Chapter 3 the vajayjay tatoo

Please can't we let it slide?" I sulked, making the pouty lips and doe eyes. "Ohh honey noo, you promised a tattoo-" I cut Serena off, "exactlyyy a tattoo-", she cut me off again, "it's spiced now, a vagina tattoo". I whined for over an hour in her back seat as we drove to the tattoo appointment, she booked, from one of the famous celebrity tattoo artist, Ian Diaź. "That man is fucking God on earth, sis, how do you expect me to spread my legs and not drip over his inked needles", I was totally concerned, more insecure about making that inhumane greek God look at my vagina.

Plus it would be so awkward.

"oh I don't care sweet bun, it's your birthday, gotta make it memorable, a wrist tattoo won't do that", she was in the front seat beside tamaira and even then I could feel her rolling her eyes. "But-"... "No buts honey just get on the ride of your life, first day of being 23rd" Tamaira finally spoke up taking a curt turn.

I planned on something adventurous, but this. This is definitely out of question, tattoo on my coochie, lord, I never thought about this in my wildest dreams. Last birthday they forced me to get my lips pierced, and yes not the facial lips. Now I walk around with a pearl on my clit hood. Really have null idea over the obsession they carry with my vagina. "and we are here", serena squealed in excitement while I was about to cry. "we can still run, we are not inside yet" I said in a shushed rapid blabber. "huh?" she asked before getting of the car, tamaira parking between the white lines.

It was located in a secluded hill top, with other showrooms and restaurants. Nail salons, which made me think "let's go to the nail salon instead I'll let you make me wear dicks over my nails", they smirked at me before saying "sure honey after this" , which made me scream again. "we are getting a haircut though, you should be banging in curtain bangs" I rolled my eyes at them before stepping into the chilled airy hallway of Inked.

The receptionist was dressed in indigo shirt paired with laced corsets and flared formal trousers, hair up in a clawclip with metal loop earrings. The place felt chic, as if the whole Hollywood has had it's skin inked right here. The interiors were decorated in shades of grey and dark maroon. Even the black metal vases filled with silver branches and leaves. "appointment booked under Daisie Hopkins", Tamaira spoke leaning over the dark marbled counter. "Yes first in line, He'd be here any minute, she can change or wait in that room".

"I'm running away" I said strolling to walk out to be only stopped by Serena bribing me to let me have chocolate fudge and oven baked pizza if I get finished with this. Grunting, I stepped into the waiting room with both of them loitering behind me. "Just for pizza" I mumbled.

"Hey take a look" Tamaira said, standing near a wall filled with photos of celebrities having themselves tattooed by the Diaź himself. The photos were clicked under low light, the way only his long curls and veiny hand was visible along with the tattoos and celebs. But the silhouette stood out to be pretty wild, muscular. "Dude inhales protein for air" Tamaira commented to only get smacked by serena.

"Mam you may come with me" I inhaled sharply, "Can I please run away?" I asked turning over to serena, to only receive a cock up eyebrow and you dare look. "okay" I followed the chic lady around to the end of hallway, then upstairs into another studio. There was a bed fixated with a big light over the top, the instrument lined as if he has ocd, a red leather movable chair and still no signs of 'him'.

"you may wait on there" she said pointing out to the bed near his desk. There were many other things in the room, bigger lights, a book shelf, two laminated diaries- of designs I suppose. Two bean bag couches and a music system along with TV.

The door opened abruptly making me flinch from my thoughts, and he stepped in, Ian Diaź, his tanned skin shining under the sunlight creeping from windows. His straight nose paired with big eyelashes, curly hair and a silver necklace. Then he flashed a smile at me, the cheeks creasing with a dimple, his face having sharp features and even sharper jawline. His left hand tattooed to perfection, as he took off his loose airy patterned shirt leaving him in grey trousers and white tight tee hugging his pectorals perfectly along his biceps.

My jaw was detached and on the ground.

Gorgeous, I was warned. But this needed a better warning. I mean, look at me, sitting in pleated white skirt and oversized crewneck sweatshirt....guess what I paired it with white converse and socks. I wished to run home and come dressed more properly just to match the energy heating the room.

