Cass has a bit of fun

Alone in Cass' workshop, Tracy had taken the liberty of removing her leather jacket and, finding nowhere to hang it, held it folded in the crook of her arm as she wandered around the room.

It wasn't a particularly large room. It was dominated in it's centre by a large brown leather chair. It looked like the sort of thing you might see in a dentist's office, the type that can lean right back to let them look at your teeth. Apart from a few cream-coloured cracks on the actual seat it looked to be in a good state, although Tracy couldn't help but notice the restraints on the armrest. They looked menacing.

There was another chair beside it, this one a simple wooden thing that Tracy assumed was for the artist to sit in while they worked. Surrounding the rest of the room was a waist-high wooden counter. Near the artist's chair were a variety of tattoo needles and inkpots along with other tools which Tracy didn't really recognise. The rest of the counter was covered in artwork; some in leather bound books, others just scattered loosely; a mad mixture of dragons, skulls, butterflies, hawks and, Tracy could not help but notice, an inordinate amount of naked women. They were pretty realistic, too.

"You like them, eh?"

Tracy turned on her heel as Cass entered the room grinning. She closed the door behind her and approached the counter. "A passion of mine." Cass continued, brushing her finger over a pencilled breast.

"They're, ah, they're very good." Tracy said, trying not to look too closely at them. "You get a lot of, ah... demand for this sort of thing?"

"A little bit. Mostly I just draw them to keep in practice. Go to a few life art classes, you know?"

"Well, a bit of writing on my arm shouldn't be too difficult then, hey?" Tracy said with a nervous smile. "So, I ah, just take a seat?"

"Oh no! No no! Not yet! Not like that, anyway. I'm afraid that I'll have to ask you to take your clothes off first."

"My clothes? But... but it's just an arm tattoo. Why do I need to take my clothes off?"

"Health and safety. It's stupid, I know, but if I try to give you a tattoo - any tattoo - while you have your clothes on, I could lose my license."

"That... makes sense." Tracy replied, frowning. Something, however, did not seem quite right about it...

"Oh, except those boots." Cass said, eyeing them. "Yeah... you totally need to keep your feet protected."

That must have been it, Tracy realised.

With a sigh of ****, Tracy placed her jacket onto the counter. She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it up over her head, revealing a plain, pale blue bra. She sat on the end of the brown leather chair, and Cass offered to remove the boots while Tracy worked on her bra. She reached behind and unclasped it as Cass pulled the first boot off; it was held in her clutched hand by the time the other boot was gone. She added the bra to the pile on the counter, then unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans. Deciding to get it over with, Tracy pulled both her jeans and her panties down at the same time, leaving her completely bare. Finally she sat down on the chair again and slipped her boots back on. She sat there, covering herself with her hands while Cass looked on.

"Kind of embarrassing, huh?" Tracy said.

"Don't worry about it." Cass said, smiling. "I do this all the time. Besides, only us girls here, right? Okay, now, I don't want to alarm you." Cass said as she moved to Tracy's side. "But I'll need to restrain your arms."

"What?"

"Well, tattoo needles can cause a bit of a sting. If you snatch your arm back instinctively then it could do real damage, you know?"

That made sense. Tracy reluctantly shifted her hands to the arm rests of the chair, revealing her graceful c-cup breasts and neat triangle of red hair. She blushed furiously as Cass' eyes wandered over her nude form. 'Probably thinking about her life art classes.' she rationalised to herself.

She grimaced as Cass tied a leather strap over her wrist and pulled it tight. Then she walked over to the other arm and did the same.

"Uh, why does that arm need to be restrained?" Tracy asked.

"Trust me. I know from experience that it needs to be both arms." Cass replied.

The tattoo artist took a step back, and admired the sight of Tracy strapped to a chair naked but for a pair of black, thigh-high leather boots.