I was sitting in a sort of cozy living room, many pictures of drawings or famous people getting inked were posted on the wall, and the place smelt really nice. It was a lot better than other joints I visited in the past month. Some internet sensation was tattooed here, which in any case, the place got a boost of popularity. I saw a biker and his old lady, both covered in ink. I didn't really want to see or know which part they were getting done today, I had my own worries. I was scared shitless, but I had to do it despite my fears of needles.
I had an appointment with a girl named Mindy, it sounded more like a stripper's name than a tattoo artist name, but what do I know, it was my first friggin time. I kept giving quick glances towards the clock, and as I was about to bail, she called my name. I swiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and looked towards the soft, almost childish voice.
God! That girl was the hottest girl I ever saw in my life. Well, to be honest, it wasn't a big accomplishment. It was my first time in a big city, and I am kind of shy. I was no virgin mind you, but some could say I was socially awkward. I'm six foot three and I weight two hundred and fifty pounds. Gym pounds, not fast food pounds. I am no douchebag either, I mostly keep to myself, I fantasize about myself being a bully for the bullies, I mean when I am around douches don't give a hard time to the geek squad, and yeah I am part of it.
She was standing there smiling like an angel, patiently waiting for me. She could see that I was really nervous. Damn I thought I would need an appointment, but somebody cancelled and Mindy had a spot for me, and I would be her last client for the day, she could allow me between two and three hours.
Her smile turned into a grin and she took a few steps towards me and extended her delicate hand.
"Hi, I'm Mindy, and I will be the one who will have fun with your body today."
I looked down at her. She wasn't higher than five feet two and weighted at most a hundred and fifteen pounds. She was wearing a loose black tank top with the logo of Iron Maiden, and a pair of tight short shorts, the blue jeans type. Her arms were covered with tattoos but what hit me the most was her beautiful brown eyes. Her long black Raven hair were tied in a ponytail.
I nervously took her small hand in my hand and it seemed to disappear in mine. She giggled and I released her hand quickly. She surely felt the sweat from my hand but made no gesture to rub it off.
"I am Joshua" was all I could say. She smiled and asked me to follow her, which I did. The way her hips swayed was the definition of sexyness, and her ass, oh dear God, I could follow her through hell and not notice the devil. She walked me to a small room, not bigger than an office, and asked me to sit on a big chair that looked exactly like one you'd see at the dentist.
"So Joshua, do you have any ideas of what you want?" She asked me while sitting down, her smile never leaving the delicate features of her perfect face.
"World peace?" That made her giggle again. I knew what I wanted. I wanted a tattoo, but now I wasn't sure anymore. I needed to think fast, last thing I wanted was to waste her time.
"Okay, let's go steps by steps." She said with a soft smile.
"Where do you want it?"
"My ribs?" I said without really thinking.
"Hmm can I suggest another place? Ribs is the most painful place for a tattoo, except of course genitals, so I don't recommend it."
I took a deep breath and thanked her for the advice, then I licked my lips and closed my eyes, thinking about what brought me here. I wanted a tattoo that would honor my late father who passed away a few months ago.
"Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen."
"Wow, you're quoting Churchill, nice." She looked at me with a smile and I was dumbfounded. I automatically thought that many people must have that quote tattooed, but she spoke before I could say anything.
"I majored in English history, and I always thought that Winston Churchill was a little odd but so authentic, you don't see many people with Churchill's words." I smiled and nodded.
"My dad, he was a fan, and this was his favorite quote and his epithet. He died a few months back, killed in action. He was a policeman, and a good one at that."
"I..I'm so sorry for your loss." She genuinely looked sad. I smiled and shook my head and explained to her that he wouldn't have it any other way, and I told her he stopped a bunch of skinhead from killing a young Indian kid and got stabbed five times.
We chatted for a few more minutes about the tattoo. She then asked me to remove my shirt and she grinned when she saw my muscular torso. Se drew the tattoo on my chest then added some smoke effect since Churchill was a cigar smoker. She asked me if she could add my father's badge in some sort of background effect and I told her to make it so she would love it. That made her smile.
"Ok I drew it, have a look in the mirror before I start" I nodded and went to look in the mirror, and all the little details didn't really made sense with no shade of color but I trusted her.
"Looks good! Like I said, If you like it, I will like it." She smirked.
"It's your body babe, I mean you will be the one looking at it for the rest of your life... Not that I... nevermind." She bit her lower lip and asked me if I needed a bathroom run or something to drink, because the less brakes we take the better it is.
"I'm good, let...let's do this." I said taking a deep breath while sitting back in the chair.
It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, I guess I have a good pain threshold. At some point her breast were pressed on my arm and it made me a little bit uncomfortable, but I didn't move one hair. From time to time I looked down in her tank top and the way she moved I could see her pierced nipple, and the closeness, the touching and the fact that I didn't have much sexual encounter in my life, made my cock stand up in my baggy cargo shorts.
She moved her left arm a bit and from time to time her elbow was brushing against my painfully erected member, and I have to say, I am a proud owner of an eight inches cock when hard, but she didn't seem to notice it, which was a good thing, I didn't want her to think I was a freak.
But all changed when she moved to tattoo my upper arm, she dropped her tattoo gun on the floor when she noticed my hard on.
"Holy fuck that's big!" She said looking at my crotch.
"I'm so sorry, it's...it's not what you think." She was chewing on her lower lip while I was trying to cover it with my hands. Damn I should've worn tighter boxers. Her cheek took a shade of pink and her hand moved down to slowly take my hand off of what I was hiding.
She finally removed my hand and started to run my painfully erected cock through my shorts and my breath started to be shallow. I licked my lips and all I could see was the back of her head and her hand rubbing my pants.
She stood up and went for the door. That was it, I thought she would go get some big guy to throw me out. She could at least have told me, I would've left without a word. But I was wrong, she simply locked the door and came back standing in front of me. She tilted her head and spoke with a husky tone.
"Look Joshua, you have no idea how horny I am, so how about we help each other, I mean don't think it's the pain that made you hard...or is it?"
I shook my head slowly, and she took a step closer removing her tank top, exposing her breast. My eyes were glued on them and her pierced nipples. My cock was about to explode. Was I gonna fuck her?
