Back to the tattoo parlour

It's a short walk back to the parlour, and the two girls do it arm in arm, their heels clicking as they walk on the pavement. A couple times they walk past a group of young black men who holler at them, saying all sorts of things about their bodies and how they're dressed. Yesterday, Emily would have been livid at the cat-calls, but tonight she took it as a compliment. Thankfully, her friend knows how to handle the unwanted advances that they don't have the time for, smiling and thanking them but telling the men they were in a rush. A haunting truth.

By the time they make it back to the tattoo parlour, they're already thirty minutes past their deadline. As they step through the front door, the man who did Emily's tattoo looks at them with a slightly disgruntled face from behind the counter.

"You ladies are late." He says, looking at his watch.

"We're so sorry mister, it took us a while to get the cash. But we're here now and we have it." Val says, holding out the cash for him to take.

"I told you there'd be consequences if you were late." He says sternly.

"We're really sorry, we couldn't get back here any sooner." Val says.

"Nonetheless, you owe us a little something for all these delays in payment, don't you think?" He says with a grin.

"We already sucked both your cocks! What more do you want?" Emily says in disbelief that they were trying to get something more out of them.

"Whoa whoa whoa, calm down little lady. It's not our fault you two couldn't read the sign. Now, we're both willing to put this all behind us if you do us a little favour." He replies.

"What sort of favour?" Emily replies, something hopeful stirring inside of her.

"Well, we're having a little poker game out the back with some of our buddies. Perhaps you ladies would like to join us and provide some... entertainment." He says.

Emily bites her lip at the thought of being 'entertainment' for this man and his group of friends. How many of them would there be back there. Would they all be as... big as he and the other artist were? What kind of entertainment would they need to provide. Thoughts begin racing in her mind as she thinks about what kind of trouble her and Val might get into back there. The two of them could most certainly refuse, but would that just land them into more trouble than they were already in. She turns to her friend, who seems to be deep in thought wondering the same things. The two ladies look at one another, a sense of mutual agreement sweeping over them.