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This is a fun little challenge posted in the VVDF. (vin diesel site) and I have posted the rules once again. Hope you guys enjoy it! toto

Max words: 743 *snickers* no seriously, 743 words max.

Fandom: xXx

Character: Xander

Challenge: He goes to a new tattoo artists. He thinks the artist is hot as hell, gets a stiffy and falls alseep in the chair. When he wakes up….

Where is/are the new tattoo(s), what’s the tattoo(s) of, is it the same artist as when he first sat in the chair, and does he still have wood?

Cut off date: Monday, 31 Oct at midnight

Author: toto
Fandom: xXx
Rating:NC-17-lang
Feedback: yes please
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character X, nor do I have any rights to the movie xXx. This fic was written for fun and plagiarism is not tolerated.
This is the product of Bayou’s Halloween challenge, round 3. And it strained my brain! But I still love ya….toto
Word count: 742 minus the header above.

***********DO THE HULA*********1/1*************

The two men share a laugh and the taller of the two takes his leave, making his way down the boulevard to the new tattoo place. It has a great reputation and he has grown bored lately. Bora Bora was so awesome and it gave him a new idea for a tat. He smiles as he walks through the doors, but gives a light frown when he is confronted by a huge hulk of a man. Long beard in a braid, long hair and he looks as though he would just as soon drop someone as to bother with them. This makes his already aching, hungover head hurt even more.

“Yeah, whactcha need, man?” The man’s voice is nearly as low as his own.

“Uh, another tat, dude, the names X, and I hear you do great work.” He runs a rough hand over his nearly bald head and smiles.

“Yep, and I see you got some great ones. The name is Oscar. Have a seat here in this room and we’ll get started.” Oscar, figures. X pays the man, signs the papers and is whisked off into a private room. He likes that idea. He likes privacy. X yawns and waits for Neanderthal man to return, but is pleasantly surprised when a tall, dark haired beauty strolls in. Her hair is long, nearly to her waist and she has the bluest of eyes. She smiles, showing off perfect teeth. As she turns to close the door, she nearly shows off her perfect body. X bows his head to sneak a peek as she bends over to pick up his paperwork.

“Ok, X, is it? Interesting name.” Her purring voice washes over him and he feels that familiar twitch in his groin. As she saunters up to him, the twitch turns into more of a gnawing feeling and he shifts his weight uncomfortably. “My name is Barbie. Well, this is a very interesting tat you have in mind, I rather like it.” Her hand brushes across his arm and chest and she smiles. She must be able to see his freakin woody growing. Dammit. “Mind if I play some music?” He merely shakes his head back and forth and attempts to keep his dick under control. She tells him to lie back some and relax. He yawns again and now wishes he hadn’t partied so much last night. Barbie, for Christ’s sake.

He hears a phone ring somewhere and then a low voice on the other side of the door beckons to her. “I’ll be right back.” Her face is only inches away from his and he can feel her breath on his face. His dick threatens once again and as she sashays out the door, it has now become a full fledged hard-on.

“Dammit.” He places his hand on his cock and yawns again. “How can I be so damn tired and have such a fuckin’ stiffy?” He closes his eyes, imagining her rubbing his dick. He knows he needs to quit rubbing it or it may just go off. He chuckles at that thought and grows even more tired. He recalls hoping he doesn’t snore as he slips off into his dream world. His thoughts turn to the beauty that is about to tattoo him and then all is blackness.

He has no idea how long he slept or passed out or whatever but when he awakes he hears a voice, a deep voice. He feels someone stroking his still rigid dick or is it he himself doing it? His eyes snap open and he comes face to face with the huge man from earlier. His eyes jet down to his now exposed crotch and he grimaces.

“What the fuck?” X looks up at the man and frowns. “Where did she go and what the hell?” He peers down and sees a cute little hula dancer doing quite a dance on his still aroused dick. “Wha….?”

“Ain’t she cool? Ya said a dancer on your balls, but no can do there, man.”

“I said a tribal lance on my belly!” X looks slightly horrified. “And Barbie didn’t do it?”

“Ah, no man, she ain’t licensed yet and damn that girl can’t spell worth a lick.” Another grin and X feels as though he might puke. He groans as Oscar pulls his dick up to proudly show him.

“Get off me and dayum, she’s doin’ the hula on my dick, man!”

~the end~

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