“Darcie.”
“Right. You’re with one of our new artists, LJ. Can you sign this waiver?” He handed me a clipboard, still more focused on his book.
“Why do I have to sign a waiver? Are they not good?” He rolled his eyes, and I wanted to throat punch the jerk.
Leaning forward more, I pressed my boobs together. He instantly dropped his eyes, gulping. Stroking the arm holding out the form, I finally managed to get his attention.
“Um, what did you say?” he asked, swallowing.
“Why do I have to sign a waiver? It won’t hurt, will it?” I purred.
“It’s for liability, not the artist. She’s actually one of our best. And um, it might hurt. Is that a problem?”
I stroked my finger up and down, looking up through my eyelashes. “A little pain can be good,” I said, using my best bedroom voice. He gulped again, nodding so fast he looked like a bobble-head. He eventually got enough courage to lean closer.
“So, hey, I get off in a few if you want to grab a drink after.”
I pouted. “I don’t know. I’m not really interested in a threesome with your phone. Good luck with that.”
A girl had walked up while I’d been talking and stood back watching. She laughed when she heard what I said, and I looked over, smiling at her.
“Please tell me that you're my client?” she asked, grinning.
“Um, she is LJ,” the guy said, blushing. “She needs to sign the waiver.”
I grabbed it, signed it quickly, and handed it back. Walking over to her, I grabbed her arm, and she led me to a room. “So, I wanted a tattoo, but your piercings are fabulous. So, now, I’m not sure.”
“Why choose?” she said, smiling.
“I like how you think. Yes! Let’s do it.” She giggled, showing me where to sit.
“I’m LJ. What did you have in mind today?” She sat on a stool, scooting closer.
“I want a rose, but like a badass rose.”
“Okay, and where would you like this badass rose.”
“See, I like you. You don’t question it. Hmm?” I tapped my chin. “I’ve been debating, actually. Shoulder blade or my pelvic bone.”
LJ pulled out a pad of paper, beginning to draw as she asked questions. “How big do you want it? Do you want thorns or just the bloom?”
“Just the bloom, and I’m open to suggestions. This is my first. Where did you get yours?”
She paused, looking up. “Oh, well, I don’t have a tattoo yet.”
“What! Okay, there has to be a story there. I’ve got all the time in the world, so how about you tell me.”
“You’re kind of pushy, you know.” She bit her lip, and I braced my head on my hand, giving her my best puppy dog eyes, hoping they worked on girls too. “Fine,” she sighed, smiling. “Last question before I tell you my sordid tale.”
“Oh, now this sounds juicy. And hit me with it, girl.”
“Are you wanting your tattoo for yourself or to show it off to others?”
“Hmm, that’s a good point. I think for myself.”
“Then smaller on your pelvic bone is my suggestion.”
I nodded, agreeing. “I like it. Okay, spill.”