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I walked to the shop and Joey followed. "Hello beautiful, may I help you?" "Can you draw me a rain drops?" I asked. "Rain drops?" Joey asked "Yeah." They guy who drew the tattoo nod. "Where so you want me to draw?" He asked. "My right shoulders" I wore a loose dress so I can easily slip my hand through it and let the guy draw it on my shoulder. "You want to get some?" I asked him and he nodded. "What do you want him to draw?" "A star with a number one in it."

I don’t do it often so a minute or two won’t hurt. He sets me down in a chair and locks the door again. He felt him sit in front of me “ Before I put you in the chair to work.Where would you like me to put your tattoo?” I think about it and since I have no clue as to how big it is or what it looks like I decide to put the choice in his hands. “ Honey, I trust you. This is your area of expertise. I leave it all to you.” He gave me a quick kiss and said “ Thank you for trusting me.” “ Anytime,” I said. And it was the truth. Unless he ever proved me wrong I would trust him. Tank helps me to a table it feels like and helps me sit down. “ I am going to put it high on your shoulder so it can be se

Of course he was. Zara stopped in the doorway. Took a quiet breath. Kept her face neutral through what she considered an Olympic level effort. His back was to her. Wide shoulders, the kind of build that came from actually using your body, not just performing fitness. There was a tattoo she’d never seen before curling up from his left shoulder blade, dark ink, something geometric, something that looked unfinished like a sentence without its ending. Must be a new tattoo. She looked away. Looked back.

she whispered as I felt a sharp sting against my shoulder which made me wince in pain. "What are you doing to her!" Sky growled furiously as he moved to my side with Glen. "Check her left shoulder," she instructed. Sky looked at me apologetically then moved her hand to my blouse carefully moving it a little. We all were shocked to see the same crest and dragon symbol on my shoulder like a tattoo. "What the fuck did you do to her? She didn't have this," Glen yelled in disbelief as the woman grabbed the collar of her outfit slightly, pulling it down and showing us the same tattoo.

"Why do you have the same look and tattoo then?" I halt in my tracks. "Tattoo?" He nods intermittently, pointing to my arm. "The same tattoo you have on your arm. She has it too." Confusion clouds my mind. Why does she have my face and tattoo? Who the hell is that girl? The tattoo on my shoulder is a result of a drunken night during my last days in high school. I got scolded for it and that made me love the tattoo. But the one on my arm, I can't remember how long it has been there. I grew up to find it there. I never asked my parents about it and they never said a word about it.

"Yep. But why is there a bandage on your shoulder?" He grinned. "I didn't think it was fair for you to get pierced without me having something painful done. So I got this." He peeled back the bandage to show her the tattoo. Clearly visible, even with the skin around it an angry pink, was a red and black Celtic knot in the shape of a heart.

She said, I smiled and looked at Jerald who just raised his eyebrows. “Kalona… I need to mark her,” Jerald said and I turned to him, there is no way I am getting tattooed by this man. “Well, we can get to it. Where do I put the mark?” Kalona asked and sighed in disbelief. “Shoulder.” I responded, Jerald shook his head. “On her hand. It should be visible and if you are worried about getting employed in the future then don’t.” He was so serious and I wasn’t going to disobey him, especially when we have a whole sex dungeon.

He pushed my shoulders back to look at my face then I nodded with pursed lip in incertitude. He took off his shirt and lied on the tattoo chair. Cartel came over and adjusted the chair for him to lie flat. "Where do you want it?" he asked. Jason pointed just above his pelvic, around the side of his abdomen. Cartel wiped the area with Alcohol, then adjusted the light to that area and stenciled the design on Jason's skin. He flashed a mirror at it and asked Jason if he liked it. Jason confirmed give him a thumbs up with nod of approval.

I honestly never cared much, but I know that every time I use too much power in a day, the tattoo glows red, which causes me a lot of pain—like now. I have to kneel and put my bare shoulders against the tiles; otherwise, I risk falling. I scream in pain that provokes me. I place my nails on my right arm, and the smell of blood enters my nostrils. I continue like this for fifteen minutes, and then the pain subsides, leaving only slight discomfort.

I was too frozen to move until he slowly raised his head and met my panicked gaze. His eyes did a double take down to my exposed chest which I really tried covering with my small arms. My lips parted to protest. To tell him to get out or something. But his gaze kept me still while he skimmed over my body with a mix of interest and confusion. His eyes stopped on my left shoulder, just a few centimeters below my collar bone, right above the swell of my breast was the only tattoo I had. The tiny pink art tingled my skin with a strange sensation the longer he stared at it.