Page 5 of When Love Becomes A Need
Marci flinched slightly. I looked up at her.
“Your leg is swollen, and we still got a ways to go. You gone be able to handle it, or you want to come back?” I asked her.
Some people couldn’t finish a big piece in one sitting. Marci was trying to be a trooper, but I could see it on her face whenever I glanced up at her. She wasn’t feeling the pain the tattoo brought to her. I had completed the outlining and was now adding some shading and wasabout to start the color. It would be another two hours at least until I finished.
Marci glanced down at her thigh then smiled. “No, let’s finish it.” She brushed her hand across my shoulder. I nicely shrugged it off.
Since she’s been here, she’s been flirting with me, trying to make small talk and rubbing on me. I didn’t like people in my personal space like that.
Marci was an attractive girl, but I wasn’t interested. All she could offer me was some pussy then carry her ass on. If she wanted something deeper than that, I wasn’t the guy for her.
She had come in here with some little shorts that showed off the bottom of her plump ass and a small shirt that gripped her even fuller chest and showed off her stomach.
“You know I've always been into tattoos. Have you ever thought about letting someone shadow you?” she flirted.
“Nah.” I started back on her thigh.
She jumped slightly. I glanced up at her and she gave me a small smile. Shaking my head, I stared back.
“You’re not really a talker, are you?”
“Only when it’s something to talk about.”
“Mhm.”
Finally, she got the hint that I wasn’t trying to engage and allowed me to finish her tattoo in silence.
Two hours later, she was looking in the mirror in my room, smiling.
“Ahmad, this is amazing. When my girlfriend recommended I come to you, I thought it was just because of how attractive you were, but you’re really talented.”
I smirked and shook my head while starting to clean my area up. I had an hour break in between appointments and wanted to go grab something quick to snack on.
“Come over here so I can wrap you up,” I instructed her.
She looked at me in the mirror. Her smile grew. Slowly, Marci made her way to me.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Ahmad?” She stared at me curiously.
I finished wrapping her thigh up then glancedat her.
“Nah, I don’t, and I don’t want one.” A small pout appeared on her face.
“You know, your attitude isn’t the best.” I shrugged.
“As long as my work is then I’m good. Pay at the desk up front.” Marci’s shoulders sank before she nodded and walked out of my room.
Chuckling low, I continued cleaning my area up.
“What you do to baby girl? She looked like she lost her best friend.” Neal, another tattoo artist in my shop, walked in and asked.
I turned to face him. “Man, I ain’t do nothing to that girl. She came in here, got her tattoo, then tried to hit on me. When she saw I wasn’t interested she got in her feelings.” I shrugged.
Neal laughed and shook his head. “You gone have to stop breaking all these girls’ hearts that come in here.”
I chuckled. “I don’t do shit but what they pay me to. They’re the ones that come in here hoping I pay them attention.”
Even though my tattoo shop was one of the most popular in the area, it didn’t mean everyone came here just because me and my workers were talented. A lot of the females that walked in hoped that they would catch my eye, which they didn’t, but they always tried.
