“Don’t pull anything weird.” Frowning as they start coming close.
    “Wouldn’t dream of it” Owen chuckles before sitting down next to his brother.
    “Alright how about you tell me, why you have a huge record. I mean did you not like any of theses gyms?” Holding up their folders.
    “Where’d you get those” Van went to swipe them from me.
    “Aw aw aw, mine. Besides it’s a good read” Dropping them in my bottom desk draw, before kicking it closed.

    “So what kind of lies are in there?” Owen gritted his teeth, looking more animal then man.
    “None that I found. It just said you two have been through quiet a few trainers, and not a one could keep you longer then a month, or you were kicked out.” Rolling my fingers over the desk.
    “We weren’t kicked out” Van snapped.
    “Alright then you tell me your side of the truth.”
    “We left, that’s all there is to it” Folding his arms like a child.
    “Wow, how very grown up. Care to be a big boy and tell me why?”
    “Care for me to show you just how big I am” Standing up, leaning closer to me. Sighing I stood up.

    “Cunning brothers, what do you see when you look out the window?” Pulling up the shade for them to see the gym below.
    “Men trying to build strength.” Owen scoffed.
    “Left over’s” Van hummed.
    “Perhaps, but what I see or have seen is these men naked more times then I care to count, and all of them have said they were just as big. And frankly I don’t care, my job is to make you winners not see how large your ego can match your genital. So if your done trying to impress me, can we continue?” Dropping the shade, taking up my seat. Punching in a few key words, I watched the screen pull up the twins.
    “Were going to try something different. I’m guessing you two are bored, and that is part of the reason you keep leaving the gyms.”

    “Isn’t she clever” Sighing cause I’m really getting sick of their attitudes.
    “It has nothing to do with being clever, a blind man could see what your problem is. I’m just the one to bite it in the ass” Glaring at them both.
    “So what did you have in mind..coach?” Van putting to much emphasis on the coach. Pushing my key board away from me, I crossed my hands.
    “Were going to do what my father did to me” Smiling. It was funny seeing their faces, a mixture of curiosity and aggravation.
    “If your thinking I was trained like a girl, you’ll be terribly sorry. My father doesn’t discriminate, and even less with his only daughter.” Pushing out of her chair, she needed to get ready for her next client.

    “That’s it?” Van asked.
    “Yes be ready tomorrow, and since you decided to show up extra early today. I will be expecting you the same time tomorrow.” Opening my door for them to leave.
    “What happened to training us?” Standing up I met their eyes.
    “You have my full attention this morning, but your attitudes kicked you in the ass. Maybe tomorrow you wont argue with me.” I was done and ready for them to leave, so I could regain what was left of my day. But that didn’t seem to concern them.   

    “You’re the one who got into a scuffle with that player” Owen growled, taking a small step to me.
    “What I do is none of your business, no man will get the right to say as he pleases to me. Rick has been asking for it, for a while now. He would of at some point tried to touch me, at least now he wont.”

    “Are you saying you don’t let men touch you?” Van snickered. I knew where this was going.
    “No I don’t” Holding my ground. Owen stepped closer, the smell of him was powerful and more then my insides could handle.
    “You let us touch you” Grinning like a thief.
    “Yes, and it will never happen again” Glaring up at him. He seemed highly amused, and winked at me before walking out followed by Van.

For the rest of the day, I worked my last client before heading to the tattoo shop. Dropping my bag in my room, before getting ready for the few tattoo’s I had. Nero walked in all smiles, handing me my paycheck.

    “Thanks” Folding it into my pocket.
    “Aww yes everyone loves me on pay day” Chuckling as she sat in an extra seat.
    “I always love you” Pulling out my gun and checking its parts.
    “So your last appointment cancelled, but you still have two.”
    “Great, I’m tired so that works. Did the two that are coming in say what they wanted?”
    “It’s a touch up and a finish job” She answered looking around my room.
    “Okay sounds easy enough” The door to the front rang, letting Nero know she needed to check them in. I could hear her, as she sounded winded.
    “Umm could you just have a seat, I’ll get your tattoo artist.” Her heels clicked across the floor, coming back to me. Closing my door she started hyperventilating.
    “Nero?” Razing my brow.

    “OMG! There gorgeous” Fanning herself.
    “Your horrible, they can’t be that hot” She scoffed, pointing to the door.
    “They look like brothers, you lucky bitch. I need to get my license.” Folding her arms.
    “Nero, half the men I do are ugly as sin. Its rare to get a good looking one. Send them in please.” Waving her out, as I poured colors into small caps. Sighing she composed herself, before walking out.

    “This way please” My back was turned to the door, as heavy footsteps entered. One sitting in the extra chair, while the other took up the tattoo chair. With my hair down, I hand push it behind my ear, when I turned around. Pausing as the grinning faces, were all but thrilled with this.
    “Gees, don’t you two have anything better to do, then bug me at my other job?” Owen was in the tattoo chair as Van was sitting on the wall, arms crossed.
    “Just admit you missed us?” Van chirped.
    “Whatever, what are you getting done?” Looking at Owen.
    “I need a touch up” His black long sleeve shirt, clinging to muscles I had already been graced to see.

