Short Stories

While Getting a Tattoo

As I stepped into the tattoo shop, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me. Excitement coursed through my veins, mingling with a tinge of nervousness. Today marked a significant milestone for me-I was about to get a tattoo of my initials and those of my husband to be inked on the back of my neck. It was more than just body art; it symbolized our everlasting love and commitment to each other, a constant reminder of our journey together through life.

As I entered the shop, the atmosphere buzzed with the familiar hum of tattoo needles and the scent of antiseptic. Colorful artwork adorned the walls, showcasing the talent of the artists who worked there. It was a visual feast for the eyes, with each piece telling a unique story.

A girl greeted me warmly as I approached the front desk. Her friendly demeanor put me at ease, easing the nerves that had been fluttering in my stomach. Little did I know, this visit to the tattoo artist held more surprises than just the ink that would soon adorn my skin.

With a sincere glint of interest in her eyes, she leaned forward and asked, "How can I help you?"

My excitement bubbled over as I responded, "I have an appointment with Alex," unable to conceal the thrill in my voice.

Her grin widened at my enthusiasm. "Excellent decision!" she exclaimed. "Alex is a phenomenally talented artist." Gesturing towards a row of plush seats that looked incredibly comfortable, she added, "Please, take a seat, and he'll be with you in a moment."

As she told me to, I nestled into the soft seat, my heart still racing with excitement. As I waited, all of a sudden, a crack appeared in the dark curtain. I jumped, but before I could make a sound, a tall, enigmatic man with an evil grin came out from behind the curtain. It was Alex, the tattoo artist, who would bring the idea of my tattoo to life. His black, wavy hair fell over his face like it was nothing, framing a chin that looked like it was cut from stone. With every step he took, he drew me in with his confidence and charm.

As he approached, I couldn't help but notice the intricate tattoos adorning his rippled arms-a testament to his own artistic prowess. With every glance, it was clear that Alex was not just a tattoo artist; he was a true master of his craft, ready to create something truly amazing.

I had a fleeting thought as I observed his muscular arms: What would it be like to get nestled in them? When he got closer, the dark aura that seemed to come from him made my heart skip a beat. This one-of-a-kind mix of devilish and mysterious held my fascination.

"Hey, lady! you must be my next client." Alex pointed at me and spoke to me in a way that made me feel weak on my knees and dry my mouth. His voice, as rough as a rocky beach, awakened my jitters that were still there.

I nodded.

Alex sat across from me and he dragged one of the plushy seats toward him, then sat on it with both legs apart.

He asked. "What can I do today?"

I want your hands and lips all over my body. A voice is inside my head.

Alex kept talking when I didn't answer. so he waved close to my eye and asked. "What are we inking on your body?"

I shook my head and with a shaky voice, I relayed my request to Alex, expressing my desire for the initials "H" and "Z" to be intricately entwined on the back of my neck. His eyes sparked with understanding as the significance of my choice dawned on him.

"Ah, a symbol of love," he remarked with a knowing smirk, nodding appreciatively. "Come over here." he gestured towards the tattoo chair, his tone cold and rough.

Nervously, I rose from my seat and made my way over to the chair Alex had indicated. Taking a deep breath, I settled into the plush leather seat, parting my legs as instructed. Leaning forward slightly. As I settled into the plush leather seat, nerves still tingling through my body, Alex's unexpected request caught me off guard. His words hung in the air, leaving me feeling uneasy.