The Tattoo Riddles Ch. 01

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PROLOGUE

The flames of the camp fire flickered in the light evening breeze. They had used pebbles collected from around the sandy beach to create a circular surround, filled it with kindling in the middle and then carefully placed seven pieces of dry driftwood, each about two foot long, in a kind of wigwam structure, the pieces of wood resting against each other at the top, and buttressed in the sand by one of seven large pebbles. The seven friends sat in a circle around the fire, each of them with their backs straight and cross-legged, and each of them now quite naked. They had been giggling and chatting a few moments earlier, and passing round, from right to left, first the bottle of Jack Daniels and when that was finished, the cannabis joint. The mood now was a little more subdued, however, with an air of seriousness as the sun began to set and as a pocket penknife made its way around the circle. One after another, each girl pressed the sharp blade firmly into each of her palms, until thick red blood appeared. The knife having completed its journey, the girls reached out and grasped the hand of the two friends either side of her. Joined now in their ring of sisterhood, their blood mingling in a solemn bond of unity, they began to recite the pledge.

CHAPTER 1

“Come on Rick, please. You’ll be perfect. You know everything. Pretty please. Do it for me. Pleeease!!” Mya was sitting on his desk, her knees together but with her short denim skirt rising up just above mid-thigh, so there was a lot of tanned bare leg for him to try and avoid noticing, which was proving difficult as she was swinging her legs back and forth as she pleaded with him.

“We all wanted you on the quiz team in the first place but well, Steve sort of elected himself on to it, and it was a bit difficult saying no, what with him being my line manager and all. But he’s got some really nasty stomach bug, so no way he can do it now. It’s a real stroke of luck for us. With you in the team, we’ll actually stand a chance of winning!”

A pub quiz was far from Rick’s idea of an enjoyable night out. It wasn’t that he found the questions too difficult, far from it. He was a voracious consumer of information and had a very retentive mind, so he often found that he knew more answers than most. No, it was the atmosphere, created by the combination of alcohol and extreme competitiveness that he particularly disliked. Pub quizzes brought out the worst in people. What should have been an evening of fun mental challenge invariably turned out to be a raucous display of aggressiveness, bar-room bragging, and gamesmanship. For most of the people in the contest, it was about getting pissed or winning above all else, or both, and cheating was commonplace.

So normally it would be a straight and simple ‘no’, but this was Mya asking, which made things a lot less straightforward. At twenty-eight she was fourteen years his junior so, he accepted, realistically out of his league. That didn’t stop her flirting with him, though, or him trying to flirt back and fantasising about her constantly. She was, in his humble opinion, by far and away the hottest girl in the offices of web design agency iiii (strapline, “4 i’s – sites for sore eyes”). She was smart and funny, with a slim but curvaceous body, beautiful grey eyes, and long smooth brown hair that hung down almost all the way to her cute butt.

“Wednesday is hair-washing night, I’m not sure I can afford to miss it,” it was a pretty feeble joke, weak enough to let Mya know that he was starting to fold.

“Oh, I think these lovely locks will be okay if you skip a week,” she said as she ran her fingers briefly through the shortish hair on the top of his head. Even by her standards, it was very touchy-feely. As she leant forward to stroke his hair, he got an eyeful of firm cleavage and a glimpse of lacy bra cup. Crap. The prospect of an evening in such close proximity to Mya, especially with a few drinks inside her, was just too good to resist.

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Rick wasn’t stupid, or deluded. He knew that Mya always fluttered those long eyelashes at him when she needed a job doing twice as quickly as even the agency’s ‘rapid response’ fast-track process allowed for. It was always him that she came to in an emergency as she knew he would get the work done in time and without fault. He was the guy in the agency everyone could rely on in a crisis, and she was the only one who didn’t even have to ask him to work through the night to get it finished. At his age, he should be on the board at least; he knew that. He should be the guy at home with the kids or at a dinner party on his mobile, the one instructing his subordinates to stay in the office until the work was done. But instead, he was one of the ones staying late. He just didn’t have the chutzpah, political nous, or drive to make board director. Many was the time he had found himself regretting this. Apart from the obvious financial benefits and the not having to work late — he Turangüneş Escort knew that if only he were in that position of power then, of course, many women, including possibly Mya, would have been drawn to the position of power. But he loved doing what he did, and that was that. And, he hated the thought of going to dinner parties.

