A Thought You Can't Shake (Bennoda)

Part Three

Chesters POV

I got up around 8 am the next morning, and decided to get dressed. I put on a black muscle tee but then I remembered that Mike had said to come in shirtless for whatever reason. I sighed as I took the shirt back off and threw it aside and I just put on a pair of black skinny jeans, and my black Vans.
I decided to head down there since I had nothing better to do, so I grabbed my keys, sunglasses, and my hat as I headed out.
I walked there, since it would probably be faster than driving, I was in Chicago after all. 
I got there quickly and went inside. Sam was at the front desk again and she looked at me weird.
"Did you lose your shirt on the way here, Chester?" She chuckled and leaned over on the counter.

I blushed and scratched the back of my head. "No uh...Mike told me to come here like this."

She looked me up and down, "Well then, I'm glad. It's a lot better than that suit you were wearing yesterday." She gave me a sly smirk and I chuckled. "You can head back there, he's just doing some sketches."

I thanked her and began walking back to Mikes station. On the way there I saw a blonde lady at another station working on someone. She looked over at me and winked, then returned her attention to her client.
I blushed and looked down at my feet.

"Hey! Chester, right?" Mike greeted me as I walked over to his station. He spun around on his stool and looked up and down my body, which made me uncomfortable.

"Yep." I said and crossed my arms, looking around awkwardly.

"Put your arms down." He commanded as he walked up to me, examining my body. I did as he said and held still.

"Lay down face first on the table." Mike smirked and pointed at the tattoo table in the middle of his station.

I looked at him confused. "What?"

"Do you trust me?" He asked, letting out a quick sigh.

And I thought about that for a moment.
Did I?
I mean I had only met him the day before, but I really needed this job. And maybe this was part of the procedure?

I sighed and got on the table like he said. I heard him put on gloves and start a tattoo gun. My eyes went wide and I shot my head up.
"Are you giving me a tattoo?!" I exclaimed, panic in my eyes.

"No, I'm giving you three tattoos." He replied swiftly, pressing the tattoo gun into my skin.