To the Tattoo Shop, of Course!

As you pull into the Tattoo shop, the discussion has gotten or stayed pretty nice. Sabrina is actually pretty funny and you can tell having her around is making Ashley more comfortable.

“We’re here!” You shout back to them as you put the RV into park. You made sure to pick a tattoo parlor that was in a strip mall with enough parking for the enormous new home on wheels.

“Tattoo time, right?” Sabrina asks.

“Yep.” You respond, “Are you all ready? Also, you should probably think about where you’d want the tattoo to be, since you’re all getting one.”

Ashley rolled her eyes, but said, “Yeah, I have my idea.”

“Me too. I think I want it right on my shoulder. That way I don’t have to worry about looking at it if I don’t like it.” Sabrina explained expertly. She clearly has a lot of faith that you’re gonna give her a long leash to be herself, even in the harem and at this point, you didn’t want to disappoint her.

We all started getting out of the RV and walking toward the entrance as Mom explained, “I didn’t really think about it because I thought you would just tell me where you wanted it.”

You hadn’t thought about it either, but then you imagined your mother pantsless on the table and you quickly decided, “I suppose one of your ass cheeks would look pretty nice.”

She winks at you, and smiles lasciviously, her auburn hair getting blown into her face and forcing her to look back toward the shop.

As you entered, you realized that you probably should have made any kind of appointment before deciding to waltz into a place like this. Thankfully for you, some guy isn’t in there already getting some crazy picture of a skeleton pointing guns right at you. It seemed actually completely dead, which might make some sense considering how nice the neighborhood is. You usually don’t see tattoo shops in places like that.

The one worker that you could see was a small thing, someone you could squeeze between two fingers, much shorter than anyone in your group, although undoubtedly an adult woman. She has dark brown skin and probably some Hispanic heritage, if you have to guess, which you don’t, technically. She was also pretty obviously goth, with tattoos all around her arms and legs, but still some room for more.

As she looked up at your group of 4, your mom said, “Hi, could you possibly squeeze one of us in? Sorry we brought a big group, but my daughter is pretty scared of the needle.”

God, she is so great at this! You didn’t even think to have a cover story, already being focused on just getting to know Sabrina.

The woman looked up and said, “Yeah, sure! I don’t have any appointments right now, so would you like to look at the book or do you have a design that you could show me?”

She’s wearing an oversized black band shirt of some band you’ve never heard of, and probably wouldn’t really like if you actually listened to it. She also looks like she’s wearing a full net body stocking, seeing as it’s covering her arms and legs, underneath the baggy black cargo shorts that she’s also sporting. She looks pretty hardcore, but not in a particularly sexy way. That almost made what you’re about to do even hotter though.

“I know it’s kind of strange, but she actually wanted to get this stamp done.” You say, stepping up to the counter that had the register and stuff on it and placing your stamp on top. The counter’s thin and left about half the width of the store to walk around it, but it was clear that anywhere past it was the domain of the artists, so you stayed there. Honestly, it kind of seems like this was a SuperCuts or some other chain barbershop in a past life.

“Yup.” Ashley adds.

The artist steps up and takes a look at the stamp. After about a second and her realizing that it already had ink on it, she took out her wrist and stamped herself, without anyone even asking!