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"Please can't we let it slide?" I sulked, making the pouty lips and doe eyes. "Ohh honey noo, you promised a tattoo-" I cut Serena off, "exactlyyy a tattoo-", she cut me off again, "it's spiced now, a vagina tattoo". I whined for over an hour in her back seat as we drove to the tattoo appointment, she booked, from one of the famous celebrity tattoo artist, Ian Diaź. "That man is fucking God on earth, sis, how do you expect me to spread my legs and not drip over his inked needles", I was totally concerned, more insecure about making that inhumane greek God look at my vagina. Plus it would be so awkward.
"oh I don't care sweet bun, it's your birthday, gotta make it memorable, a wrist tattoo won't do that", she was in the front seat beside tamaira and even then I could feel her rolling her eyes. "But-"... "No buts honey just get on the ride of your life, first day of being 23rd" Tamaira finally spoke up taking a curt turn.
I planned on something adventurous, but this. This is definitely out of question, tattoo on my coochie, lord, I never thought about this in my wildest dreams. Last birthday they forced me to get my lips pierced, and yes not the facial lips. Now I walk around with a pearl on my clit hood. Really have null idea over the obsession they carry with my vagina. "and we are here", serena squealed in excitement while I was about to cry. "we can still run, we are not inside yet" I said in a shushed rapid blabber. "huh?" she asked before getting of the car, tamaira parking between the white lines.
It was located in a secluded hill top, with other showrooms and restaurants. Nail salons, which made me think "let's go to the nail salon instead I'll let you make me wear dicks over my nails", they smirked at me before saying "sure honey after this" , which made me scream again. "we are getting a haircut though, you should be banging in curtain bangs" I rolled my eyes at them before stepping into the chilled airy hallway of Inked.
The receptionist was dressed in indigo shirt paired with laced corsets and flared formal trousers, hair up in a clawclip with metal loop earrings. The place felt chic, as if the whole Hollywood has had it's skin inked right here. The interiors were decorated in shades of grey and dark maroon. Even the black metal vases filled with silver branches and leaves. "appointment booked under Daisie Hopkins", Tamaira spoke leaning over the dark marbled counter. "Yes first in line, He'd be here any minute, she can change or wait in that room".
