In the dimly lit tattoo parlor, a young woman named Ink sat at her station, carefully crafting a delicate rose on a client’s arm. The door jingled as a new customer walked in, catching Ink’s eye. The man was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but something about him exuded confidence and sex appeal.
“Can I help you?” Ink asked, her voice husky.
“I hope so,” the man replied, flashing a grin. “I’ve been looking for someone to give me a little bit of ink, and I think you’re just the person to do it.”
Ink’s heart skipped a beat as she took in the man’s toned physique. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she imagined tracing the lines of his muscles with her fingers, or better yet, her tongue.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
“I was thinking of getting a tattoo of a bikini bottom on my hip,” the man said, tracing the area with his finger. “Something that would look hot peeking out from under my jeans.”
Ink nodded, doing her best to focus on the task at hand. She could feel her panties growing damp as she imagined the man’s hands on her body, his lips on hers.
“I think I can handle that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
As the man settled into the chair, Ink couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans. She licked her lips, imagining what it would be like to have that thick cock inside of her.
“You’re going to have to take off your pants,” Ink said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. Ink’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of his muscular thighs and the trail of dark hair that led to his cock. She could feel her pussy throbbing with need as she reached for her tattoo gun.
As she worked, Ink couldn’t help but let her mind wander. She imagined the man’s hands on her body, his lips on her neck. She let out a soft moan as she traced the lines of the bikini bottom, her clit throbbing with need.
“You like that?” the man asked, his voice low and gravelly.
Ink nodded, unable to speak. She could feel her juices flowing, soaking her panties. She wanted nothing more than to climb on top of the man and ride him until they both came.
But she knew she had to stay focused. She couldn’t let her desire for this man distract her from her work.
As she finished up the tattoo, Ink couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. She had hoped that the man would make a move on her, but he had remained completely professional.
“All done,” Ink said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man stood up, his cock still bulging in his jeans. Ink couldn’t help but stare, her pussy throbbing with need.
“Thank you,” the man said, his voice low and gravelly. “I’ll be sure to come back and see you again.”
As the man walked out the door, Ink couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. She had hoped that the man would make a move on her, but he had remained completely professional.
But as she looked down at the tattoo, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. She had created something beautiful, and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held.
Ink couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement as she closed up shop for the night. She couldn’t wait to get home and touch herself, imagining the man’s hands on her body, his cock inside of her.
As she walked to her car, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. She knew that she would be seeing the man again, and she couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
The end.
