The Bonds of Trust, Chapter 5

The Bonds of Trust

By russell-ville-man

Chapter 5.

A taxi stood waiting. We got in and the driver took off immediately without directive. I almost said something then remembered my promise.

“You look refreshed, Matty.” She touched my cheek and we shared a kiss, her lips parting, her tongue sweet & hot.

We ended up back home at the Mandalay Bay. I started toward the elevator area, but, she took my arm and steered us toward the casino floor, then beyond that. We ended up in front of Mike’s Tattooing back in the corner by Evening Call.

“What,,,,” I started.

“Matty, what did you promise me?”

“I’m sorry, darling. Please proceed. I will follow dutifully.”

Together we walked to the reception desk. A young girl was seated there. She was dressed in black, the gothic persona personified.

“Hi, guys. What’s up?”

“Mike is expecting me, Missy. Please tell him Kori has arrived.”

“Sure. Mike! Some girl named Kori is here for you.” I cringed.

Mike was a burly dude. A biker type. He musta weighed 3 bills, but, he carried it fine. He was at least 6’5″.

“I God’s, girl. Still as beautiful as ever.” He shook Kori’s hand. Kori was known here as well.

“Is this your old man?”

“Yes, Mike, this is Matt.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mike.” I extended my hand. A half hearted hand shake did not instill much confidence.

“Hey, Mitch. C’mon, back you two. Missy, stay off your damn cell phone and act like somebody.”

Mike drew a curtain and we were more or less alone. “Sit down. Take a load off. Kori, you there, Mitch, here in this seat.”

“It’s Matt, Mike.” I corrected him.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Like I told you, Kori, this will be a temporary placement. Come back within 3 days and I’ll make it permanent. No extra charge.”

“Right, Mike. Get ‘er done, dude, get ‘er done. Honey, take off your shirt and push your pants down just a couple inches off your waist.” I did a double take, but, obeyed my wife.

“You’ll need to turn around and face the other way, Mit, uh, Matt. Then I’ll move you forward and into position.” I did as I was told and soon I felt the chair’s hydraulics move into a forward angled position. Mike felt my lower back by my tailbone.

“Ah, good area for it. Nice and clear. I’m going to apply some rubbing alcohol to cleanse it. Then we’ll get started. I have the script here so I’m all set, Kori. You can watch if you’d like.”

“I’d like.” Kori was adorably blunt.

Less than an hour later….”All done except for one last thing. Hold still, Mitch.”

The SOB was busting my chops, but, I’d made promises. Plus he was 6’5″ and the 3 bills.

A flash went off behind me, followed quickly by two more. “Here you go, Kori, two for you. One for me.”

“It looks fabulous, Mike. You’re tops, Michael. Absolutely tops.”

“Thanks for the business, kids. Much appreciated.” He kissed Kori lightly on the cheek as I put my shirt back on, then dismissed me with a quick nod.

Once more out on the casino floor, Kori motioned for me to stop.

“Matty, you must promise two things:

1. You won’t ask me what kind of tattoo I had applied to you.

2. You won’t look at it in any way, shape, manner, or form.”

“I promise, Kori.”

“Thank you, darling. And thank you, for being so patient and understanding today. You’re the most terrific husband, Matty. I just love you so much.”

“I then took her into my arms there in the middle of the casino and held her tightly. I don’t know how long we stayed that way. And I didn’t care.

—to be continued—