The thing was, he loved the work he did but didn’t particularly like the business he was in. Or maybe that was business generally. When he left the office, he left his work behind. Most evenings he spent out with friends, or at home, planning his weekend getaway, on a climb. Rick wasn’t interested in climbing any corporate ladders but loved nothing more than to be hanging off some sheer rock face, the muscles in his arms straining as he searched for his next crimp hold, or testing his foot against a tiny ledge below him, ready to press on. He loved the clarity of mind that climbing gave him — when he was up there he was focusing one hundred percent on his next move, and the one three moves after that. Somehow this focus allowed other parts of his brain to function unhindered, and he always came away feeling that he had learned more about himself, and the world. Being one with nature, experiencing the jaw-dropping beauty of a sunrise or even getting caught in a freak storm, was so invigorating and liberating compared to sitting with the stuffed suits in a meeting room.

Above all else, climbing was about people. It was about partnerships and collaboration – the planning of climbs, the co-operation and inter-dependency, and of course, the post-climb celebrations. Rick had so many friends he’d met through climbing, so many more than he’d ever met through work. His only regret was that he hadn’t yet met ‘the one’ — the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. That was, of course, until Mya turned up at the agency just over six months ago. He had been instantly attracted to her, and as time went on, they seemed to have established a closeness he had seldom experienced before. But he knew he was just dreaming, that realistically he didn’t stand a chance with her.

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The quizmaster was reading out the final placings at the end of ten rounds of questions, with ten questions per round, so one hundred questions in total. Their team, “The 4 i’d Swots”, had been neck-and-neck for first place with another team, “I Just Love it Really Hard” from the start. Apparently, the “I Just Love it”s were from a competitor agency, so Mya and the others were absolutely desperate to beat them. At the end of round nine, their arch rivals had led by a nose, seventy-eight to seventy-seven. At this rate, they were each dropping an average of fewer than two points per round. With the scores as they were, Mya said, squeezing excitedly on Rick’s thigh, they really needed a perfect ten in this last round to stand any chance.

“….and in third place, it’s “Liquor in the Front, Poker in the Back”, with a very respectable eighty-two points. Which means…. drum roll please…. well….we have a tie for first place!! “I Just Love it Really Hard”, and “The 4 i’d Swots” are dead level with eighty-seven points apiece!! So, ladies and gents, we have a tie breaker round, with ultra-hard questions for our two teams of eggheads.”

Mya was going ballistic, hugging and squeezing Rick. He had single-handedly provided eight of the ten answers for the last round, and overall, including the pop music round, which was by his own admission very much not his forte, he had probably answered around half of all the questions for the team. They would have been close to bottom without him.

“Come on Rick, you can do it!! Just relax!” Mya was giving him a mock massage on his shoulders. Her hands had been on one part of his body or another almost constantly since Round Six when it became clear they had a chance of winning, and that he was their “secret weapon” as she put it.

“Oh my God Rick, I swear….like I’m going to snog your face off if you can win this for us! I’m not even joking!” She was getting drunk on the adrenaline and alcopop vodkas she was knocking back, but Rick didn’t doubt the sincerity of her offer. He couldn’t help but harden at the prospect, sitting rather uncomfortably on the rickety old pub chair.

“Question One. Who was the wife of Leofric, Earl of Mercia?”

“What the fuck? I mean what… the…. frigging… fuck!!??”

Rick guessed that Dawn from Project Management wasn’t familiar with the life of Lady Godiva.

“Question Two. The Annual Golden Spurtle is the World Championships in making what?”

“Golden Showers?!… ha ha ha… Spurting Golden Showers…. Oh My God… ha ha ha!!!” Greg from Accounts had been next to useless since Round Two and was basically just getting drunk.

“It’s porridge,” Rick whispered to Mya who was beaming at him incredulously.

