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In the shop
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In the shop My head was down, as I toiled away on a rather squirmy . I believe her name was Diana. She was getting a butterfly on her hip. It was rather high up on her hip, more the love handle area. She was not enjoying my needles as much as others have. To be honest I found her to be a bit of a drama queen. She had made me redraw the image several times and reposition the stencil four times. She struck me as the type of woman who wouldn't bat a fake eyelash at asking to speak to a manager in any other establishment. This being a tattoo shop we are somewhat insulated from that type of behavior. Most people are either intimidated, or simply think whats the point. So Diana was stuck, the tattoo was started, and all she could do was sit there and accept her fate for however much longer it took to finish the tattoo. A butterfly tattoo she had chosen to symbolize her rebirth from a recent divorce. I tried several times to calm her down, get her to relax and breath. She needed to hold still so as not to cause a mistake in her own tattoo. But to no avail, she was hurting and she couldn't, or wouldn't contain herself. She was moving and moaning. If dawned on me that had you simply heard her without the context of what was happening. Had some one recorded her and played it back to you. You would be hard pressed to distinguish her sounds as either caused by pain or pleasure. Although I had a suspicion that if Diana was in the throws of passion, she'd by to timid or embarrassed to actually make this much noise. As I struggle to apply the best tattoo I can to Diana, she reaches out to her friend Mary. She asks to hold Mary's hand. Now Mary was not at all like Diana. Where Diana was dressed to impress. Mary was almost deliberately dressed down. Diana was wearing white shorts, and a revealing top with an exposed back. Showing off her sexy middle aged body, which she clearly maintains. She was not overweight, but she was a curvy woman. Her hair and nails were done, and her makeup was impeccable. Mary on the other hand was almost her opposite. Mary was a thin woman. Not skinny, but also not as curvy as Diana. Mary had dark brown hair with just a faintest wisps of grey. She was making no attempt to hide her age, unlike Diana. She was wearing a a simply brown dress. No makeup on, but her natural beauty was obvious to anyone who took the time to see it. She was quiet and unassuming. Again the opposite of her loud, brass friend writhing in my chair, almost insuring everyone pays attention to her. Mary held Diana's hand and gave quiet encouragement. The two of them had come in to get tattooed together. I got the sense that it was at Diana's urging. Mary seemed a little hesitant when we discussed what she wanted. While Diana was getting a butterfly to celebrate her divorce. Mary wanted a simple flower on her ankle. However she seemed a little hesitant. Diana urged her on and she agreed. Diana at this point was groaning through her teeth, writhing around, and squeezing Mary's hand. After one particularly painful spot Mary said her hand needed a break. I looked up and she was rubbing her hand which was red from Diana's relentless squeezing. She looked my way and mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to me. Obviously apologizing for her friends behavior. A little more whining and moving and Diana's butterfly was finished. She hopped up and looked in the mirror. She squealed with delight at the new butterfly adorning her hip. I tried to explain how to take care of it as she kept twirling back and forth in front of the full length mirror in my station. I'm fairly certain she heard none of my instructions. I sterilized my work area and began to setup for Mary's tattoo. Now it was Mary's turn. I applied her stencil, she checked the placement and approved. While all of this was going on, Diana had disappeared. She was on her phone in front of the shop. Sharing the news of her new tattoo loudly with someone. Mary again apologized for her friend. I told her it was fine I had dealt with drunks, junkies, surly homeless, and that an obnoxious divorcee during a mid life crisis was no problem. Mary giggle at the obnoxious part. She had a terrific smile. I followed up with a joke I can't seem to recall at the moment. When she laughed at that joke, she leaned in and put her hand on my forearm. With just the subtlest of a caress. I looked at her and she blushed and smiled nervously. It dawned on her what she had done. It didn't phase me a bit, but she obviously had been caught up talking to a man that didn't find her friend the more important of the two for a change. She jumped off the massage table I work on, and asked where the restroom was. I pointed her in the direction. She was only gone for a minute or two. When she got back she very carefully climbed back up on the table. At this point Diana came back. She asked to see the placement, and as most overbearing friends in a tattoo shop, asked if that was really where Mary