A pretty young woman

The customer was cute, he supposed. She looked to be several years his junior, maybe twenty or so, if that. It was hard to gauge more accurately due to the prominence of her chest. Completely topless, she had a chain running between her pink nipples, which jutted out in near-opposing directions. Her bright red hair was shaved on one side and combed over the other, and she wore a red plaid miniskirt with fishnets stalkings beneath, running down her legs and over two shoeless feet.

She didn't have any tattoos that Horatio could see on her well-revealed pale skin, and for a moment, he thought she might be completely organic too. However, a quick turn of her head to flick some loose hair from her eyes showed the tattoo artist that she did have some cybernetic implants running in her ear and partway down her left cheek.

"Hi there, I'm Horatio. What brings you in today, ma'am?" he asked politely. Despite the social acceptance of open nudity and sexuality, Horatio owned a business, and so addressed the young woman by her eyes rather than her boobs.

"Hello! I'm Melanie, and I was thinking about getting my first tattoo," she started. She turned away from him as she reached the counter, reaching one arm behind her as her skirt lifted to point her ass at him. Naturally, she wasn't wearing anything beneath the stockings. "Sorta right here-ish. On my back. I want it kinda big, but mostly long-ways; I plan on getting some new tummy parts soon and I don't want the ink to stretch or whatever after the install."

He pressed his chest to the counter to get a better look down at his prospective canvas, eyeing the creases of her lower back carefully. She was pointing to right above her tail bone, but the movement of her finger suggested she wanted it to reach somewhat lower than that and a good ways higher.

"Something that big can get pretty pricey, and it'll have be at least two sessions. Do you have any idea what you want it to be?"

"Not really. I guess something sorta airy, but also very sleek. I want it to go with my face upgrades and be flexible with whatever I get done up front later. Something like..." she trailed off, before her eyes caught on the napkin laying on the counter. "Like that!"

Horatio looked to the napkin, and the hastily scrawled image depicted on it. "You like this?" he asked in surprise. It was more of a personal project; he never expected someone would want one of his original pieces, rather than a request.

"Oh, for sure! That looks hot!" Melanie exclaimed.

"Alright, well if you've got an hour or two, I can take you back right now." he said, already making his way around the counter.

"Sure, I can make that work!" She was excited, that was for sure. Her breasts jiggled heavily as she bounced in place. Horatio wondered how the chain didn't hurt when it pulled like that, but then considered that that might be the point.

"Alright then, head on back then, I'll be there in a sec." He watched her walk back, listening to the cute patter of her nearly-bare feet. Then he turned to the front door and turned the sign to closed. Horatio didn't have any employees in to watch the storefront while he worked, but he figured it was a miracle for even one person to come in today.

He headed back to join Melanie in the tattoo room, where she was already pulling off her miniskirt. Her ass faced the open doorway as Horatio approached, and he nearly tripped over himself as he stopped from bumping the erection in his pants into the young woman. She stood up, again pulling the chain on her chest as it bounced in place. She turned her head coyly--whether she meant to or not--and asked, "Will you need the stockings off, too?"

Horatio glanced at the fishnets that 'covered' her legs and pelvis. The hem reached up past her tailbone, and while it was thin and wiry, it could disrupt the workflow--and make things more painful for Melanie--to try to go over it. "If you just want to pull them down to your knees, you can go ahead and sit on the chair there, chest facing the back."

He pulled his rolling tray-table over from the corner of the room and sat it beside Melanie's stomach, which folded with the funny shape of her position. She was clearly trying to keep an arch in her back, but once her started, Horatio would have to have her relax, or this was going to be a painful two hours for both of them.

He washed the end of his implanted tattoo needle in the sink, feeling the young woman's stare on his back. Being so exposed was obviously getting her going, but tattooing was a serious business--a sacred art. He needed to be fully attentive on his needlework, if only for the safety of his client.

He grabbed the stool from a few feet left of the chair and rolled it to Melanie's backside, putting his knees on either side of her hanging ass. He could smell, now, the wafting juices emanating from her groin, and his own reacted in kind. But he casually shifted it out of his way beneath his light pants, loaded the ink cartridges from his tray into his hand, and began to work.