I sat at my desk and drew up a rose and the leaves, adding the text this bimbo blonde wanted. I was not a happy camper today... I walked over to her and her boyfriend in the chair, and saw something so totally gross. They were on top of my chair, MY CHAIR , making out and feeling each other up. Gross. I coughed and glared.

"If you wouldn't mind, I would like to get on with my business. I'm sure you both have somewhere else to go.....Jessica. " I forgot her name... Whoops...her boyfriend smiled at me and went back out to the waiting room.
"We'll, where are we putting the roses, leaves, and the name Michael?" The girl pointed to her lower back and rolled onto her stomach , exposing her back. I placed the design on and started up the machine. I started tattooing , and she started talking.

"My boyfriend is Michael, he's never home much, he's always gone with his friends. " I nod and get to a part, and she whimpers.

"Can you put on music? It seems really quiet and I don't want my boyfriend to hear me make weird noises. I bet he's heard that noise before... What? I didn't say anything.. I walked over to the counter and played my iPod, and the flood entered my ears. Second and Seabring. I smile and walk over and continue tattooing , and just nod when she says stuff to me. I finish and wipe off the excess ink and finish.

"Okay Jessica, your done. Be careful not to irritate it. " she stands and turns towards the mirror and screams, much to my dismay. She's not a siren... Or at least I don't think so....

"It's wonderful! MICHAEL." I cringe again and before I can knock her out , her boyfriend walks in and looks at her tattoo.

"Jessica that's awesome! Thanks babe!" He kisses her cheek and I hear him wisper, "I'll look at it again tonight." He leans back and winks at her. Gross.
"I would prefer that she kept it wrapped up, thanks. I walk out to the counter and they paid , and I watched them walk out of the parlor. Her hand around his waist , his hand on her butt. Lovely. I walk back to my desk and listen to the music. It's when you can't sleep at night.

"Pretty little lady , with the swollen eyes..."

"Won't you show them to me...?" I stop in my tracks and refuse to swivel my chair. I know that voice. It can't be. No.

"Alan don't go behind the counter! Alan Asb-" I turn around and was greeted by a tall man and a ginger half way over the counter. All that could come out of my mouth was:


"Ginger princess, don't scratch my counter. "

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