Starting down a slippery slope

Samantha Adams was upset at work. Her jerk boss was demanding far too much, and was treating her so poorly she ought to quit, but wanted to see if she could catch the old jerk at something inappropriate and sue the company. She started wearing tight denim pants that morning, but damn the old man ignored her entirely.

Samantha Adams, 32, was a striking woman. 6’1” the buxom blonde was a **** to be reckoned with. She used to sexuality as a weapon to get her way, but the old man ignored her. She hated her name but had never got around to changing it, she didn’t even like beer, she preferred wine. She left to her BMW i8 and strode towards the store.

The sign outside read “Charissa’s Characters” and she thought it would do. It had been a while since she was in a tattoo parlor, but she needed something to calm her down. She was thinking a small rose on her ankle at the moment.

Walking into the store, the first thing she noted was the music. A quiet riff of classical was spreading calm through the space. For a moment, the music calmed her but then she saw someone in the store staring at their phone.

With her normal sense of entitlement, seeing a young person on their phone while working was simply unacceptable. She walked in and stared at the person for a few seconds.

Amy was hoping beyond hope that Ryan would text or call. She didn’t know what she should do, but he seemed happy with her gesture of giving herself over to him, body and soul, so that made her feel great.

The door slammed open and in strode the amazonian, as Amy started to think of her latest customer.

Amy could see clearly this one was going to be a hassle. She simply wanted to make Ryan happy, not deal with these pain in the ass customers. She thought quickly and decided she simply couldn’t deal with this customer, her thoughts were too firmly on Ryan.

“Hay you, but I’m waiting here, do you work here or not?” Samantha asked imperiously. She mumbled “For Fucks Sake, service here sucks”

Amy did the only thing she could think of, she promptly picked up a pen and walked over to the customer.

“You’re so pretty, may I show you something special?” She told the other woman.

“What the hell is this about?” Samantha said as Amy grabbed her hand lightly.

“I’d like to show you something, do you mind,” Amy said, smiling broadly.