Brayden walked up to Mike, the tattoo artist, and made him go to her level so she could whisper what she wanted in his year. He nodded and she returned to me. “So you’re not going to tell me?” I asked
“Nope.” She said popping the p
“Jimmy are you going to be back there with her?” Mike asked me
“I don’t know. Bray do you want to do this on your own?” I asked
“Fuck no.” She said
“I guess that’s a yes. I’ll go draw up a sketch for you to look at then I’ll get started.” Mike said
Brayden nodded and Mike led up to one of the tattooing rooms and walked away with her trailing behind her. I walked around in circles in the room waiting on the two of them to return, I thought and thought about what she was going to get and where. The door opened and I looked over and they we walking in.
“So Brayden where do you want Jimmy to sit since you have to take your well his shirt and your bra off?” Mike asked her
Where the hell was she getting this tattoo?
“In front of my cause won’t my boobs be into the chair?” She asked
“Yes ma’am and the only thing I’ll see is at most side boob.” Mike said
I laughed.
“Why are you laughing?” She asked
“Side boob.” I laughed
Mike laughed.
“Immature Jimmy.” He said
I shrugged and made him turn around so Brayden could strip. She stripped down and straddled the chair and pressed her boobs into the chair. I rolled one of the extra chairs over and sat in it and crossed my arms over the back of the tattoo chair Brayden was in the same way she was but he head was in her arms.
“You ready?” Mike asked
“Yes.” She mumbled
Mike pressed the sketch onto her upper back.
“I really want to know what you’re getting.” I said
“Too bad.” Mike said
“Shut up.” I said
“Okay Brayden I’m going to start the outline. It will sting.” Mike said
She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Mike started up the tattoo gun and she grabbed my hand.
“You can do it.” I said
She let out a muffled scream and bit onto her arm to stop from letting it become louder.
“Just breathe Bray.” I said
She started to breathe but I knew she was in a lot of pain.
“On a scale from one to ten how bad does this hurt?” Mike asked about five minutes later
She tapped her finger on my knuckle seven times.
“She says seven.” I said
“Do you want me to stop for a little while?” He asked
She shook her head.
“Just breathe.” I said
Hours passed and I wasn’t even keeping track of how many my mind was on keeping her calm do she did overly freak out while he was tattooing her. She twitched a lot and moaned in pain a fucking lot but she got through it.
“You’re still not allowed to see it until it’s healed.” She said
I groaned.
“Who is going to help you patch it up and shit?” I asked
“I can do it.” Mike said
She smiled and he laughed at me.
“I know where you live Jimmy, I can just come by every day for a week and help her.” Mike said
“Fine Mike.” I said
“You know you’re going to have to wear a strapless bra for a week.” Mike said
“Oh, I was just going to wear baggy shirts.” She said
“That works too.” Mike said
I squinted my eyes at him. Was I jealous? Of the tattoo artist? Really James he’s bald and fat! I scoled myself

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