It was a very nice, very clean place. Not quite a sterile as a doctor's office or surgical room, but very clean, brightly lit and had none of the appearance of a traditional tattoo parlor I was expecting. Marie quickly got the artist to agree to do a small tattoo for me for free, then set me to look through the many, many books of art that I could choose from for my work.
As I breezed through the books looking for exactly what I wanted, Marie pulled off her shirt and bra, as casual as if she were stripping down in a locker room, then lay on a padded table in the back half of the parlor. The artist set to work, adding detail and color to more of her feathers. I barely spared her a glance as I looked for what I wanted. Most of the traditional artwork I wouldn't even consider, but once I found the section of cartoon animals, it was easy to pick out what I wanted.
The assistant artist, who Marie's friend directed to work on me free of charge, took the book from me and then asked the important question. "Where do you want this?" He was kind of cute, probably barely out of high school with a scraggly blond goatee and too many earrings, but still kind of cute. I would have seriously hesitated and walked out if he was ugly, but he was cute so I didn't mind telling him.
"Right here, on my butt," I said pointing to my left cheek. He grinned at me and I blushed.
"Okay, take off your pants, hop up on the table and I'll get started."
I took the table next to Marie. Her head was tilted in my direction. Apparently the pain of tattooing didn't bother her in the least. Her eyes were slightly glassy and she was relaxed. "What'cha gettin'?" she asked dreamily.
"You'll see," I said nervously pulling down my work slacks and shivering slightly. The room wasn't cold; I was just scared. As I stood their in my shirt and panties, I realized I needed to make a decision. Since I wasn't wearing a thong I was either going to have to pull up my panties and give myself a wedgie or pull them down and let Mr. Junior Artist get a full moon, and who knows what else.
"Where you getting' it?" she asked, grinning.
"Right here," I said, smacking my less ass cheek. She giggled slightly as I climbed upon the table and pulled down my undies.
"I'm Tim," the artist said as he reappeared with his tools and apparently a stencil from the book. "You'd better show me exactly where you want this." I propped myself up on one elbow and positioned the stencil on my cheek with his help. He grinned at me as I blushed. "Don't be embarrassed," he said. "I've done tats right on the naughty bits. This is nothing. And since it's on your ass, it'll hardly hurt at all."
He lied. Or at least he gave me his opinion on how much a tattoo hurts a woman who never had one before as compared to how much it hurts a barely-post teenage boy who was half covered in ink already. It wasn't screamingly painful, more like someone was slowly and steadily scraping my skin over and over again. I wonder what it would have felt like if I had it done on a sensitive bit of skin.
Marie kept craning her head to try and catch a glimpse of my work, but her artists wasn't having it. Eventually hers was done before mine and he let her up from the table—after applying some Vaseline and a bandage over the fresh ink—and she immediately rushed over to see what I was having done.
"You're kidding!" she exclaimed after looking at my ass.
I wasn't surprised at her reaction, I was a little surprised to see that she didn't even bother to cover up before inspecting my work. Her breasts were smaller than I expected. She showed no shyness in displaying them for me, the artists or the few other customers in the parlor. That wasn't at all surprising when I noticed that both nipples were pieced through with a bright steel rod that had little balls on each end holding it in place. Quiet Marie, I thought to myself, so reserved and focused on her job...spends her time adding to her huge back tattoo and getting her nipples pierced. What other surprises did she have for me?
"A cow?" she asked, her eyes not having moved from my butt.
"Yes. I think they're cute." It wasn't truly a lie, and Michael would appreciate it I was certain.
She shrugged. "It's just that most women get flowers, or butterflies, or birds, cute little animals and such for their first tattoo. You got a cow."
"I like cows," I said. It was then that she noticed I was staring at her chest. My eyes hadn't moved from the barbells going through her nipples. I was fascinated with the way the light sparkled off the balls.
"Apparently you like women's breasts too," she commented with a light laugh.
I winced. Hopefully she thought it was because of the needle and not my embarrassment. Last thing I needed was to discover that Marie was a lesbian and thought I was coming on to her. "No, it's not that," I said. "It's just that I've never seen pierced nipples before. Well, not up close and in person," I amended.
"You like them?" she asked raising her hands to cup her small boobs. "Ian did them for me."
"That's right, I did," my tattoo artist, apparently named Ian, said.
"You want yours done?" she asked me.
"No!" It came out more emphatically than I intended.
She laughed. "It took me a while as well. Small steps." She still didn't make a move to cover herself. She must have been proud of her body. It was attractive enough; she was a small woman, barely above five foot two, but lithely built with curves in all the right places.
"I would have thought your tits were bigger," I blurted trying to change the subject and doing a horrible job of it.
She laughed and gathered up her top and bra. She displayed the undergarment to me; it had copious padding that added to her small Bs bringing her up to an adequate C. "I wear the thick bras because they hide my piercings better, especially the rings. I like wearing rings better than studs and barbells, they're prettier."
I just nodded in agreement as she slipped on the bra then her shirt. Marie didn't seem to be suffering any of the pain that I was undergoing, but she was probably used to the needle—and who knows what else. After getting dressed she looked down at my naked ass again. I was starting to feel seriously underdressed in the small parlor.
