A familar face walks in

Paige looked around, nerves growing. David her tattoo artist was nowhere to be seen. She was laying topless on her back with a barely started tattoo on her side. She looked back behind her. To her shock several people had filed in and were getting tattoos while she'd been laying here. Now Paige felt extremely on the spot.

As she was looking at the rest of the parlor there was a chime as the door swung open. To Paige's surprise Megan walked in. She knew Megan from school. The pair were rivals in almost every way. They were also complete opposites in every way. Megan was tall, with long blonde hair, tan and athletic with an hourglass figure and huge, perky breasts. Paige had short brown hair and, of course, small breasts and a rather flat figure. She was a little fit, but no tan and toned athlete like Megan. Also Megan was head of the volleyball team, while Paige had given up all athletics since she moved to the city and became a hipster. They're social lifestyles were complete opposites and ensured they'd be opponents.

"Hi, I'm here for my appointment." Megan said. "I'm getting more work on tattoo done."

An artist escorted Megan to a chair where she sat facing straight towards Paige. Megan slipped off her shirt, revealing a partially complete tattoo on her side and, of course, her enormous, barely contained DD breasts in a black wire frame bra. Just then Megan noticed Paige. Here eyes widened with recognition and she grinned rather bitchily, waving Paige's way.

Paige looked away. Okay, this had gone too far. Her rival was here, looking straight at her while she was prone, helpless and topless! Paige had to get out of here. She tried to figure out how to get dressed without anyone seeing her chest when...