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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2014 13:05:07 GMT -6
*** Ehnvee enters Studio City ***
Ehnvee couldn't believe she was finally doing this. She had made plans to get this tattoo for at least 50 years now but she never made herself do it. Other things popped up in her life, like her condo or her dog or... being a little chicken shit. She took a deep breath and looked around while waiting for someone to greet her. They had pictures of their artwork all over the walls. She watched as a young woman and her boyfriend were pointing out tats. She shook her head and held onto her picture that she had brought in that revealed the tattoo she wanted. She had found it online one night, a long time ago, and fell in love. Finally a tall dark and handsome man came up to her. He smirked and looked her up and down. "Please do not tell me that you want a fucking butterfly."
Through his grin she could see the tips of fangs and felt more comfortable. She shook her head and laughed handing over the picture. "This is more my style, except, I don't want that weird fire breathing face at the bottom, please for the Virgin's sake, leave that shit out."
The man took the picture and laughed, raising an eyebrow to look at her. "I'm Mharcus. I will be doing your tat tonight, you sure you have time for this? Maybe do it in a couple settings?"
Evee shook her head. "Mharcus, I'm Ehnvee and I am all yours tonight."
Mharcus grinned and clapped his hands together. "That's what I like to hear! Come with me Ms. Vee."
Evee grinned and took a deep breath, taking his hand and following him to the back. He told her how to lay down on her stomach after pulling off her shirt and bra. She put her arms down so they were hanging towards the ground, per instructions from Mharcus. She heard the buzzing of the tools get to work and she tensed. Mharcus put his hand on her lower back and spoke gently. "Relax, it won't hurt too much. I can't wait to mark up this virginal skin of yours..."
Something about that statement sparked something inside Evee. She closed her eyes as he went to work. A few hours later, five to be exact, Evee felt the cold and pleasurable sensations of jelly and salt mixed together on her back. It burned at first pretty bad, but then the jelly part took over and soothed her skin. This tattoo was never coming off. She shivered as Mharcus blew on her back. He chuckled as he traced his fingers down her sides. "God, that's fucking hot, if I do say so myself."
Evee sat up, wrapping one arm over her breasts, covering them since they were bare. She turned her head and looked in the mirror he was holding up. Her back was perfect, better then she could have ever dreamt of. Evee grinned and looked at Mharcus. He was pretty fine, she'd never been with a black guy before. He sat back and rubbed his hands together. "That'll be seven hundred big ones Vee."
Ehnvee nodded and reached with her free hand and brought out a wad of rolled bills. He grinned and checked everything, handing $100 back. Evee shook her head and winked. "You can keep that as your tip if you take my picture."
Mharcus grinned and put the money in his pocket. He grabbed her camera and took a picture of her back. He grabbed the studio camera and also took a shot. After he was done he got up and helped Evee out of the chair. Looking down at her he smirked. "You smell like ink, and fresh spring air. Just thought I should let you know."
Ehnvee smiled and looked down at her bra. There was no way in hell she was going to put that back on right now. Her shirt looked entirely too tight as well. Mharcus laughed and pulled off his black tshirt that he had on. He gently lifted it over Ehnvee's head and over her body. It was more then too big, but it made it comfortable. He took the bottom and ripped it, tying a knot over her hip that way it was tighter at the bottom. He grinned. "If you were my only customer, you'd be bent over that chair right now."
He growled and ducked out of the room. She grinned and picked up her shirt and bra, stuffing both into the bag she called her purse. His shirt smelled like the country. Evee turned and made her way out, receiving stares from the couple waiting outside. Mharcus had moved onto them, shirtless, and it was obvious that she was wearing his shirt. As soon as Evee walked outside the cold air attacked her, but in the best of ways. She walked over and leaned against the wall with one hand, breathing in the fresh air. She brought out phone and looked at the picture of her back again. It was her own back, but it still made her about orgasm right then and there against the wall of the building.
(Just the flowers and skulls, not the face at the bottom left.)