A young woman sat in a chair in a waiting room reading a magazine. She sighed, flipping the pages, and getting impatient as she looked at her watch. She had been waiting for at least ten minutes and wasn't the most patient of people.
Her long wavy brown hair was tied back in a messy bun, exposing the small cross tattoo on the back of her neck. Her green eyes glanced around the waiting room. There were thousands of drawings and pictures plastered to the walls. A big, burley man-probably a biker guy- was sitting in another chair, reading the newest issue of Hardcore Ink Magazine. She looked down at her pleated black skirt she had chosen to wear today and to her legs, smooth, supple skin that seemed to go on for miles.
She crossed her legs in a lady-like fashion and looked over to the girl sitting at the desk, Zoë. Zoë smiled at her and looked at the clock, shrugging her shoulders. "Sorry Veronica, I don't know what's keeping him." Zoë sighed.
Veronica groaned, and started playing with one of the pyramids on her 3-pyramis belt. She grabbed a different magazine and started flipping through the pages; until she heard the light electric buzz from the tattoo gun stop and someone clear their throat in the back room.
She put the magazine on the table beside her and crossed her arms over her blood red corset top, glaring at the door to the back room. It wasn't until a few minutes later when a pretty girl with long, curly blonde hair and big blue eyes came out. Her eyes though, were a bit reddened, 'probably from crying,' Veronica thought, 'wimp'. She paid Zoë at the counter, smoothed her fitted light blue hip-huggers and baby-pink shirt that said 'Blondes have more fun' and walked slowly out the door.
"Now I've seen everything." Veronica laughed to Zoë, who nodded, chuckling at bit to herself.
It was then when Veronica turned her attention to the door leading to the back room. A man was standing in the doorway. He was tall, a bit over 6 feet. His hazel eyes smiled at Veronica as she got up and started towards him. His hair was black and almost wavier than Veronica's was. His name was Knox, and every time Veronica saw him, her knees went weaker, mouth became watery and sometimes her panties dampened. He was her tattoo artist for nearly a year, and Veronica had wanted him since the day she had seen him. His face had chiseled features, strong and manly. Lips, full and cherub-like were curved into a slight smirk.
"Hey, you." Knox chuckled, his deep voice breaking the silence of the waiting room.
"What took you so long?" Veronica asked, hugging Knox. She loved getting hugs from him, it was like their bodies seemed to weld together perfectly and he smelled so good.
"It took me about fifteen minutes just to even get near her with the stupid gun, then, I had to stop about six times so she could calm down from crying." Knox replied, leading her into a different back room. One Veronica never had been in before.
"So what did the Pretty Princess get?" Veronica asked.
"Butterfly on her ankle, small one too. Only about two by two inches." he chuckled. "It was hysterical."
"I bet." Veronica smiled.
"Sorry we have to be in here and not the other one," Knox sighed, "John needs our usual room for that biker guy outside, he's going to be there for a while."
"Oh okay." Veronica replied, sitting down in the chair, and leaning her head back to rest on the back of it.
"So what are we doing today?" Knox had asked, before she sat her head back up and looked at him, giving him a picture of a red long-stemmed rose. Dew was dripping off of the petals and down the stem. "And this is going?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She bit her lip, knowing he was going to make one of his comments when she told him.
"The inside of my thigh," Veronica replied, boldly. "My right thigh." she added quickly, biting her lip. This was her first tattoo on her legs and she knew that it would probably hurt... a lot.
Knox looked at her, his eyes darkening as he looked at her legs, his own mouth watering, wondering what she tasted like. Regretfully tearing those thoughts away from his mind, he changed his look to a mischievous smirk, "Hot." he winked. Veronica giggled, and shook her head.
"So how are we going to do this?" she asked, shifting in the chair and not keeping her eyes off of Knox. He thought for a moment before answering that she would have to take off her skirt and that they would go from there.
"I'm going to go put this on temp. paper and then we'll get started when I come back." he mumbled, looking at the picture Veronica had drawn and walking out of the room.
Veronica stood up, and walked around the small room, looking at pictures of other people's tattoos as she undid her belt, tossing it on the floor next to the chair. Her face reddened, just thinking about Knox seeing her in nothing but her black lacy boy-shorts panties and corset top. Rolling her eyes, she laughed at herself when the thought of 'Lady Marmalade' popped into her head.
She slipped her skirt off, looking into the mirror and grinning. She had to admit, she had a great body, supple curves, her breasts weren't too big or too small, her bum had the perfect curve some women would die for and her flat, toned stomach-though covered by her top at the moment- was ideal for any woman. Her upper arms were graced with elegant, intricate designs, that Veronica had drawn herself. And of course, her lower back was decked with a lovely tribal tattoo that Knox had drawn especially for her, her initials in the center of it. On each wrist, were the initials of her brother and sister, whom she kept close to her heart, around their initials were elaborate designs, encircling her wrist and twisted and crept down the back of her hands, also drawn by her and Knox.
Her mother had always told her that the tattoos had taken away from her beauty; more was focused on the ink on her body than her personality and face. Veronica sighed, placing her hands on her hips; she and her mother had always fought about her appearance, though. Veronica didn't care about what other people thought about her tattoos. They were art, just on her body and Veronica was an artist so, why not?
"I'm ba-" Knox said as he entered the room, to find Veronica there. He couldn't finish his sentence because of the way she looked; like something he had never seen in his life. His mouth watered and he felt himself grow a bit hard, looking at her so he decided to clear his throat and think about Christmas shopping or something stupid like that.
