What she had drawn on my butt was a stylized version of my husband's initials, set up to look like an old style western ranch brand. I never saw myself as the type of person who got tattoos done, but then again I never expected to hop into bed with my husband and another woman or to be nursing both of them for their and my sexual needs. And besides, Michael said I needed something on the other side of my rump to balance out my cow tattoo.
Yes,
I hesitantly agreed.
Maybe I should get his initials branded on my butt.
Which is how I wound up back at Marie's tattoo parlor once again, my skirt on the floor and my bare butt exposed to the discriminating eye of Ian the tattoo artist. Marie was nowhere to be seen—at least by me. A few days previous she had finished the final few feathers on her angel wing back tattoo and upon entering the parlor had immediately stripped down to her tiny g-string so she could prance around the place showing off the final finished work to any and all who would look. Personally I was pretty sure she just wanted to be all but naked and show off her body to friends and near-strangers.
I was face down on the green leather table trying to relax, telling myself it would be a nice little surprise for Michael to admire when I got home. It seemed to me that Ian was being slow, the prep time was taking too long after he had transferred the design to my right cheek. I mean how long does it take to get a tattoo gun ready? He had already run a razor over what I was certain was an already hairless ass and then chilled me with a series of alcohol wipes. I could feel the room getting hotter while I waited, which was nice since I was half naked and I figured he must have turned on the heat.
"Ready?" Ian finally asked me.
"Uh-huh," I mumbled; I was in a half-doze from the room's warmth and my general laziness.
"You'll feel a sharp stinging," he warned.
Right, I thought, it didn't hurt that much last time.
Then a white hot burning hit my ass and I screamed and jumped up. I was certain Ian had set my ass on fire or had taken a knife and plunged it as deeply as he could into my flesh. "Calm down," Ian said, trying to relax me, but I was in too much pain to hear him.
Moments later Marie appeared in the small room. "What's going on?" she was still near-naked. Her nipples were adorned with charms dangling from her piercings. She wore only her panties and shoes. Just the sight of her was enough to calm me down.
"He tried to kill me!" I accused him, pointing a finger at Ian.
He looked genuinely puzzled. "I was just doing the brand," he innocently insisted to her.
