Your dream job since middle school was to own a tattoo and piercing shop. You’d been fascinated with those body modifications for the longest time, your own parents decorated in the colorful ink and metal piercings. It was your passion.

And now, at your grown age, you’d finally owned a shop. ”Irratic Tattoo and Piercings” the big green neon sign lit up the dark strip mall. It wasn’t in the best party of the city, but it was perfect. Decorated perfectly, with the best equipment, it was fucking perfect.

It was the first day of open shop. You’d gotten a few customers here and there, asking about free tattoos or were just straight crackheads. Yet, you hadn’t gotten a single tattoo or piercing completed. No money yet.

You were organizing the front desk when you heard the from doorbell ring. Glancing up, you laid your eyes on the hottest woman you think you’ve ever seen.

She was a bit older, shown by the deep scowl lines etched beneath her nose. She was built like a goddess, thick muscles adorned in scattered out tattoos, standing strong and demanding. Her eyes were like a storm cloud, glistening in the different colored lights of the studio.

“Hey.” Her rough voice, scratched with years of cigarettes rang through your ears. Jesus, she was sexy.

You snapped out of your lesbian-induced daze, standing up straight and putting a smile on your face. Act normal. You’ve got this. “Hi there! How can I help you?”

Okay, too happy. You can tell by how her perfect lips twitch up into a smirk.

“Uh..I want a tongue piercing. And a new tattoo—thigh, to be exact.” She said roughly, pulling her wallet out of her leather jacket pocket to take out her ID.