“How the fuck do you do it, Ricky? You are a fucking legend! I mean Türbanlı Escort where do you keep that sort of stuff in here?” Again, her hands were all over him, this time cradling his head like it was a large precious artefact. He wasn’t at all sure as a rule that he liked being called ‘Ricky’, but it was the first time he’d heard it from Mya, and he loved the level of affection it inferred.

Questions Three through to Ten continued in a similar vein, with Dawn and Greg just guffawing and looking dumbfounded, while Rick whispered his answers calmly to an awestruck Mya who was writing them down. She was getting particularly excited, as the four members of “I Just Love it Really Hard” were arguing animatedly amongst themselves. They clearly didn’t like it quite this hard.

The teams handed their answer cards in and, after checking them both carefully, the quizmaster announced “The 4 i’d Swots” the winners, with an amazing ten out of ten, compared to their rivals rather disappointing six. The chants of “cheats, cheats, cheats” coming from the sore losers across the room would not have surprised Rick in the slightest. He did not, however, hear them, as Mya’s hands were clamped firmly over his ears. She was sitting on his lap and, true to her word, was snogging his face off.

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The face-snogging continued in the back of a cab that Mya had insisted they share, even though Rick had been at pains to point out on several occasions that they lived in rather different directions. Totally ignoring him and clasping the faux Oscar pub quiz winners’ trophy in one hand and the first prize bottle of bubbly in the other, she had danced her way into the back of the cab and plonked herself back down on Rick’s lap.

He was struggling to keep track of the route they were taking, as Mya was smothering his face with her hands and mouth, but he did notice that as they travelled north from Hoxton, they really should have turned west somewhere around Stoke Newington if they were headed for his place in Highgate. But it looked like they were going east instead. Dropping Mya off at her place in Leyton first was going to cost a bomb. But, he decided, this frenzied snogging alone would be worth the fare, so he stopped worrying.

“You know, you’re a very good kisser,” she announced at one point, coming up for air, “I guess it makes sense. I mean, like, you know absolutely everything, so, like, why wouldn’t you know how to kiss a woman really well. I bet you’ve watched a documentary or read a book about it, and it’s all just stayed stored up here.” Not for the first time this evening she tapped his head like it was some sort of locked treasure chest she’d just dug up.

“Well not really,” Rick protested, “I mean, I’m a fair bit older than you. I’ve done quite a bit of actual kissing in my time. I’ve probably kissed a lot more women than you.”

He realised his mistake the moment he said it. He had drunk more than he normally would, what with the celebration rounds. They both giggled as Mya teased him about having fantasies about her and other women. If only she knew, he thought. The giggling and teasing and snogging continued until the cab driver announced that they had arrived. Together they peered out of the cab window.

“My place,” Mya announced matter-of-factly. Then, to the driver, “Lovely, cheers. So, like, how much do we owe you?” With that she opened the door, hopped off Rick’s lap then turned to grab his hand and pulled, urging him out of the car.

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Rick followed Mya into her flat with the air of a man who’s birthday it was, looking around, expecting that any moment now, twenty of his closest friends and family were going to jump up from behind sofas and chairs and shout “Surprise!!”, while setting off party poppers. Surely this gorgeous young woman wasn’t seriously bringing him back to her place for sex?

She disappeared into another room sing-songing something about needing to make herself comfortable, and he sat down on the sofa. Looking at the business card that he had grabbed from the cabbie as he climbed out of the car, he figured that he could call the same firm once she had passed out on the sofa or bed, or wherever she crashed. It wasn’t that late, just before midnight, so he’d be back home and in bed by one at the latest.

Mya came charging into the living room and threw herself next to him on the sofa, beaming a beautiful big smile. She had definitely taken some clothes off. Her skirt, for definite, he noted. “Hey, wotcha doing Ricky, sitting here all on your own, with your jacket on?” Standing up, she started pulling him by the hand, “C’mon, the party’s in the bedroom!”

No surprise party then. No cab ride home. Just Mya’s bedroom. With her. He let himself be pulled up and into her bedroom. She pulled his leather jacket off and threw it on the floor, then pushed him gently in the chest so that he fell backwards onto her bed, and she clambered Ukraynalı Escort up on top of him, in just her blouse and panties, and straddled him.

