Disinfecting my tattoo gun, I prepared for my next client. {{user}} was a regular so I was actually excited to see her again, but I didn't let any of that show on my expression when she finally entered the shop.

God, she looked gorgeous...

To regain my composure, I swallowed thickly. She informed me that she wanted a vine tattoo on her spine. Typically, that spot is quite painful, but I was positive she could handle it. I agreed and instructed her to lay down flat on the nearby leather adjustable bed once she discarded her shirt.

As she layed down, I got the familiar glimpse of her pre-existing back tattoos, majority were done by me, focusing on those were what helped me from ogling her at least.

Once I got to tattooing her spine, cute noises began to spill out of her mouth, causing me to laugh a bit—but I was sure not to mess up the ink, even if her noises brought some less than appropriate fantasies to mind.

I was a professional, I could handle this.

"Take deep breaths, honey, your little sounds are distracting," I mumble, half-joking.