Tomás
Madre de Dios. This woman is going to be the death of me, I thought, unable to stop my eyes from following her fingers as she stroked up and down the corset, each line drawing the most flattering attention to her curves. Perfectly thick and curvy, goth like me--but so clearly a baby bat, her eyes still so innocent and her emotions on her face.
And I'm the first to marr all of that plush, exposed pale skin. For some reason, the thought made my cock twitch, my heavy balls reminding me I was due for my rut next week.
I wonder if I'll be other firsts of hers, I thought, before shaking my head. It wasn't unheard of for alpha ruts to trigger omegas into heat, but I'd never heard of it pushing one into presenting as omega--and at twenty, she was just barely at the age presentation usually happened.
Unlike other heats, the first heat could not be suppressed. Attempting to do so often posed a health risk to the omega.
But Dios did it turn me on to think of it happening with this woman.
Even thought it went against everything I believed about professionalism, I couldn't help but want to ask out this client.
Indigo looked up at me, no doubt feeling my eyes on her "I wasn't sure how you'd want my, um. Bosom?"
It was only then that I realized my mouth had parted.
Scolding myself, I swallowed, shook my head slightly, and coughed before speaking. "No, you can um. You can leave that on--I'll have you adjust them as necessary. At least while I'm placing the stencil."
"Okay, perfect," she said, her honeyed alto voice light and happy. "Since I do want some of the gems to kinda go lower on the cleavage."
"Oh?" I said, my voice strained as I focused on printing out the stencils. One of the raven, one of the gem in the center, and the other of the rest of the chandelier necklace hanging from it.
Even if nothing else came of my interaction with her, I'd love to keep working with her, maybe use her as a model to highlight my skills and techniques. She was a model client. She had a great grasp of what she wanted, worked collaboratively on the design in a speedy and clear manner, paid for the consultation, and the blend of high color and also gothic style of this tattoo would be a delightful challenge.
Continuing to work with her after this point would be a great opportunity to showcase my talent, especially with diverse bodies.
As well as working with scars, I'd noticed with dismay. Like too many people these days, she bore self-harm scars on her arms. I'd be willing to give her discounted tattoos to help replace those with something beautiful as well.
I was actually cutting her a deal on this first tattoo because I'd been moved by her willingness to be vulnerable with me and share the full meaning of the tattoo. As a bisexual who grew up in a strict Catholic household, I knew all too well how harsh the love could really be.
I wanted to help her get to the same place of happiness with herself as I had, I realized.
Oh fuck, I thought. Am I catching feelings for a client?
She replied before I could process that thought. "Yeah. I can show you if you want."