She leant forward and started to kiss him again. But whereas the kissing in the pub and back of the cab had been frenzied, booze-fuelled, almost playful snogging, this was altogether more deliberate, slow, and sensual. Her hands held his head gently, her fingers stroking his face. Her tongue snaked its way around his mouth, searching out his own. His hands reached up and tentatively held her sides through her blouse, starting to feel his way around her lithe body as they kissed.

“Mmmm…. I find clever men such a turn on,” she cooed between kisses, “You were on fire tonight, baby. Like, I knew you’d be good at that, but I reckon you could have won Mastermind with some of those answers. Seriously, I’m not kidding.”

With that, she sat upright and began to unbutton her blouse. She did it slowly, almost as if she knew exactly how many dozens of times Rick had imagined this very scenario. The last button undone, she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms and fall onto Rick’s thighs.

Taking his hands, she held them up against her breasts, then dropped her own hands back down by her sides, arching her back to push her chest against his palms, encouraging him to explore, to play. He shook himself out of the daze he’d been in from the moment she had pulled him from the sofa, and began to massage her firm, full breasts through her bra, seeking out the hard nubs of her nipples and rubbing them with his thumbs, then squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger. Feeling his way between the bra cups, he located a clasp, and deftly unclipped it. Her bra opened and fell away to the sides, and his hands were immediately back, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples again. She moaned and shifted slightly to let her loosened bra fall and join her blouse behind her.

“Ahhhhh yesss…. you’re very good at that…. mmmm…. a man with a brain who’s good with his hands too…. I like…. mmmm…. I like a lot!”

Rick sat up, and took one of her full, hard nipples in his mouth and sucked slowly on it, using his lips to pull on it gently. His other hand still held and massaged her other breast. Mya moaned her appreciation, whispered something about him being a bit overdressed, and tugged away at his T-shirt. He reluctantly broke off from kissing her breasts to allow her to pull it up and over his head.

“Mmmm….. nice muscles…. all that climbing has its advantages I see…. this just keeps getting better and better!” Mya purred as she ran her hands over his torso. Pushing him back once more, she slid herself down his body and started on the buckle of his belt. She was clearly very happy with what she’d seen so far, and she seemed in a bit of a hurry to examine the rest. The belt undone, his trousers and pants disappeared swiftly down his legs, leaving his hard throbbing cock to fall back on to his stomach.

“Oh… oh yes I do like your cock!!” she squealed in delight. She was turning it in her hands as if it were an ornament on display in a shop that she was considering purchasing. “That is a most aesthetically pleasing dick, Mr Rick.” She giggled, either at her little rhyme or at the fact that it took her several goes to pronounce ‘aesthetically’ in her inebriated state. Still giggling, she promptly took it in her mouth.

Rick groaned and thrust his groin instinctively towards her mouth. He had dreamt of this so many times; Mya’s beautiful, mouth with her full sexy lips, engulfing him. The only problem being that on just about every occasion that particular fantasy resulted in him shooting his load in her mouth pretty soon after it started. Now it was a reality he wanted more, wanted it to last, to be inside her. But it had been months since he had last had sex, and it felt like his balls were going to burst. He was determined for that not to happen, so tried to turn his mind away from the amazing sensations emanating from between his legs to something less potentially explosive.

The questions in the quiz. That was it; they could occupy his thoughts. He ran his mind back, trying to remember the ones he hadn’t guessed correctly, trying to remember the right answers as the quizmaster had read them out. It worked, and soon he was back in control.

“We’ve got all night to play, to explore each other, but right now I want you inside me,” Mya declared as she clambered up his body and straddled him, “I’m on the pill so no problems there. I hope you like it ‘au naturel’, it’s so much nicer!” He nodded, his mouth too dry to say anything. She pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, and without further ado, sank down on his shaft.

She gyrated her hips, grinding her pubic bone against his, her hands on his chest supporting her as she rode him. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on getting his cock at the right angle, then opened them and smiled at him as she settled into a steady rhythm. Her breathing got heavier as she picked up the pace, her buttocks rising up now off his thighs and slapping back down again. Her pussy muscles were gripping ever tighter on his cock, and soon he was starting to rely again on his quiz questions exercise to hold it all together.