Ready for tattoo

Paige entered the tattoo parlor. She saw several people heavily tattooed people, all men, who were clearly the employees. One stood up to greet Paige.

"Hey Paige? I'm David, we spoke on the phone." He shook her hand. "I'll be doing your tattoo."

Lauren was surprised how good looking David was. This day was looking a lot better, she thought with a sly smile.

"Right this way." He led her over to a leather table. "Take off your shirt and lay down."

"My... shirt?" Paige said, shocked.

"You want the tattoo on your side right?" He said.

"Oh, right. That makes sense..." Paige said. Looking around shyly at all the guys in the building. They seemed pretty uninterested, no one was leering. Paige guessed they were used to stuff like this. Still, she felt on the spot being the only girl here, and faced away as she slide off her flannel and tank top. She stood, awkwardly crossing her arms over her small blue bra...