wanted it. Mary nodded a yes. Diana said be sure. At this point I pointed out that this was Mary's tattoo not Diana's. She backed down, and as I turned Mary gave me a grateful grin. I was ready to go. I asked Mary if she was ready to start. She told me to wait a minute. She was summoning her courage. Or so I thought. Now at this point I should explain the layout of the shop a little. I worked in a row of stations all lined up from the front to the back of the shop. On one side stations and the other seating and waiting area. The station I had was the last one towards the back. So it was a little secluded. I sit facing the front of the shop, so as Mary is positioned on the table, her feet are facing me. Had you walked in, you would have seen her shoulders and the back of her head. It was a relatively quiet day at the shop. So there we are Myself, Mary working up to her tattoo, Diana holding Mary's hand and scrolling on her phone. Diana was moral support in presence only. Mary was taking breathing deeply. I placed my hand on her ankle and held it. I looked at her and said "relax, breath normally, you'll be fine". She smiled and said ok I'm ready. I began the tattoo with a small line, just enough to give her an idea of what it would feel like. The tattoo was on her right inner ankle. She was positioned with her right leg stretched out straight, and her left leg bent as she played on her right hip. She exhaled deeply as the first line finished. I asked if she was ok. She said yeah it was kind of nice. Not at all what she thought it would feel like. I asked if she thought it really felt nice. She told me yeah in a weird way she sort of enjoyed it. "Really" I asked again. She nodded and I continued. Now when I work I'm usually head down and focused. I'll chat with the , but I usually just keep my head in my work. But Mary was starting to make some unusual noises. Just as I noticed them Diana announces she needs to go make a call. With her gone Mary had no hand to hold. This forced her to readjust a little. When she did I paused and looked up. As she adjusted herself her dress rode up slightly. I guessed she was unaware of this and just concentrating on the tattoo process. However when I glanced at her face she had a sly grin on. I glanced back down as if to inspect my work. But the intrigue got the better of me. I looked squarely between Mary's legs. I thought I was about to see a hairy but trimmed pubic area. Mary's unassuming and simple nature lead me to think she would have some pubic hair covering herself. I was as I so often am incorrect. What I saw was a hairless, pink, pouty lipped vagina that was obviously wet. I immediately looked up at Mary's face. Not only was there a sly grin, but this unassuming, simply dressed, incredibly sexy, and devious woman winked at me. She actually winked at me. I have to say I was a little stunned. Excited, honored, and stunned. I proceeded to work on her tattoo. I applied the lifework. All the while her strange noises continued. They weren't loud. But where Diana's sounds were caused by pain that could be confused for pleasure. Mary's sounds were starting to lead me to believe her's were pleasure that were masquerading as pain. I agin glanced between her legs. The lips that were pouty a few minutes before, were now fully opened and inviting. The wetness glistened catching the light from my lamp pointed her way. Again she smiled at me. I asked if she was ok. She didn't even speak, she nodded several times and hummed a "mhhhmmm". So I continued on to the color. As I added colors her noises got slightly louder. She also started to move around ever so slightly. Not enough to cause any mistakes, but enough for me to notice. As I got closer and closer to finishing she made more noise. As I colored the second to last leaf of the flower she let out the loudest moan so far. As she did the toes on her left foot curled and she was grabbing the side of the massage table with her hands. I lifted off and dipped for more ink. When turned back her body had completely relaxed. She was now almost slumped in place. I looked between her legs which she was now purposely showing off. And what was once a wet alluring pussy, was now a drenched mess, but no less alluring. And the distinct aroma of sex was in the air. I put the finishing touches on her flower. I washed it off, lingering as I rubbed her ankle. She hopped up and took a look at it in the mirror. Asked her if she liked it. She turned, looked me in the eye, and said "I loved, love it". I bandaged her up and gave her the instructions for how to take care of it. I also asked her to explain those instructions to Diana, who had completely disappeared. She paid me, and asked if she could give me a hug. When she did, she whispered in my ear "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did". "And judging by that bulge I think you did". And with that she left to find her friend. Later that night as I was counting my money I found a twenty dollar bill with the name Mary and a phone number on it. End |
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