Most certainly

"Ok... fine. We'll do it." Emily says, biting her finger nervously in anticipation of what exactly the two of them are signing up for.

"Excellent, follow me out back and you can meet the rest of the guys." The man says with a devilish grin.

Val and Emily hesitantly follow the stranger behind the counter, down the hallway and out the back of the store. As they step through the door, they find themselves entering a large open garage that's been set up as some sort of gambling den. In the centre of the room is a small circular table, with several black men seated playing poker. Other than that, the only other furniture is a black leather couch up against the wall. The moment the three of them enter the room, all eyes are on Val and Emily. The whole group of them is staring them up and down like a pack of hungry lions, eyeballing their prey.

"Look what we have here." One of the guys says with a grin.

"Ahh ladies, you're finally back." Another man says.

Emily recognises him as the man who did Val's tattoo.

"Mmhmm, a little late but that's alright. In exchange for their delay, these fine ladies have agreed to keep us company this evening." The man says with a knowing grin to his friends.

"I like the sound of that. We was just saying we could do with some bitches up in here." One of the strangers says.

Emily's not sure how she feels about her and her friend being referred to as 'bitches' by these men. On the one hand it showed that they were almost certainly the type of misogynistic men who viewed the two of them as objects. On the other, she seemed to be enjoying spending time with those types of men so far this evening. Where the proud, well educated white woman would have once scolded him for referring to her in such a dehumanising way, she was now finding herself getting turned on at the thought of these men making her their 'bitch'.

"Come sit down ladies." One of the men says invitingly.

"But there aren't any more seats..." Emily says naively.

"Sure there are." One of the men says, motioning to his lap with a sly grin.

Emily looks at her friend who has already taken a seat in one of the strangers' laps and has her arm wrapped flirtatiously around his shoulder. Following her friend's lead, she tentatively takes a seat in his lap, looking far more awkward as she does it than her friend who seems to be a natural in this sort of situation.

"Why are you so stiff hoe, relax a little. Here, have a drink." The man says, handing Emily his glass.

"Thanks." She says before gulping some of it down.

The moment it touches her tongue she regrets it. The man seems to have been drinking straight whiskey, which immediately burns the back of her throat. Emily swiftly withdraws the glass from her lips and puts it back down on the table, covering her mouth as she swallows down the oversized sip she took. All the men at the table begin laughing as they watch the mistake she's made.

"Easy does it, that's a lot of whiskey for a little lady like you." The man who's lap she finds herself on says.

As much as it stung to drink it, the **** does seem to help her relax a little and Emily finds herself sitting a little more naturally in the man's lap.

"So, care to introduce yourselves girls?" Emily's tattoo artist says.

"Of course. My name's Val, and this is my friend Emily." Val says with a friendly smile.

"Pleased to meet you Val and Emily." Another man says, strangely politely given he was calling them bitches mere moments earlier.

"And what have you ladies been up to tonight?" Another asks.

"Well, we started our night out at the club. I think you boys might know the one around the corner from here." Val says with a cheeky smile.

All the men at the table share a knowing grin, suggesting they were well aware of the club in question. Emily blushes a little at the thought that the strangers might know exactly what the two of them got up to at that club.

"Then Emily here suggested we come get tattoos, which brought us here to the studio." Val continues.

"You came to the right place. Show us the ink." One of the guys says.

"Ok." Val says with a cheeky giggle.

As she stands from her man's lap, Emily stares daggers at her friend as she prepares to expose herself in front of all these strangers. Val ignores her friend and goes right ahead, lifting up the bottom of her dress to expose her new tattoo along with her bare pussy. The men and Emily all stare wide eyed at the blonde.

"Oh my, someone's very committed." One of the guys says.

Emily assumes he's talking about being committed to the club, given it is their logo.

"And what about yours?" one of the men says, turning to Emily as Val covers herself up again before taking a seat back in the stranger's lap.

Emily's cheeks blush bright red as all eyes turn to her.

"I don't think..." She starts nervously before being interrupted by her friend.

"Oh come on, show them!" Val says sternly to her friend.

"But..." She starts once more.

"Don't worry hoe, we don't bite." The man who's lap she's sitting in says supportively.

Emily resigns to her fate and stands from his lap. Then, standing before this group of strangers, she does something she never would have thought she'd ever do and lifts her skirt to expose her bare pussy along with her new tattoo, although her mind remains focused on the former.

"Would you look at that, we've got a pair of queens." One of the guys says to his friends who all start laughing.

Emily swiftly pulls her skirt back down and takes a seat again, embarrassed at what just took place. When the laughter dies down, she takes the opportunity to ask them something.

"What do you mean... a pair of queens?" Emily asks curiously.