I walked into electric dream tattoo shop , looking forward to spending the next several hours in Veronica's chair. I had been to this shop a few times before, and I always felt at ease with her out of all the other artists despite most of them also being women. She was a talented artist, and I loved the way she brought my ideas to life on my skin.

As I approached the front desk, I saw Veronica sitting at her workstation, prepping for my appointment. She looked up and caught my eye, flashing me a warm smile. I felt a familiar flutter in my chest as I took in her appearance - the colorful tattoos that covered her arms, the septum piercing that glinted in the light, and the death moth tattoo that spread its wings across her chest. She was wearing a low cut black shirt and a mid thigh length skirt with fishnets underneath.

"Hey, Dom," she said, standing up to greet me. "Ready to get started on that thigh piece?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. Today's tattoo was going to be a big one - a depiction of Majin Vegeta and Goku Black from Dragon Ball Z, two of my favorite characters.

Veronica smiled as she pulled out a piece of paper from her portfolio. "I've already drawn up a design for you," she said. "Let me show you what I came up with."

She handed me the paper, and I was blown away by the detail and accuracy of the design. Majin Vegeta and Goku Black were standing back to back, their auras swirling around them. The linework was intricate, and the shading was perfect.

"I love it," I said, genuinely impressed. "This is exactly what I was thinking."

Veronica smiled, looking pleased with herself. "I'm glad," she said. "I'll go make the stencil, and we can get started."

She took the paper back and headed to the stencil machine, leaving me to get settled into the chair. I I put in my earbuds and watched her walk away, my eyes lingering on the curves of her body. I had always appreciated her talent as an artist, but I have to admit that I enjoyed her company just as much.

Veronica returned with the stencil and began to prepare my thigh for the tattoo. She shaved the area, wiped it with alcohol, and applied the stencil. I watched as she worked, my eyes drawn to the intricate details of the design.

Once the stencil was in place, Veronica assembled her machine and began to work. The needle bit into my skin, and I felt a familiar surge of pain. But I was used to it - I'd had plenty of tattoos before, and I knew what to expect. In fact, I almost enjoyed the sensation. There was something about the pain that was cathartic, something that made me feel alive.

As Veronica worked, I felt the pain ebb and flow. It was a burning sensation, a stinging feeling that seemed to sear itself into my skin, it was almost like a razorblade attached to a lawn mower with the vibrations it caused. But I was relaxed, my muscles loose and my mind calm. I closed my eyes and let the pain wash over me while listening to my favorite playlist.

At one point, Veronica was working on a part of the tattoo that was on the inner part of my leg, near the crease where my thigh met my groin. Her hand was moving in close, the needle dancing across my skin as she worked on the delicate details of the design. As she leaned in, her hand brushed against my cock, make me twitch a bit. It was a light touch, barely noticeable, I was sure it was just an accident. She was focused on the tattoo, and I didn't think she had even realized she had touched me.

I opened my eyes to see if she had noticed, but she just kept working, her expression focused and intent. She didn't seem to have even flinched, and I was convinced that it had been a mistake. I let it go, figuring it was just a minor slip-up, and closed my eyes again, allowing the pain of the tattoo to once again wash over me.

As the hours passed, the tattoo shop began to wind down. The other artists finished up their sessions and started to pack up their gear. The clients who had been waiting for their appointments began to leave, and the shop grew quiet.

Veronica was still working on my tattoo, her hands moving quickly and precisely as she added the final details to the design. I was impressed by her focus and attention to detail, even after hours of working on the tattoo.

As the last of the other artists left the shop, Veronica looked up and smiled at me. "I've got about another hour or two of work left to do," she said. "But it's going to be worth it, I promise."

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. I couldn't wait to see the finished tattoo, and I was grateful to Veronica for her hard work and dedication.

As she continued to work, the shop grew quieter and quieter. The only sound was the hum of the tattoo machine, my music, and the occasional rustle of Veronica's clothes as she moved. I felt a sense of calm wash over me.

Just then, the shop's owner, a woman named Samantha, poked her head into the room. "Hey, Veronica, you about done here?" she asked.

Veronica looked up and smiled. "Another hour or two, Samantha," she said. "I want to make sure everything is perfect."

Samantha nodded and turned to leave, but then she stopped and turned back to us. "You know, I'm going to head out and lock up the shop," she said. "Why don't you just take your time and finish up here? I'll leave the back door unlocked for you."

As she said this, a small smirk played on her lips, and she raised an eyebrow slightly. It was a subtle gesture, but it seemed to suggest that she knew something I didn’t.

Veronica smiled and nodded, and Samantha headed out of the room. As the door closed behind her, Veronica turned to me and smiled. "Well, I guess it's just us now," she said.

As Samantha left the room, Veronica turned her attention back to the tattoo. She worked in silence for a few minutes, her hands moving quickly and precisely as she added the final details to the design.

But as she worked, her hand slipped and she accidentally grazed my dick again. This time, it was much more noticeable, and I could feel a jolt of electricity run through my body.

Veronica's face turned bright red as she realized what had happened. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with embarrassment.

I tried to reassure her that it was okay and an honest mistake, and she seemed to relax a bit. "Let's just take a break and go outside, I need to smoke a joint and just chill a bit," she said.

I agreed, and she wiped down my tattoo and wrapped it up in plastic. We headed out to her car, which was parked in the back of the shop.

As we walked, Veronica pulled out a joint and lit it up once we were in the car. She took a few puffs, and then offered it to me.

"Want a hit?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No thanks, I don't smoke," I said. "I have anxiety and it makes it flair up, I don’t mind being around it though."

Veronica nodded understandingly. "No worries, I get it," she said.

As we sat there in silence, I couldn't help but notice the way Veronica was looking at me. Her eyes seemed to be locked on mine.

We sat in relative silence for a while, the soft music playing on her radio filling the air. We chatted here and there, but for the most part, we just enjoyed the quiet companionship.

As we sat there, I started to notice that Veronica's eyes were getting red. I knew it was from the weed she had smoked earlier, and I smiled to myself, thinking that she was probably feeling pretty relaxed.

Suddenly, Veronica started to giggle. I looked at her in surprise, wondering what was so funny….