The tattooist looked up as he heard the bell on his shop door ring.
A young ebon girl, no older than her late teens walked through the door, put her black umbrella into the stand and smiled up at him.
He recognized her immediately, she was one of the hookers who worked the streets in this part of the sector. He was surprised to she her here without one of their "protectors".
"What do you want?"
'I want a tattoo you numbskull, how much?'
"What and where?"
She handed him a slimy slip of paper, with some fancy writing on it. He looked at her, and she tapped her stomach.
"20 Unis."
She smiled again and followed him into the next room.
She looked around the room, at the leather chair with straps at the neck, wrists and feet, at the machine and pots of ink, at the decaying posters on the wall.
'Kinky'
He paid he no attention so she removed her clothes and sat down on the chair.
He turned round to ask her something and gasped when he saw she was naked.
"Theres no need to get undressed for a tattoo on your stomach."
She spread her legs and pointed to her shaved genitals.
'I want you to tattoo me here.'
He looked again at the picture she wanted tattooing and realised that it said "Insert Cock Here". He looked at her, legs spread, both lips smiling at him and stammered out.
"Err.. It will.. err.. cost you.. err.. 50 unis for there"
'Give me it for 20 and i'll give you the best shag of your life!'
"30"
'Deal'
She spread here legs wider, displaying her clit ring and the opening to her vagina.
'Do you like what you see?'
Again, he could only stammer out a reply.
"Err.. You.. err.. you look very pretty, yes, you look very pretty."
She closed her legs, expecting the tattoist to get the ink and needle ready but he just stood there, gormlessly staring at where her pussy had been.
'Can we get on with this, i've got other people to shag.'
He broke out of his trance, got the equipment ready and motioned for her to spread her legs again. He stared at her for a few moments and then started tattoing her.
He ignored her few screams of pain, rushing to get the job finished so he could have his shag. When he had finished he looked her in the face and saw her tears, so he passed her a tissue.
"Sorry, sometimes getting a tattoo hurts. Where do you want to do it?"
She suggested that he do it on the chair she was sat in. He promptly removed his clothes, revealing an erect 5 inch cock that he waved lewdly at her. She placed a condom on him and slid him into her hole.
He thrusted away like a man possessed, and since he was doing all the work, she was able to withdraw her CAF pistol from her jacket without him noticing.
Within minutes he was grunting and sweating and then he came. She felt his cock spasming inside her. He withdrew, limp and exhuasted.
'Was that the best shag you've ever had?'
"Yeah, I've never come like that before, how did you do it? Can you teach my wife? Whoah fuck..."
She suddenly pulled the CAF pistol to his head and pulled the trigger once. The round pierced his skull, embedding itself in his brain, killing him.
'Glad you enjoyed it, because it was your last shag you bastard. Thats what you get for fucking hurting me.'
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