𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐃.𝐄.

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"I don't know why this crazy ass bitch came in here knowing she was gon' have you struggling like this with this big ass BBL." A girl, Mina, yapped at the mouth about her friend who was getting a tattoo done by Amazi.

"Bitch he don't care. Get off my dick." The friend, Cyn, waved her off while trying not to shift uncomfortably in his chair.

She currently laid on her stomach, and Amazi could've sworn she was bleeding through the faja she wore during her front forearm tattoo.

It had definitely been a struggle. Amazi was already 6'5 as it was, so he had to bend himself at an angle to access the opposite side of her arm since she had no other choice but to lay on her stomach.

Why book a tattoo when she hadn't finish healing, he didn't know. He wasn't even made aware of her circumstances prior to accepting her in his online booking. He didn't want to turn her down at the door though, so here they were.

"Yo, quit moving Cyn. You hear me?" Amazi glanced up at her with his eyebrows furrowed, wanting her to know that he was serious. He hated messing up tattoos.

"Sorry," She mumbled, and her friend made an 'oop' face while looking the opposite direction, crossing one of her legs over the other.

"And you, go to the waiting room. You fuckin' her up. She ah' be out there in a minute." He gestured out of his workspace, and Mina was about to object, before seeing his stern expression. She huffed, going to do as told.

"You good?" He asked Cyn, and she nodded, making him do the same.

He was able to finish the custom two-faced mask tattoo about a half hour later, and he was pretty pleased with the end result-as always.

"It looks sooo good. You talented, foreal." Cyn gratified, watching him record her arm tattoo.

"I 'preciate that. Keep it moisturized, aight? You can use Vaseline, or just a gentle wash with some soap. You can call the front desk if you got any questions." He passed her an after-care pamphlet, as well as a small kit he gave to all of his customers.

"Thank you so much. Here you go." She held out some cash-even though she'd already paid for her tattoo in full, she felt that he deserved a tip because this was the neatest tattoo she'd ever had.

"Thank you. Have a good day," He nodded in appreciation after taking it, and a few seconds later he could hear her in the front, being loud with her friend.

He counted out sixty dollars as his tip, and the tattoo itself was $280. He put all the cash from Cyn in his pocket, and then he began to clean and sanitize his station.

Once he was done, he posted the video that he recorded to his Instagram page.

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