Punk In Love's

Plan

The amused look kept Tom got from the eyes of the women who were busy pampering his body in Peter's villa.

"Stop looking at me like that, and carry on with your duties" he said cynically to the women who were busy caressing and serving the center. They are the hired women that Peter and Tom ordered after his return from La Plancha.

The skimpy-dressed women continued their activities while occasionally glancing at the curved tattoo on Tom's chest, a smile they could not bear anymore as his eyes traced the sentence engraved there.

So even with Peter's condition, he sat across from Tom with some women they paid to also satisfy his lust. Although the women were staring amusedly at the tattoos on the chest of the field, Peter did not care about the gazes of the women. He just wants to feel the pleasure of his paid woman service. In the confinement of the pleasure that runs through his bloodstream, Peter imagines Chelsea's beautiful face.

"Damn it, Chelsea really fucked us Tom." said Peter with his head looking up the pleasure of feeling ******** his rental woman's lips down there.

"We have to pay it back.. Ahh." said Tom in his sigh.

"True, we must think of a way to repay him." said Peter.

"We have to go to Ed's cafe, he must be there" Peter continued.

"It's a good thing it's not a permanent tattoo" said Tom relieved to recall Chelsea's La Plancha speech about a temporary tattoo he made on their chest.

"You're right, I can't imagine if this is Tom's permanent tattoo" Peter said

"Ah.. You're so smart" she said to the Asian woman squatting between her legs.

"We have to think of a way to get back at him" Tom said amid the rain of pleasure he was feeling.

"Yes, but we'll think about it after we grow crops first." Peter grinned as he rose from his seat pulling the woman crouching underneath into the villa room.

"Sad. You always steal the start." Tom rolled his eyeballs lazily, watching Peter begin to step foot away from him.

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"Miss uh sorry I mean Mr. Abigail, from today let me help you organize a photography exhibition" said a bespectacled woman standing inside her photo studio. He bowed politely before Abigail who had just arrived at her studio.

"Call me Abigail, without any puffing." Abigail looked at some of the papers that the motherly woman carried with her hair neatly knotted.

He turned back the papers containing important documents related to the photo exhibition that he will hold.

"So from now on, you're my assistant?!" ask Abigail to make sure.

"Your name is Gusti Ayu Maharani." Abigail chanted the woman's name in front of her with a slight stammer and got a nod from the woman.

"Call me Ayu." said the original Balinese woman with a thick language accent.

"Okay, Ayu because from today you work here. I'm sure you'll understand what you need to do to prepare for my photo exhibition" Abigail explained. His hand pulled out a cigarette from the pocket of the trousers he was wearing. And he started lighting it up.

"Good Tu.. Sorry, Abigail." Ayu still seemed awkward to mention directly the name of her superior.

While Ayu began to move closer to the room appointed by her superior, Abigail stared fixedly at her lover who she took to her studio, he smiled gently at Chelsea looking at some pictures of Abigail's shots neatly arranged along the studio wall.

Most of the photos that Abigail put on display, are photos of Balinese women with their traditions. Some photos show the aura of happiness that comes from the wide smile on the face of a little girl in traditional Balinese clothes. The little girl looked cute with an exotic skin color.

On the other hand, Chelsea saw a portrait of another Balinese girl who was gathered in front of the temple with several offerings neatly arranged underneath. The portrait caught his attention.

His eyes saw the expression on the face of the girl filled with a magical aura that was slavish, a feeling of peace instantly filled his heart not even when he was watching the portrait from a distance of several meters. He tilted his head, watching the girl in the portrait.

"Do you like it?!" abigail's question, which had been close to him, shocked Chelsea.

"You done yet?" Chelsea caught a glimpse at new assistant Abigail who was beginning to look busy taking down something in the ledger.

"It has. You didn't answer my question, baby." he said embracing Chelsea's loin-love. Now their eyes are on the portrait of the Balinese girl who was seen by Chelsea earlier.

"Yes, I like it. Where did you get that picture?" chelsea asked with eyes still on the portrait.

"Bedugul." replied Abigail while softly peeling the Chelsea temple.

"That's so beautiful, the girls here have the power to draw people's eyes to keep looking at it." Chelsea praised the portrait of the girl.

"You have good artist eyes baby, you can see the main attraction of the portrait." Abigail salutes the way Chelsea expressed her opinion on the portrait she made. Chelsea smiled sweetly at the compliments coming out of her lover's mouth.

"All right, I think we should get to the cafe. Don't you still have a singing schedule there?" Abigail reminded Chelsea, while looking at the watch that was coiled around her wrist.

"Yes, I have a singing schedule there. Come on, get me there." Chelsea took Abigail's hand to get out of the studio.

"You don't have a job today?" chelsea asked as they set foot toward the studio exit.

"There was. But I will take you first to the cafe, after that I will go directly to Graha Vishnu Kencana. There's a couple of brides that I want to make prewedding photos there" he said, pushing the door for Chelsea.

"Okay then, you'll just go straight to the apartment. No need to pick me up, let me go there myself after I finish singing." said Chelsea before he wore a full-face helmet given by Abigail.

"Alright." said Abigail who then immediately wore the black fullface helmet.

The sun was a little cloudy when the Abigail motor sport began to move. The cool air of Bali makes it feel relaxed riding its motorbike. Soon his busyness will increase sharply as the exhibition approaches, not to mention he has to think of some photos that he must make to complete the photos that have been collected. It will likely take time to be alone with Chelsea. Thinking that, made Abigail exhale long behind the fullface helmet she was wearing.

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