"Hey, Daisie, It's Ian" his smile intact as he walked over to me after hanging his shirt over the headrest of his leather chair. "Hey" I chirped nervously, smilling and tucking my hair behind my ear, and that was the sign, I am dieing inside. "so what do you have in your mind?" he asked and my mind replied inside- 'sir, please can I afford a quick look inside your pants', "Well I will have a wrist tattoo", I can always convince them right.

He laughed suddenly, "your file says a vagina tattoo though, with a remark- fuck her if she says wrist tattoo" I just felt my whole body on fire while he was still looking at 'my file' on his phone. Just there would be no difference in me and that red leather chair if I'll crouch on the floor. "there might be a mistake" I asked, still red, and avoiding eye contact at all cost. "It's alright little daisie, you might wanna take that skirt off" he said in his usual dark tone and my legs felt wobbly.

"can't we still negotiate over wrist tattoo?" I asked squeezing my thighs together. "sure if you wanna get fucked so b-" I was on my feet removing my skirt after sneakers. "coochie it is" I said shrugging and laying on bed while he was giggling, choosing the ink and instruments. "so any particular design you wanna try" he striked another conversation, thank lord, otherwise it would hv been awkward. "I haven't ever got any tattoos yet, so zero idea, maybe show me some" I said plopping my upper body over my elbows and looking at him.

"aha, Gothic/ scary kind or flower girl kind?" he asked again with no smile, concentrated on filling his ink pen. "something full of curved lines, made with red or black ink, and-" he smiled and handed me the laminated diary I once saw, "turn to page 78, choose" he said slightly pushing my arm signaling me to relax on the bed. There were a lot of simple designs but the butterfly one caught ny attention, cringy I know but pretty. Turning over there were more and more pretty ones. Another heart one. Now I was baffled.

I whimpered when a freezing hand brushed over my thigh, "relax little one", he said in a soothing yet demanding tone, "stay still", and his fingers slide down the rears of my panties, slowly lowering them while I was praying to lord, don't make him notice the wet spot. His fingers stopped before removing it further, it was lowered enough for him to work, hiding my slits. I exhaled sharply, again, but it got stuck halfway when I felt his thumb run across the cushions of my coochie. "you shaved recently?", he asked for which I nodded looking him, "yesterday".



"did you choose, which one", he moved his chair closer to my face, looking at the same diary, "this one", I chose the butterflyover heart. "nice choice, would look good over here", he took a little printout before placing it on my coochie. Everytime his rubber gloves would brush over my skin, the wetness would just pool. Right then he traced the design, his forearm spread over my thigh, to the point I can feel his veins moving everytime he moved, it was bare on my skin. taking off the paper it was now the time to pierce needles, so I took a deep breathe. "Don't worry I'll numb it" he said looking at my scrunched eyebrows.

I couldn't feel the needles rather I was sure my bikini styled underwear was pretty spotted. The silence took over his conversation as he started working, "Can I play music?", I asked getting comfortable, "sure sugar" and God his little nicknames just made me want to be that scared girl again. His fingers were still over my coochie, with the needles gun this time. I was unsure of what's that called anyway. "are you okay" he asked, "yes I guess", I scrolled over my Playlist playing the first doja cat song I saw. Freak, it was.

And I soon realised the lyrics.

And this situation.

He gulped visibly, still concentrated over the tattoo.

"you okay? want a break" We were an hour through, my ass was definitely hurting. "Yes, would be a good idea" I was sitting up, "dont, stay in the same position, don't even try to wear your underwear, it's fresh as fuck".

"so why doing this if you didn't want" he asked out of nowhere, "Well it's a gift from my bestfriends since they wanted to make this birthday memorable, and a wrist tattoo won't be that memorable as per them", he laughed, his dentals were so perfect, fuck, I'm drenched since the past hour. "well, indeed" he sipped on his coffee.

"are you aware of the wet spot on your pantie" and that was the very moment I wanted to dig up my own grave, wait for the ground to rip apart and swallow me whole, but not make me answer to that. I looked at the wood stacked ceiling decorated with lights. He giggled, "I can't even do anything to that since your tattoo is fresh". I exhaled again, fuck fuck fuck. Screaming inside.

