"I'm Going to Look Like a Slut!"

Tanya had an opportunity to tell these creeps she had no intention of getting a tattoo. In fact, she was compelled to tell them exactly what she thought, but her first choice of words did her no favors.

"I'm going to look like a slut!" Tanya whined, indignant.

The men in the shop burst into laughter and their ribald remarks steamrolled any chance for Tanya's objections to be heard.

"Now, that's an attitude! This is truly a one of a kind girl!" Rooster Rick chuckled in support of her statement - reading it as more an excited proclamation than an angry denunciation.

"I don't know if I'd go that far, sweet cheeks! But if you're so eager," Mad Cat flipped some pages in the book of designs on the table and scratched his chin. "I think I've got it!"

He held the book up for Rick and the others to see. Tanya turned to look, but never got the chance.

One of the waiting guys teased, "bend down some girl," and before she had a chance to view her soon to be new tattoo, Tanya was facing her shoes.

The men, now looking at the bent girl, agreed the design was a perfect fit for the firm posterior before them.

Tanya, for her part, was blushing deeply and squeezing her legs together tight! How had she wound up in this situation?!

Tanya tried to think of way out.

"You know... I'm actually in a bit of a rush... And I see you have some guys waiting... Maybe I can leave now... And, uh, come back when you're not so busy." Tanya offered, hopefully.

"Don't sweat it," Rick said, "the guys are a class act. I'm sure they'll be glad to wait... Ladies first, you know... Right guys?"

The men all agreed, eager to spend more time watching the lithe beauty.

"Such gentlemen," Tanya offered, with a clear drip of sarcasm.

Rick made some adjustments and then called for Tanya. "Come on over here, sweet cheeks."

With that Tanya stepped out of the panties she had dropped near the door and found her self standing amid the seated men.

"At least I'm not quite as visible from the door," Tanya thought, trying to maintain some composure, her hands protecting her modesty.

As she approached the bench, she again wondered, "Why am I doing this?!" But quickly she shifted to worrying about the view she would be giving as the ink was applied.

Seeing he could have a bit of fun at the girls expense, Rick had positioned a padded bench in front of his usual chair. As it stood, the length of the bench ran perpendicular to the front door on one side and the usual work station on the other, virtually splitting small waiting area.

"It looks a bit narrow," Tanya thought as she approached. "I'm not going to be able to lie on it comfortably. But that means I'll have to... What? Bend over it? OMG, now I'm going to have to stand for this, too!"

He steps were slow, but her thoughts raced.

"And half the room will be staring straight at my butt! God, can this get any worse?!"

Bottomless, she pressed her chest against the top of the bench from the left side. Poor Tanya was mooning half the room! At least the elevated bench left her in more of an upright lean than an outright bend.

Rick smirked and instructed. "Hope on, girl!"

The confusion on her cute face made half the room laugh. "What do you mean? I can't lay on this. It's too narrow!"

"You don't lay on it, just straddle it like a horse."

Without time to protest, Tanya swung a leg up over the top and mounted the bench. Now, her blushing profile was even more visible to the room! And her bare rear was facing the door.

All the men in the shop shared a few smirks and whispers, which in the small space were not so secret to Tanya.

"Lean forward," instructed Rick as his hand pressed gently on her lower back.

Tanya was in disbelief. From this position, much more than her butt would be on display! And to her shame, the idea was getting her a little excited...

She opened her mouth to protest, but Rick soothed her, "shush, now, you'll be fine. This should only take a few minutes." Like that, she was silenced.

Tanya knew she wanted to tell this man to stop... Well, she thought she did. But then, why wasn't she doing it? She silently wondered.

Meanwhile, Rick pawed at the supple rear presented to him and all the men gawked at the lewd show.

Tanya buried her face behind her hair and started to tear up a bit while the men exchanged words about the "randy little slut showing off" for them.

As the needle began its work, Tanya softly yelped involuntarily in surprise. It was a soft, fleshy spot at least, so it didn't hurt as much as it could have stung.

Almost worse than the pain for Tanya was the unexpected pleasure! To her dismay, her lewd display combined with the raunchy, electric atmosphere of the shop were having a slightly arousing effect on the young lady.

Worse still, whatever power source was keeping the ink pumping was situated directly under the bench, causing a very subtle vibration which concentrated in a very sensitive area, as Rick pressed down on her rear cheeks to keep them still.

"What a sight I must be!" Tanya thought. She could feel herself getting wet as the thought lingered. "God, what if someone from school saw me like this?!"

A soft moan escaped her lips.

Suddenly, her breath hitched as she heard a sudden noise from behind her. "Oh no, was that the door?!"