Next stop of the night: The Tattoo Parlor

There's a tattoo parlor down the street from the piercing place, but you peek in and see women working so you don't think that's your best bet. Angela borrowed her parents' mini-van for group of you so you head over to a seedier part of down where you might have more luck finding what you're looking for.

You find a grungy tattoo parlor with two tattoo artists - guys in their late 20's or early 30's who look like they are in multiple bands - they are both covered with ink. One of the artists is white with dark hair and the other is black man with a smooth bald head. There are no other customers. You walk in with your squad of eighteen year old girls and Emma.

"My five young friends here want matching tattoos - they are about to graduate from high school in a couple weeks. Prom is next weekend actually. So I'm here to help they memorialize their friendship - make the bond they have permanent."

The white tattoo artists checks the girls' ID's and is chatting them up while you talk to the black artist - who seems to be the manager.

"...And so the tattoos should be about here." You point on yourself - to the side above your crotch. "It should be hidden when wearing a bikini."

He nods in understanding. "And what's the tattoo?" he asks.

"A heart with the worlds, 'John's Cum Slut' inside of it.'" you tell him and wait for his reaction.

"These girls are going to get matching tattoos that say 'John's Cum Slut'?" he repeats back incredulously. But the girls answer for you telling him how excited they are for it. The white guy chimes in that the ID's check out and the black guy lightly shakes his head in disbelief.

"Oh, I almost forgot Emma's getting one too - but that one should say 'John' Cum Queen' instead." you smile. Emma is your number one slut.

The black tattoo artist gets back to business and quote you a very expensive number.