Emily's first tattoo

Inside, she's greeted by a black leather chair which looks like it can be adjusted to whatever position necessary. Off to the side is a table set up with all the inks and tools used for the tattoo.

"Please, take a seat." The man says, motioning to the chair.

Emily steps over to the black leather chair and takes a seat. In the meantime, the man starts setting up his things over by the table.

"So, is this your first tattoo?" He asks, making polite conversation whilst he gets prepared.

"Yeah, it is." She says.

"Nervous?" He asks.

"A little." She responds.

"Don't be. Tattoos this small hardly hurt. We'll be finished before you know it." He says.

"Thanks, that's good to hear." Emily responds with a smile.

"So, what made you two decide on this symbol?" He asks curiously.

"Well, we wanted something to commemorate this night together and this is the logo of the club we went to." She responds, blushing a little at the thought that he might know what it means.

"Oh yeah, that's the one just around the corner right? We get a few customers from there." He says, grinning to himself.

"That makes sense I guess." Emily says, her voice getting softer as she grows more embarrassed.

With that the man is finished setting up and brings his things over to the side of her chair.

"I'm just gonna adjust this so you're lying down." He says, shifting her chair so she's lying flat on her back.

It's at this point that Emily remembers she's not wearing any panties. Couple that with the position she's chosen for her tattoo and the skirt she's wearing and this man is about to be the second stranger tonight to see her bare pussy. Her cheeks blush bright red with embarrassment at the thought of it, but thankfully he can't see from where he is.

"Alright, I'm gonna need you to lift your skirt up a little now so I can begin." He says from his stool at her side.

"Umm... ok." She says.

Emily tries not to think about it too much as she lifts her skirt up to expose her hip, along with her bare pussy. She watches as the tattoo artist raises his eyebrows at the realisation that she's not wearing any underwear. He probably thinks he's a total slut, which based on the events of the evening, may not be too far from the truth. Nonetheless, he doesn't say a word and instead simply continues on with his job.

"Alright, you're gonna feel some sharp scratching now." He says, leaning forward and pressing the needle to her skin.

The moment he turns it on, Emily clenches her jaw in response to the pain. Whilst it isn't as bad as she imagined it in her head, it still hurts like hell. As he moves the machine around on her skin, permanently marking her body with the ink, she can feel each of the needles piercing her skin repeatedly. She grips the leather chair tight with sweaty palms, an instinctive response to the pain. However, before she knows it, he's already finished.

"All done." The man says with a smile.

"Seriously." She says, surprised at how quick it was.

"Like I said, this one was pretty small. You took it like a champ." He says.

Emily is filled with that strange feeling once as she receives praise from the second stranger of the evening.

"Feel free to take a look in the mirror." The man says, motioning to the full length mirror in the corner of the room.

Emily stands from her chair, walking over to the mirror and staring at her reflection. She's once again reminded that her bare pussy is completely exposed, but the adrenaline from getting her first tattoo pushes her through it. She stares at the small black symbol, her very first ink.

The tattooist stands behind her, also eyeballing her tattoo, or at least she thinks that's where he's looking. He looms over her from behind, several inches taller than her and far more broadly built. Something about seeing him there, towering over her brings back that warm feeling down below and before she knows it she's once again daydreaming about what took place in that room in the shady club. This is when she realises that her new tattoo is also a permanenet reminder for her of how she let a total stranger fuck her like some whore off the street, only she was the only one who had spent any money. Before she knows it, she can feel her pussy starting to get a little wet again from all these dirty thoughts. A single, small drop of her juices runs down her inner thigh and she immediately pulls her skirt back down. Hopefully he didn't spot that.

"Thank you so much, it looks great." She says with a smile.

"My pleasure. Feel free to take a photo while you're at it." The man says, grinning back.

"Ummm... ok..." She says hesitantly.

She's not quite sure why she's even doing it, but his suggestion sounded somewhat reasonable and seeing as it would be on her phone, what was the harm.

With the photo taken she quickly puts her skirt back on, not wanting to be exposed in front of this total stranger any longer.

