Getting Some Ink

Tanya had never planned to get a tattoo. She'd always viewed them as tacky at best to totally slutty at worst.

Yet, for some reason, here she was pulling into Rooster Rick's Tattoo Studio.

She tried to understand the compulsion, but could only chalk it up to a whim. There was really no logical explanation she could muster.

Tanya snapped back to reality a she parked and stepped out of her car. Contemplating why would need to wait. She had to get a tattoo!

Inside the parlor was a small crowd, mostly men whom Tanya would consider a seedier type.

"Guess that's to be expected," Tanya mused, "who else but deadbeats and losers would be at a tattoo parlor on a Tuesday morning?"

It was not a very big studio, so the radio DJs were hard to miss as she stepped inside. Their makeshift studio was just a small table beside the entrance.

"Well, it looks like you might be spending some dough this morning after all, Mad Cat," the boisterous DJ nicknamed "The Trout" laughed, half to his co-host and half to the listening audience. "What a beauty!"

Tanya blushed at the sudden attention.

The popular girl was used to guys staring at her good looks, but most had the decency to be discreet. It felt so crass for someone to openly boast about ogling her and encouraging the whole room to do the same.

"If you're right, that will be money well spent, Trout," Mad Cat replied.

"Well, let's find out," the Trout smiled. "What brings you down to Rooster Rick's this morning young lady?"

"Um, well, I heard you guys on the radio and..." Tanya hesitated. Once again, she just couldn't explain why she had come here.

"And you wanted me to pick out a naughty tattoo for that marvelous backside of yours! Am I right?" Mad Cat hammed it up for the audience.

Tanya smiled a bit, feeling like her brain had finally found an answer. It might not be an answer she *liked* but it was an answer.

"Yeah, it was kind of a whim, but I came here because I wanted you to pick out a naughty tattoo for my bum!" As the explanation left her mouth Tanya couldn't believe herself.

She slapped a hand over her mouth and blushed again.

"Don't act shy now, sweetheart," the Trout intoned with a light-hearted smile, "Give us a spin so Mad Cat can see the canvas he'll be working with."

Tanya wanted to tell these two letches to "dream on," but was surprised to feel herself turn around to give the guys a better look at her backside.

"Wow! She's feisty, Mad Cat!"

"Sure is Trout! You guys at home don't know what a looker your missing out on!" Mad Cat replied before directing another comment to Tanya.

"Flip the skirt up, sweetie. What do you say? I need the best view to do this right." The DJ playfully continued.

If the guys were surprised by what happened next, Tanya was 100 times moreso! Standing in front of a large glass entrance door, in plain view of the street, Tanay found herself flashing her black panties to a room full of lowbrow chauvinist males.

"Wow," a gruff looking man seated and waiting nearby said to nobody in particular, "I thought she was some prude the way she walked in here. Looked so smug. Ha"

A few others muttered their agreement without taking an eye off the young girl.

Tanya could feel her cheeks blush with embarrassment. What had come over her?!

The radio hosts continued their assessment of the sexy showoff as she tried to will herself out of the situation.

"OMG, what am I doing?! This is so stupid... And embarrassing! I can't believe I'm doing this... Ahh!" Tanya thought to herself until her concentration was broken as she felt her hands moving unconsciously to lower her panties.

"Yeah! That's it, girl! Give us a good look, so Cat here can pick a good one." Trout's words came back into focus. Apparently, someone had advised her to take the panties off and Tanya's **** mind took the que.

"Wow, that's some rump! Do you have any request for your tattoo, um...uh... Hey, I don't think we ever got your name, sweet cheeks!" Mad Cat chuckled.

"Tanya Graham," she replied tersely, more on autopilot than from an actual desire to give her name out. She was just so preoccupied by this whole embarrassing ordeal that she really wasn't thinking straight.

"Thank goodness I'm late for school - at least everyone is already there, so they won't be around to catch this on the radio," Tanya thought. Her eyes scanned outside the glass door hoping she would similarly avoid anyone she knew passing the studio and recognizing her.

Mad Cat continued his question now.."Great! So, tell us Tanya, before I pick, do you have any thoughts about this tattoo your going to get?"

The phrasing left Tanya a bit of room to speak candidly about the pending tattoo.