I'd been thinking about getting a tattoo for some time, nothing big or fancy, perhaps a small heart on my upper arm. There was this parlour near where my wife and I lived and I would often stop and look in the window as see the wonderful works of art displayed there.
It was my day off and I was looking forward to a nice quite day. I put my coat on and decided a pub lunch was in order after all my hard work I had put in over the last few weeks. As usual, I stopped outside the Tattoo parlour when the door opened.
"Hi, there," he said.
He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed arms and even a multi coloured scarf around his head.
"Hi," I replied, "bit slow today?"
"Yep, but I don't mind," he said with a smile. "Why don't you come in and have look at my wall of fame?"
I hesitated for a second then nodded, my pub lunch could wait.
"If I can I take a picture of each work," he explained waving at the wall covered with hundreds of Polaroid pictures.
"This one is great," I said tapping a picture of a mermaid, her breasts bare and her long hair flowing.
"Yeah, but look at this one," he pointed.
It was a picture of nice naked breast with a small tattoo of a horse just above the nipple.
"You'll be surprised where the ladies want their tattoos these days," he said with a laugh.
"Nice work if you can get it," I said joining in with his laughter.
"Oh, I did this one the other day," he said pointing at another square of cardboard.
It didn't look much, just a small blue butterfly.
"It's where I did it," he explained when he saw my face. "Right up here."
He pointed to the top of his own inner thigh.
"She wanted as high as I could get it," he explained. "Tasty she was, too."
I noticed his face went a little vague as he was obviously remembering that day.
"Fancy a cup of tea?" he asked unexpectantly, "I put the kettle on earlier."
"Sure," I replied while still studying his wall of photographs.
"God, she was a cracker," he mused. "Came in a few weeks ago and wanted this butterfly right up in her groin. Well, I can tell you I was all for it. Fucking great legs she had. Anyway, she took her jeans off and sat down right here."
He tapped a large leather chair.
"Fucking great legs," he said again. "well, I can tell you my hand shook a bit, not a good thing for an artist like me. Anyway, she spread her legs wide and I went to work. I couldn't help it you see, she wanted it so high up that my knuckles keep rubbing her panties, then I could smell it."
"Smell it," I said.
"Yeah, she was getting excited, you know?" he said.
"Shit," I said. "So what happened?"
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