"Do I just... pay at the front?" Emily asks, trying to interrupt the man from leering at her body.

"Of course, come on through." He says, leading her back to the reception.

When they arrive, Emily spots Val waiting on the couch, seemingly already finished with hers.

"Omg, come show me, come show me!" She says excitedly at the first sight of her friend.

"Umm... I can't exactly..." Emily starts, eyeballing the massive window shopfront which leaves them completely exposed to passersby on the street outside.

"Oh come on, it'll be quick." Val says, reaching out and lifting her friend's skirt to expose her new tattoo along with her bare pussy.

"Oh my, someone seems to have enjoyed their first tattoo." Val says with a grin, noticing Emily's wet pussy before even seeing the tattoo.

"Hey! Shut up!" Emily says, pulling her skirt back down with red cheeks.

"Hey, no judgement here." Val says with a shrug.

"Let's see yours then." Emily says.

Val stands from the couch, lifting her dress to show off her identical tattoo on her hip.

"See, matching! Sisters for life!" She says excitedly.

"I suppose we are." Emily says with a smile.

Their conversation is interrupted by the man at the counter who clears his throat as if to purposely obtain their attention.

"That'll be sixty dollars each." He says as the two of them look over.

The girls step up to the counter and Emily starts pulling her card out of her wallet.

"Oh no ma'am, I'm afraid we're strictly cash only." He says, pointing at a sign on the counter.

Sure enough, the sign reads 'CASH ONLY'. In their drunken state, they must have missed it earlier. Regardless, this presented something of a problem since Emily had used the last of her cash to pay for the room at the club.

"You got any spare cash?" She says, turning to her friend.

"Sorry, I'm fresh out." Val says with a sorry look on her face.

It seemed that neither of them had the cash to pay for their tattoos.

"Is there an ATM nearby that we can get cash from?" Emily asks.

"I'm afraid not." He says.

Emily stares at him a moment, completely unsure of what to do next. She's never been in this situation before. What kind of place doesn't take cards these days. Her mind scrambles to try and come up with an alternative solution to the problem at hand. Perhaps if they were nice enough the two of them could come back the next day to pay. However, before she can suggest this, Val seems to have a solution of her own.

"I don't suppose there's some other way we could pay you boys." She says, flirtatiously twirling her finger through her long blonde hair.

At first Emily, is confused by what her friend is doing. What other way could there possibly be of paying. Then it dawns on her what her friend is trying to say.

"What kinda way is that?" The man asks, a grin on his face.

"Perhaps we could offer you some kind of service?" Val says, shifting her finger to her mouth and biting her nail playfully.

"Val, what are you doing?" Emily whispers to her friend.

"Getting us out of this. Just follow my lead." She whispers back.

Val steps slowly around the counter, walking right up to the man who gave her the tattoo. She presses her body up real close to his, her breasts pushed against his chest. With one hand, she reaches down to his crotch to start feeling around through his jeans. She bites her lip as she finds what she's looking for.

Without loosening her grip on his pants, she sinks down to her knees, staring up into his eyes the whole time. Emily and her tattooist watch as Val shamelessly unbuckles his belt and pulls his semi-erect cock out of his pants. Val smiles with wide eyes as she takes in the size of his cock. It's just as big as the one Emily saw earlier that night. She stares wide eyed and jaw dropped as her friend blazenly wraps her lips around his cock behind the counter, simultaneously sucking and stroking his cock. She can't believe her eyes. Whilst Val remains hidden from passersby on the street thanks to the counter, any stranger who walks into the shop right now would get a clear view of her sucking this stranger's cock.

*GULP* *GAWK* *GAWK*

Val wastes no time getting straight down to business, throating his cock with ease. The sounds coming from her mouth are obscene, but Emily finds herself strangely aroused at the sight of her friend deepthroatin this man's cock. That's when she's interrupted by her own tattooist clearing his throat and looking at her.

"You can't seriously expect me to..." Emily starts.

"Just get on your knees and suck his dick." Val says, taking a brief break from the deepthroating to interrupt her friend.

"I'd listen to your friend if I were you." Her tattooist says with a smirk.