It was three days since Cheryl Cole had her arse tattoo completed when she received a call from her tattooist asking her to see him immediately. Worried she got in her car and set off imagining the worst, the ink was going to react or something to that effect, she was aware her arse felt sore almost like it was bruised all over.
The tattoo parlour she used was nothing special, a discreet little place run by a short balding middle aged man perhaps slightly overweight called Dave who also did the tattoos. She used it as the paparazzi wouldn't be looking for celebs in a place usually used by middle class men going through a mid-life crisis. She got there and Dave invited her in with a cheerful smile that confused her given the circumstances of her visit seemed quite inappropriate "come in my dear please take a seat."
"Let's not waste time Dave you said this was urgent so give me the news, is everything safe?" Cheryl asked him her thick Geordie accent
"Oh yes everything went perfectly, this wasn't my first time you know."
"Then why was I called in?" she said worry turned to anger at having her time wasted.
"Yes to business. I have something to show you that you may prefer did not make its way to the press." Smirking he handed Cheryl an ipad and watched as her pretty face turned into a picture of anguish. What she saw was a file of pictures called Cheryl's arse and when she finally summoned up the courage to click on it there were at least twenty different photos both before and after the tattoo of her arse in all kinds of positions. One with her cheeks spread revealing a perfect view of her puckered little asshole and another with the words I am a slut written over her ass in whipped cream but by far the worse was one where she had been flipped over showing the world possibly the most fantasized about pussy in Britain if not the world. She realized with Horror that while she was knocked out (she had specifically requested to be unconscious during the procedure to avoid any pain) Dave had utilized the opportunity to snap as many humiliating pictures as possible.
"You utter bastard!" she yelled more angry than she has ever been before "what the fuck Dave I trusted you and this how you repay me, I could fucking kill you."
"I would show a bit more respect if I was you, your career is completely in my hands as I'm sure you realize. Just clarify I have various backups, full body shots so no one can claim fake and those you can see are just a sample. You were out for quite a while little lady." he said with a satisfied smirk that made Cheryl hate him even more.
"FUCK YOU!" she screamed burning with rage.
"Now I have two options and it's completely up to you which one I pick. I can sell these pictures to the lads mags for so much money I never have to lift a finger again or you pay me so much money I never have to lift a finger and let me inject that arse of yours a few more times if you catch my meaning." he said with a wink.
Cheryl fell silent for a good 10 minutes after he said this with her head in her hands softly sobbing unable to believe she had been so foolish, what did she expect to happen leaving her semi naked unconscious body alone with one man? No she thought this isn't my fault I trusted him as a professional how could I predict he would be such a perv, he always seemed so nice. Eventually she looked him in the eye and pleading said