"Otherwise what would you have done", woah, woah Daisie from where did that come from. He bite his lips probably thinking of all the things he could have possible done. He stepped forward, sitting in his red, to move beside me. his fingers caressing the visible skin of my stomach before slipping under my crewneck. The freezing fingers errupting goosebumps over my arm, curling around my waist. He leaned, down under the crook of my neck, "I would have fucked that sweet little pearl fitted cunt over there", I just couldn't help but gasp-moan, "fuck".

"you'll stay still, if you move I'll stop" he rolled backwards and all I could see was the tent on his pants.

hooking his fingers under my panties again, he pulled it down to my calves, using his palms to spread my thighs wider, hissing as I felt the wetness trickle down my cunt lips, staining that bed. "did I do this sugar?" I swear I felt his breathe fanning over my clit, so I plopped myself on my elbows. His dark hair was falling over his face as he was leaning over, touching my slits. A whimper ringed on my throat when I saw him spit on the clit, feeling the circles he drew around it.

"stay still, love", his fingers traced down my cunt before plunging inside. First one, then two, then the thumb over my clit. His lips gave away peppery kisses over my thighs before moving his fingers. Moans slipped past my lips as I watched the veins over his hands popping every time he would pull out just to plunge it into my sticky juices. "oh I wish I could fuck you rn", "yess" I moaned, watching him hovered over my cunt, licking, how was I supposed to keep my hips steady. remind me, again. I started grinding my cunt over his lips sucking my lips dry, just to ooze more wetness down his chin. His nose hitting my clitoris everytime he would dunk his tongue into my vagina. Slurping and sucking the wet mess. My hips buckled up as my fingers tangled around his curls, as he pressed against my g spot I cummed, arching my back, grinding over his face.

"fuck you taste soo good I wanna eat you again" he emerged with disheveled curls scattered over his face glistening with my creamy cum. His fingers wiped his chin and tip of nose only to suck the remaining.

He stood up from his seat, walking over to kiss my lips, when I tasted my juices on tongue, I nearly moaned. Whinning to get stuffed. "I can't sugar, your tattoo is fresh I might rip your skin". "then let me", my hands traced over the hump on his shorts. His breathes fanning my face, watching shouting 'fuck' silently. "Go on" He said, moving forward such that his cock was on level of my mouth. Plopping on my elbows I licked his pulsating head already dripping with precum. Sucking the head , while twirling my tongue around it, listening to his groans only gave me courage. My hands wrapping around the veiny cock, I relaxed my throat, feeling my jaw stretch as his cock sinked to my throat, and he threw back his head. One hand on his hips while the other held back my hair such that he can look into my eyes. "Fuck I want a picture of this face so bad, can I?", that somehow made me feel more aroused, I felt my juices dripping again. But is it safe? I just met this man...

"trust me, you're safe" did he just read my mind?, I nodded pulling back my head off his cock. Spitting over his schlong and licking down his shaft while wanking, I licked his balls, bringing my left hand to massage it while I went down on him again. The head now touching the back of my throat, which made me gag suddenly, he smiled playfully. Instead of making my moves rhythmic I made it off beat making it impossible for him to contemplate when I'll go faster or slow down, if I'll massage the balls again or suck them into my mouth. That definitely frustrated him as he held onto my head, choking my neck slightly, to pump his manhood into the back of my throat, hitting the palate so many times, I was already imagining my dentist having pitiful look on his face.

I'm sure I saw bright stars when he pushed it further, twice before his cummed, his hot spurting cream sliding down my throat. And I was panting, unstably.

"Fuck, you sure know what you were doing, don't you" he complained teasingly, which made me laugh still panting. "guess no more distractions now" I said leaning back looking at the curls on his face. "You think I'll be able to work on that pussy and not think about fucking you till you are blacked out when your cunt smells that divine", I was gaping at him while he just cocked a smile before picking up the needle gun again to fill in the spaces he just bordered. "maybe my place later" I said, winking at him. He gave a teethy smile, "how old are you daisie", pretending to count I said "twenty three, and you", "thirty four tomorrow".

"maybe we can get you a penis tattoo" I said laughing as he hissed nd slapped my rear to keep me still, "nope I like it the way it is", I laughed again over the look on his face. "stay still little daisie or bad things might happen".

"you think I'm afraid of bad th-" that sentence ended with a moan when his fingers shoved down my cunt, again.