Watch Me by Ker Dukey

I like to watch.
It’s a compulsion I can’t stop.
Now, my desire is centered around one woman.
My obsession borders on stalking, but the glass wall keeps me in check.
She can’t see my face, yet she dances in an intensely erotic and intimate way that feels designed just for me.
She likes when I watch her.
But things are about to change when she waltzes out of that room and into my tattoo parlor, turning my world completely upside down.
There’s no glass wall this time.