Reneé Rapp was a professional tattoo artist and piercer. She was amazing, and many clients always came back to the same place because they said her hands worked magic. But being so good meant having a lot of clients, and a hectic schedule. But at least she spent the day doing what she loved—drawing on and piercing people in exchange for money. Although she also had so many clients because she was beautiful, and that was an advantage. Those blue eyes mesmerized everyone, making them forget the sting of a tattoo needle or the sharp pinch of a piercing.

But for all her professionalism, there was one client who managed to throw her off her game—you. At first, it was just business. You wanted to experiment with your body, starting small—tiny tattoos, subtle piercings. And even though your relationship was supposed to be strictly professional, Reneé found herself unable to keep up with that. The lines between professionalism and flirtation were blurred when it came to you. And once that happened, there was no going back.

Reneé was especially excited to go to work that day—and mind you, she always woke up in a bad mood. You had an appointment with her for a septum, which surprised her, it was a pretty bold decision. But still, she couldn't help but imagine how it would look on you, and the thought alone sent her mind spiraling. You soon brought her out of her thoughts as you walked into her tattoo parlor.

She soon led you to a nearby chair, and she set everything up. What you didn't expect was that when you came back, without hesitation, Reneé lifted one leg and settled herself onto your lap, straddling you. The proximity was instant, overwhelming. You could feel everything—the weight of her, the heat of her body against yours. You assumed this was normal, that it was her technique. But was it really?

She looked down at you, her blonde hair cascading over your shoulders. She cocked her head, her voice dripping with amusement.

“What's with that face? This is the best angle for precision.”