THE DARE (G!P Freenbecky)

Chapter 47

That night, Becky sighed with contentment.

She and Freen had made love twice, and now her hand rested on her hip. Becky was lying on her stomach, and Freen's fingertip lightly traced the red rose tattooed on her right buttock.

"I knew it was on the right. A woman doesn't forget a detail like that."

Becky started to laugh, and Freen stopped.

"What? What was so funny?"

"I know you want to leave all the wedding plans to me, but there's one thing you could do for me before the wedding that I would really love."

"Anything."

Smiling, Becky turned around and whispered in her ear.
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Eddie recommended the tattoo parlor.

"I'm going to tell Heng I was drunk," Freen muttered as she gazed at the wall of elaborate designs.

"Just pick one out, but don't tell me," Becky said. "But before I go and have a long cup of coffee while you get it done, let's take a look around."

"Can I help you?" Said a heavyset man who looked like a biker. He had long black hair pulled back in a low ponytail and amazingly muscular arms covered with intricately designed tattoos.

"I'm in the market for a tattoo," Freen said.

"Ever had one done before?"

"Nope. I'm a virgin."

"Got any idea where you want it?"

Freen glanced at Becky. "My right buttock."

"Good choice. Now, did the two of you want to pick out a design together?"

"We thought we'd look at a few."

"What do you recommend?" Becky said.

"Well, this one of a Viking ship is really a work of art—"

Freen hesitated. "That's quite a crowd on that ship."

"Oh, you were thinking of something not as elaborate? How about this one? It's a depiction of Stonehenge. It's very popular with our Pagan customers, and especially nice during the Winter Solstice—"

"Ah, that's still a little big. I was thinking of something smaller."

"How about this one, Freen?" Becky pointed to a rendition of the Battleship USS Constitution.

"Hah-hah. Clever girl. No, I was thinking of something along the lines of, well, she had a small rose on her butt—"

The clerk considered this. "Yes, I see what you mean. Well, I think you should both look around as much as you want, and I'll be right here behind the counter if you should need me. A tattoo is a very personal form of body art, and you'll know the one you want when you see it."

Freen looked for about twenty minutes before she saw exactly what she wanted.

"Becky, go get some coffee at that place down the street. Take your time, and I'll come get you when I'm done."

"Am I going to like what you picked?"

"I'm sure you will."

"When can I see it?"

"Oh, I think we should wait for our wedding night." Freen wiggled her eyebrows. "Some things should remain sacred."

As Becky walked out the door, Freen asked the clerk, "Can you do one design almost on top of another?"

"Show me which ones you want, and then I'll tell you if we can combine them."

Freen did exactly that, and the clerk broke into a grin.