What was there to say? Should she tease him back? All she knew was that her face was hot as hell, her back hurt like a bitch, she was sweating above her lip, and she may have insulted the one person who could destroy her looks with one slip of his hand. She wasn't exactly holding it together. She was going to give Neely hell for this. Really? Her best friend had to set her up with a spanking tattoo artist? Was this a joke? Or maybe it was just that everyone in the world was now into this kink. She strained, but couldn't hear any response from behind her. His silence was disturbing, and it made her anxiety do funny things. Suddenly she was worried that he found her back disgusting, and that he just couldn't bear to open his mouth again. Another thought crashed into her head that he was maliciously giving her a bad tattoo because of how much of a rude and offensive beast she was. The needle started to really hurt, and her body flexed to get out of the seat.
