Three

Sitting down at the workstation, Angela pulled out a pen and paper. Turning to Bailey, she said, "Like I said earlier, I won't set needle to skin unless you sign off on what your Dom wants, clear?"

"I actually call him Daddy," Baikey meekly replies.

"Good," Angela replies, "let's see if what your daddy has in mind jives with you."

Angela turns to you, smirking. "Well, Daddy?"

Trying to sound more confident than you were, you tell her, "I want Bailey to get three tattoos."

Angela cocks an eyebrow, waiting for more from you.

"The first one, I want it on her lower belly right above her mound. In cursive I want it to say deposits only. Right beneath it I want a Scarlet W, also in cursive."

Angela's smirk deepened as she jotted down what you wanted. "Something like this," she asked, turning the pad around to show you.

Seeing the design, you imagine how it would look gracing Bailey's lower belly. Bailey was imagining it too as she leaned forward eagerly, saying, "Fuck yes, do it."

"I'll take that as consent," she remarked before asking, "How about the second?"

Closing your eyes, you could see it in your mind's eye. "I want it on the back of her neck. Two letters, using cursive in the style of her belly. A black D, next to it a scarlet W."

"I'm sensing a trend here," she murmured before whispering to Bailey, "You're Daddy's little whore, aren't you?"

Bailey swallowed, visibly squirming as she mewled, "Yesssssss, I'm such a whore for my daddy." You noticed Bailey was grinding her palms into her thighs.

"Fuck me," you thought to yourself, "she might cum right here just thinking about it."

Angela flashed you a knowing grin before asking, "And what do you have in mind for the third tattoo?"

"I was thinking about a tramp stamp. I envision seeing Teen Breeder across her lower back. Intertwined with and surrounding the lettering would be a garland of leaves."

Nodding along, Angela's pencil flew across the page, looking to give form to your imagining. The whole time Bailey was slowly rocking back and forth as a flush worked its way up her neck.

Angela paused, flashing Bailey a look. "If you need to, you can use the bathroom through that door over there."

Bailey looks at you, and you just nod. Jumping up, the teen fled into the bathroom, locking the door. Still working on the drawing, Angela remarks, "Over the years I've had a few clients orgasm while being tattooed." Putting down the pad, she looked at you. "But this has to be the first time a client needed to go rub one out from seeing what the tattoo will even be."

"She's an enthusiastic girl," you blithely reply.

"Yes, she definitely is," Angels replies with a chuckle. She then leans in, asking, "But seriously, how many girls have you taken on?"

You looked immediately uncomfortable, and Angrls put up her hands, saying, "Hey, I'm not judging. Besides, I own a sex shop. Anyways, they are all 18, so as long as they're okay with it, who am I to judge?"

You sigh, fessing up, "Ummm, 8 girls call me Daddy."

Angela blinked, rocking back in her chair. After a moment she squinted at you as if trying to discern if you were bullshitting her. Apparently she decided you weren't lying, as she let out a low whistle. "Jesus, I hope your heart can take it."

You were about to reply when you both heard a shriek of satisfaction come from the bathroom. Looking at the closed door, you admitted, "My heart is doing fine for now." After another few moments you added, "Even if it wasn't since they came into my life. It will take me in a body bag to give it up."

Just then you heard the lock on the bathroom click, and a much more relaxed Bailey came out.

Rejoining you and Angela, she kissed you on the cheek, whispering, "Thank you, Daddy." Bailey signed off on all three tattoos, leaving you and Angela to negotiate price.

Two of the tattoos could be completed today. But the tramp stamp was more intricate, and while she could do the line work today. Bailey's skin would need a week or two to heal before they could color it in. You agreed to a thousand dollars today with another five hundred due when the tramp stamp gets colored in.

With everything decided, Angela prepared her equipment while Bailey peeled off her shirt. Over the next two and a half hours you watched the first two tattoos take shape.

Towards the end, Angela was coloring in the Scarlet W right above her pussy. You imagined how she would look when you got the Jennifers and you had the teen strip for the cheerleaders' inspection. The thought aroused you to the point you were getting hard despite last night's marathon.

Excusing yourself, you told them you were heading next door to Sinners Sanctum to do some looking. Letting them know you would be back in a half hour. Exiting the parlor, you were lost in your thoughts as you walked. You were just about to enter the store when you heard a scream.

"There he is; get the fucker."

Looking up, you had no chance to react as a dozen frat boys piled onto you. You managed to cover your head, not that it helped much, as they all took turns kicking you. The last thing you remember before sinking into darkness was the sound of a motorcycle followed by that of a pistol being discharged.