and right now, she was wearing it. Taking another sip, she watched for Tito’s reaction, and sure enough, it was worth the wait.
“A girl? Nah…Tito not for the girls. Tito…he loves the WOMEN. I maka no lie..Tito is a Masta of the bedroom. Many…many beautiful women…they beg for the Tito. They say…”Tito…is a God.” He then struck something of a pose, reminiscent of Hercules, and Dixie then asked again.
“Alright…do you have a woman?’ This had Tito stop suddenly, half way through a muscle flexing series of moves. “Err…I am picky. Heh. I no lika to be smothered by too many women. Cramps my style, if they want Tito, all the time. I am lika….wild Stallion. I need…I need to be free.”
“In other words…no.” Dixie said with a cheeky smirk.
“Hey…you funny girl. I like that.”
“Side splitting.” Dixie replied, rolling her eyes, and taking another sip of her coffee, as Tito noticed someone standing outside the Tattoo parlour. With the view to yet another beautiful woman to chat up, he gave Dixie a wink, and then strutted over to the door frame, reaching up like a bald orang atang, and swaying as he gave the girl the once over. The girl had rosy cheeks, just covered by a black scarf, while wearing a white frilly black skirt, a black top and just a leather jacket to compliment. Course, she looked freezing from the winter chill that was now picking up. Tito took a guess, that she was not there to admire his stunning abs, by the way she was sort of looking past him into the shop. He was quick off the mark, to introduce.
“You are a bit late, Miss…The err..shop is closed for today. But if you like, I am having coffee with the Boss’s girl. You come in, yes? It’s very cold outside now.” He released his grip on the door frame, and jumped back, ready to allow the girl entry. Dixie leant forward on her chair, and then waved to the girl that was about to come in.
“Don’t worry, he won’t bite….hard.”
When the girl entered the Tattoo shop, Tito closed the door, and turned over the open sign, to closed, and winked at Dixie for her cheeky comment. The young girl, then explained the reason why she was outside the shop in the first place.
“I am here and I wonder if you have a place open for a assistant.. I don’t know how to tattoo yet but I can draw.. “ as she spoke, she withdrew a folder, opening it out and offering it for either Dix or Tito to take and view. Dixie shrugged her shoulders, since this was not her place, to be employing staff hiring for the Tattoo shop. Tito on the other hand, was, and reached for the holder, but also pulled out his reading glasses, and placed them on. His face totally changed, from that of the Playboy Italian stallion to a man who was keenly interested in the girl’s art. Flicking through the folder, he found himself sitting down, and making positive sounds, as he admired her work. This girl was obviously very talented, but lacked the skills on how to actually do tattooing. Closing the folder, he handed it back to her, with something of a quirky grin. Taking off his glasses, he chewed on the tip of the glasses handle, and then pointed the tip at the girl.
“Normally, it is Demetrios that does the hiring, but he…been busy with his other how you say…businesses. So I guessa…its up to me, if I hire you. Assistant?….hmm. I tell you what. I give you…two week trial. You impress me…you listen…watcha …learn. I make you an apprentice in the trade. BUT…but but but. You…no do the drugs…no drinking before work. Okay?…Okay.”- He then held out his hand towards her and said.
“I am Tito…welcome aboard.”
