Just a quick note for the readers
I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy.
He looked at the business card, "Sebastian Inkwell". He wasn't sure why he took the card off of the contacts broad in the suppliers lobby. He wasn't looking for a tattoo, he had several and a fair number of piercings. Now his was sitting in the parking lot in front of the tattoo parlor and had no earthly idea what he was doing here.
The door of the parlor opened and he froze. Two of the women in the place were completely naked and unbelievably gorgeous. A tap at the driver side window made him jump. He looked and saw the person that had attempted to get his attention. She was tall, sexy, and nude. He rolled down the window an inch or so.
"Do you need help?" He asked.
"No, we just want to know how long you are going to hide in your car." She said in a tone that had him twitching in his pants.
"Shesin, we don't drag them in. If he wants to change his mind he can." A second female voice said.
He turned his head to see who had spoken but saw nothing. He looked back at to Shesin to find the woman was gone. He looked at the front of the parlor, "Sharpirion" tattoos. He was arguing with himself, his internet check of the place was about useless. The shop had not been open an entire week yet, and the owner-operator was a guy named Estephan Prizton.
The door of the parlor opened again and a good looking women carrying a gun on her hip stepped to the sidewalk. A red head scooted out to this cop woman and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The red head giggled and darted back in the parlor. The officer just shook her head and got into her state tagged car and drove off.
"Ok, I can see why Shesin was ruder than usual." A male voice said at the door of his car.
"Where did you come from, and where did she go?" He yelped startled again.
"My car." The guy said pointing at the red two door parked next to him.
"Are you coming in or are you leaving?" The guy said. "I'm busy today so I can take the weekend off. It has been a great first week."
"Wait, so you're Sebastian? Or Estephan?" He asked trying to open his door and step out without removing his seat belt.
"Yes." The guy said and started across the parking lot.
"Damn it, wait a second." He said angrily, pulling his sit belt off and climbing out of his car.
"I told you I was busy. Hurry it up. The ladies don't like to be kept waiting." He called over his shoulder and kept walking to the parlor door.
"Ladies? They're running around your shop naked." Anthony said.
"So you can see that will be helpful. Come on or you aren't going to fit in my schedule."
Anthony stepped into the parlor and every teenage fantasy he ever had stood or lounged here. Tall amazon women in leather, three naked hotties prancing about, and a cream skinned goddess with black hair sitting behind the counter in living color before his eyes.
"Welcome, first you need to answer three questions." The cute red head said as she took his arm.
"What? I am here to ask questions. Not answer them." Anthony said.
"There about sex." She purred at him.
"Why would you want to know about sex?" He squeaked.
"Cause the faster you answer the sooner we get to have some." She said with a grin.
His head spun and his vision blurred. An armed hooked under his and held him upright.
"Alright Tony. Don't puss out on me." The guy from the parking lot said. He pulled him in to the back where a stainless steel table stood. "I am Sebastian, and Estephan. The ladies have recruited you. I can see why. You need some water while we talk about it?"
"Recruited? Then what was the sex thing?" Tony asked.
"We'll get to that later. You can see their real forms, the ladies out front?"
"What are they?" Tony asked.
"So yes. This isn't the first time you have seen something like them is it?" Estephan asked.
"How do you know that? I never tell anyone." Tony whispered.
"Well, I have some good news and some bad news." Estephan said.
"I can help you. Answers to questions, a good paying position, and an apartment. The bad news is three of the women get super horny when a mortal can see them and it is likely all three of them are going to fuck you before they let you leave. You with me so far?" Estephan said evenly toned.
"Mortal?" Tony asked.
"Good you heard that. You pass the first test. Now the card you have is a lure for those that with very little help have seen the higher realm or a being from it. Thalia made them for us." Estephan said. "To answer your question, Sebastian Inkwell is my name in the higher realm. So anyone from there coming here will be easily identifiable when they come calling."
"Then how did I get it? I'm not from some other realm. You some kind of demon-psyco with a deal for my soul?" Tony asked.
"Nope, just a tattoo artist with a cool job moonlighting as the ambassador to heaven. Job has some great perks, and lots of sex. Not much good sex going on up there so when they come here... you understand?" Estephan said.
"No!" Tony said. "Is that why I got the card?"
"Yes! Now you probably have questions and you can ask. First you have to answer one. Sound fair?"
"I... yeah?" Tony said confusedly.
"You want to live forever?" Estephan asked.
Tony's eyes went wide. "Hell no!" He replied.
"You pass! Now ask your questions." Estephan said.
"What exactly is going on?" He asked.
Estephan smiled. "The muses have gone missing. We are going to be searching for them."
"Muses? Like the invisible girl with creative powers?" Tony asked.