    “Okay take your shirt off” Going to turn around.
    “She’s already trying to strip me” His chuckles turning to see Van.
    “Knew she liked it” Van hums.
    “Are you two done?” Waiting for him.
    “I’m just curious, what makes you think it’s a tattoo on my chest” Owen grins while going to unbutton his pants. Sighing I could really careless.   
    “Well whatever, just hurry up so I can get this over with.” He frowns when I don’t play along. Pulling his shirt off, tossing it to Van.
    “The tribal?” Pushing my chair over to his arm.
    “Yea, I wanted blue.” Watching me as I moved his arm around. Running my fingers threw my hair, I nodded.

    “Okay, give me a sec” Turning my chair, placing a few blues on a tray before putting gloves on. Grabbing a cleaner wipe, going all over his arm.
    “Trust me?” Titling my head. Staring at me he smiled.
    “Mess up and your ass is mine” Showing dangerous white teeth.
    “Fair enough” Taking the tool, tapping the foot petal dunking the lighter blue first. I knew what he wanted, and also what would look really good on him. Doing a ton of shading, before moving onto another blue shade. He was a great person to tattoo, with his muscles like drawing on a hard surface. Making the needles glide over tanned skin. Swiping the rag over, before continuing again. Dipping the needle in and out of paint, before going to another part of the tattoo.

    An hour later and I put everything down, grabbing a clean cloth wiping him all down. Making sure to get all the extra ink off before looking at him.
    “Take a look” Moving out of his way. Moving to my full length mirror, he turned his arm all around. Grinning like a wild cat, before looking back at me.
    “Not bad” Shaking my head, I’ll take it.
    “Alright Van your next” Patting the seat.
    “Sexy, say it again” Pulling his shirt off, while I added some gel to Owens arm, wrapping it in plastic.

    “Do you not have any self control?” Turning around, as Owens lips dipped to my ear.
    “We do, just not around you” His hot breath tickling me as my brown hair moved from his fingers. Gulping I moved back to my seat, not wanting to waist anymore time.
    “Okay Van” Sighing. When he heard his name again, a bright smile was displayed.
    “Yes” Purring.

    “What am I giving you?” Mentally kicking my ass, for wording it like that.
    “What’s on the menu?” His hand gliding up my leg. Quickly I slapped him.
    “No touching, now tattoo what do you need done?” Pointing my gun at him. He frowned a little bit, before answering me.
    “The last artist left before finishing the top off” Turning so I could see that indeed, the whole top part of his shoulder was not colored like the rest.

    “You want the flower to be a certain color?” I was dead serious, flowers on guys are more common then some may think. And really they were kind of hot, giving the guy a softer side.
    “Just try to match everything like he has it” Scoffing at my question. With an exasperated breath, I nodded. Fighting with these two was proving to be a lot more work. But then again father always did say, nothing in life comes easy. Changing out the blues for some brighter colors, along with plenty of blacks and whites. I’m not a tattoo artist for nothing, I’ve studied a lot while I was working on the other degrees. Not only studied, but my mentor was famous for his portraits and blending in colors.

    Using all the skills I was given, I was going to prove to these two pains that I was good at what I did. No matter what you threw at me, I was giving my whole heart to it.  Swipe after swipe working the ink into Van’s shoulder. He was just as good as his brother, never moving or asking for break. Unlike Owens I needed to look over the colors he already had, making sure they blended in perfectly. See colors are more vibrate when you first put them to skin, so when they dry they shift just a little. But to a good eye you can see the different jobs.

    With two hours coming up, I did one final check adding a little white where a highlight was needed. Cleaning off his shoulder, before moving out of his way.
    “Done” Cleaning up my area. Moving to the mirror, he checked out the work. Never making a sound, till I caught his face. Gleaming with joy as he noticed I did the same style he already had. Tossing out the extra paint, before cleaning my gun. Standing up to him, adding the gel before covering it up in plastic wrap.

    Without a word I started tossing the gloves into the trash, grabbing my keys and bag.
    “Leaving?” Nero asked coming into my room.
    “Yea, I haven’t eaten all day, and need to be getting home”  Her eyes flickered to the bare chest men in my room. Trying to hold her attention wasn’t happening.
    “Bye Nero” Chuckling as I left for them to pay her, while I made my get away. I knew she wouldn’t hear me, to incased in the absolute of the twins. What I wasn’t expecting was her to let them slip away so fast.

    “Riae” I heard from behind me. Turning around to see both brothers trailing after me. Stopping with my hands tucked warmly into my jean pockets, and my bag swung over one shoulder.
    “Yes?” Not sure why they were suddenly talking to me.
    “Where are you going?” Van asked, as they both stood quietly staring once more.
    “Home” Surly they heard to tell Nero that.
    “Aww” Van rubbed the back of his neck, before turning to Owen who looked just as flustered.