Chapter 11
She wondered if getting this tattoo was the right thing to do. It was one thing to get a small tattoo on your butt or pubic area, but to get a full body tattoo of a snake; dragon or flowering vine from toe to breast was another thing altogether. Jenny's questioning of this decision was far too late now. The initial tracings had already been installed. She was well past the time to chicken out. She did, however, need to decide on which it would be. She was leaning towards the dragon, she was a big fan of GOT (Game of Thrones) and βDaenerys Targaryen. It would depict its tail wrapping around her foot and leg, then circle her ass and midriff, ending with fangs extending from its open mouth as if about to bite her left tit.
Lying naked for the artist didn't bother her, she wasn't very modest about hiding her body. The ink machine, and its vibration from them keeping her constantly on the edge of a climax. She knew he must smell her desire.
From his position on the adjustable wheeled stool, Doug had Jenny turn on her side and he began filling in the colors of the dragon. It was all he could do to keep his mind on his work. She was a beautiful woman, clothed. Naked she was a siren! He was getting used to his cock being in a constant state of erection the entire time he was working on her. She didn't seem to notice, but she smelled like sex. Perhaps after he was paid, and the art was finished he'd suggest they fuck. She'd probably beg him for it, he thought.
After several more sessions and two weeks later the dragon was finished, and it came out much better than he'd hoped. He watched as Jenny looked at his work in the three full-length mirrors. She turned and twisted seeing every angle and revealing everything to him in turn.
"You did a great job," she said smiling as she focused on the throbbing bulge in his pants. "I think you are due a tip, or perhaps I'm going to get a tip." She turned and walked away from the mirrors to where he was standing watching her big tits bounce as she arrived, wondering how they were able to float off her body like that. Squatting she fumbled with his pants until she was able to get it open and his dick popped out slapping her in her face. "Well, aren't you the eager beaver!" She pulled it to her mouth and sucking it. Doug's eyes rolled back in his head as she worked magic making his already hard cock, even harder. Slick with her spit, she pulled it out and asked, "Well, lover is this as comfortable as we get or do you have a couch or bed." Doug shrugged, "Sorry sweetheart, it's just a studio."