Radeo Outlaw

Photography by Chas Ray

Her face is innocent but deceptive. With clothes on, there’s little hint of the transformation I’ve watched over the weeks and months under the tattoo machine. I’ve rarely had the chance to do so much radical work on such an unmarked canvas in so short a time, yet she always wants more. The stars around her pierced nipples hurt like hell, and nothing is worse than the shading on her delicate throat, but Radeo never flinches or cries. The hammering of the needle only sends her into nirvana. The inscription over her nether jewelry says it “Italian for sweet life”.

Life is sweet indeed with a pretty package who pays in trade. She shows up at our favorite no-tell motel as to settle up as soon as the fresh ink is healed, always wearing some creative item of slut-wear she’s designed herself. Radeo favors cutouts, sometimes over the fine crease of her haunches, sometimes showing off her pink-shaded tits. She can be unexpectedly playful, jumping me with toy six-guns as I get out of the shower so she has to be subdued. When she just strips and turns her back, showing the path of leopard spots that leads my gaze to her tail, I know she wants it in the ass, no romance. But when she sprawls on the floor at my feet, gazing up longingly, I realize that I’ll never be able to predict her whims. She’s a rebel and she’ll always be, and she’ll carry my mark wherever she roams.