The Chiefs Daughter

The Chiefs Daughter

By Jax_Teller


Sitting around the camp fire with friends was how I spent a majority of my time these days. Drinking, smoking weed and socializing with people who understood duty, sacrifice and service. Some who visited the camp were former military, others fire or medical services. Chief was one of those iconic men who every one cherished being around. A duality of the fierce warrior and caring father was deeply ingrained in this man. A 100% Native American who served in Vietnam, he was widely respected and feared in certain circles.


The main table everyone sat around was like the round table of knights of the round table. The leaders of their clans stood out each with a few others in tow. Each one also understood the fire and what it represented in the circle of life. Chief like many of us had children, most were grown and on their own. Chief’s daughter Janis was a blazing red head, so different from her father in looks. He was a weather and time worn soul, a survivor several of wars with long jet black hair typical of a Native American. Janis was fresh and of the new age of electronics with a tough attitude.


Janis was 24 yrs old and having Chief for a father had taught her respect. Her skills were like her fathers’ but in her own unique way. The day was hot from the waking lights making shade a priority. The camp was not a public place so the rule was, the state of dress was up to the individual. Most warm days it was not uncommon to see nudity either partial or full. In the out lands of Larado by two in the afternoon, it was over a hundred degrees in the shade and there was no breeze. Most of older men were in pants or shorts with boots. Most of the women were either topless or naked, and the drinks were flowing freely.


Chiefs’ truck pulled in the drive and Janis got out and came up to the table with two bags of ice for the cooler. Mike went out to the truck and grabbed the the cases of beer. Once the beer was settled in the cooler Janis pulled her tee shirt off and sat topless at the fire side drinking a beer. Even in the heat we always had fire going, not always roaring but a fire. Some times the fire was just for the smoke which helped keep the flies down, but most of the time we cooked over the open fire pit during the summer. As I sat at the table I noticed the tattoo on Janis’s back that looked to be of a bear.


I am of the Bear clan and I walked over to her, looking at her tattoo, and I asked her about it. She said yeah it was a bear but she wasn’t happy with it. I asked her what was wrong with it and she said the line near the belly of the bear looked off. I looked at it closer and agreed, she told me she’d got the tattoo done at a Fair in Corpus Christi. She said that she wanted to get it fixed but didn’t know who to get to fix it. I told her I could do it if she wanted and we discussed it for some time. I gave her the name of a good shop in Larado, where Chief and his family had their main residence.


As we talked I noticed her breasts were small and the nipples were pierced. I had never really thought of her sexually because she was a child of one of the council. It occurred to me that she was being quiet chatty with me, talking more than we ever had before all together. Janis was 24 yrs old and I had seen her come and go with men from time to time, enough to know she was sexually active. So I knew she wasn’t a virgin, and although I was a good 15 yrs older than her, I found my cock getting rock hard, looking her over. The shorts she had on were cut offs that were quite worn and showed the cheeks of her ass clearly. Janis was really out of my league, because of her age and who her father was, but she was nice eye candy for now.


I told her if she’d like the cover tattoo done to catch up with me later on. She asked where I could do it and I told her my trailer had all my tattoo gear in it and was air conditioned. We sat drinking and milling about mingling in the conversations around the table for a couple hours. I noticed Chief watching Janis and I getting closer, once catching his eye, he gave me the nod of approval. I wasn’t planning on asking him just yet, so his affirmation was very welcome. After diner I asked Janis if she’d like to get the tattoo done. She said sure and we headed to my mobile home trailer.


I had my own two bedroom mobile home trailer and had one of the bed rooms converted into a tattoo studio. It was nice to have a place away from the others to go to when the party got too much. I had it setup near the entrance to the camp so I could also be the gate keeper so to speak. It was a short walk to the table and fire pit that I could see from the living room. I also had a large screen TV and video games for the rainy days. As we walked in the door I turned the stereo on and showed her to the studio, motioning her to the chair I use for tattooing.


She asked she could have a towel for the seat. I said sure, figuring she was sweaty, but as I handed her the towel she took she shorts off and laid them to the side. She said I hope you don’t mind and she went on to explain that she’d had a very wet orgasm when she had the tattoo done in the first place. Joking I said well let’s hope that doesn’t happen then, rolling my eyes. I had her sit backward in the seat so she could rest her chest on the back of the seat as I worked. The chair being an old barber chair I modified to allow the arm rests to swing down and out of the way. When she got in position I put them up so she could be at rest as I worked.


I rolled up behind her on my stool and drew the lines where I planned to tattoo. Janis jumped slightly giggling at the tip of the pens touch. I said now you’ll need to be more still than that or I would have to spank her. She said promises, promises looking over her shoulder as I held the hand mirror for her to see the line I added.