Urban Kaleidoscope: The Tattoo Artist

1. Urban Kaleidoscope: The Tattoo Artist
My name is Ling Mufeng, and I'm a professional tattoo artist. I live in a society filled with the super-rich and where prices are skyrocketing.
Yes. Everyone is accumulating wealth through various legitimate and illegitimate means. Most of them are always in a hurry, striving...
They work hard to earn money so they or their families can have a better life. But none of them stop to appreciate the scenery that passes them by.
I, however, am a rather fortunate person. I have a beautiful wife and two lovely children. Family life...
We could call it a comfortable life. At least my family and I weren't struggling to make ends meet. In 2000...
Graduated from the Department of Arts and Crafts, Sichuan Fine Arts Institute. As everyone knows, this is a well-known major, and I'm looking for a job with a stable income.
A career needs the support of mentors. So I opened an advertising design workshop with a few friends.
After several years of hard work, I opened my own tattoo shop in a bustling underground shopping mall. And so it began.
These are the days I spent building my own business. The services I offered included tattooing, eyebrow tattooing, lip brightening, scar coverage, and tattoo correction, among others.
Thanks to the care and support of all the older and younger brothers and sisters, the daily income is quite considerable. Every morning...
It opens at 8 AM and closes at 6 PM. As usual, the customers in the underground shopping mall had already left, and the surrounding area...
All the shops had closed down. After cleaning the shops, I slowly began tidying up the tattoo equipment on the table, preparing to...
They closed the door and headed home. Just then, a soft greeting came from the doorway: "Hello, Teacher Ling!"
I turned my head and saw a woman with big eyes and a round face standing at the shop entrance. She looked at the shop with some timidity.
(As an aside: Most of the lights in the underground shopping mall were off at the time, making my shop's lights appear even brighter. So, in terms of brightness...)
Under the bright lights, the woman's eyes were large and dark. (I prefer girls with big eyes.) I stopped.
He responded warmly, "Hello, how can I help you?" The woman was still a little nervous.
Ann said, "Um...this..." She glanced around as she spoke, even though there was nothing left in the vicinity.
"She's here." I knew this woman might have something difficult to say. So I gently said, "You go first..."
"Come in and sit down, have a glass of water. Tell me what's wrong, don't be so nervous." She sat down and kept her head down.
I gently squeezed the paper cup in my hand to calm my nerves. I continued softly, "Don't be nervous,"
"I'm not afraid of getting a tattoo. Just say what you want, and let's see if I can do it." He paused for a moment.
After a while, the woman took a sip of water and finally mustered up the courage to say, "I want...I want...to get a tattoo down there."
After saying that, she lowered her head even further. You can imagine how red her face was. So I said to her:
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. I have several female colleagues. I'll call them and have them come over to tattoo you."
But she said, "No, Master Ling, I know your tattooing skills are excellent. A friend of mine is..."
"I got this tattoo here. She recommended it." "Oh," I replied, "Who is your friend?" "My friend..."
My friend's name is Zhao Lingling, and mine is Tan Yan. I thought for a moment, then said, "Oh, it's her." Zhao Lingling is a very crazy person.
A girl who dropped out of junior high school and started working. She works at a karaoke bar. She's always going crazy.
Yes, she came here before to get a tattoo. In my hazy memory, she had a bright red flower tattooed on her left breast near her shoulder.
Roses. Later, she got a European/American nude woman tattooed on her private parts. "No problem, what kind of tattoo do you want?"
"Where's the design?" I said, handing her a magazine full of tattoo designs. She didn't take the magazine but instead looked at me...
She said, "I want to get a five-colored butterfly tattooed on me." "Okay, but you see it's getting late today, tattoos take..."
"It will take some time to prepare. Could you please find another time?" I said. "Well, I'll come when I'm off on the weekend."
She got up and walked out, saying, "Goodbye, Teacher Ling!" "Goodbye!" Before she knew it, it was the weekend (Friday to be precise). After lunch, she was preparing to take a nap as usual.
(Because at this time our shop has almost no customers, everyone is busy with lunch. High customer traffic...)
Peak hours are roughly around 10 AM and between 3 PM and 5 PM. The phone rang, and a...
An unfamiliar number came into view. "Hello, who is this?" "Hello, Teacher Ling, this is Tan Yan." "Oh, I see."
"Oh, it's you. Is it about getting a tattoo?" "Yeah, are you busy right now? I'll be there in a bit."
I replied, "Okay, there might not be much business this afternoon. Wait for me at Exit D of the mall, I'll take the shop..."
"I'll be right there once I arrange it." "Okay, see you in a bit." After hanging up, I called one of my buddies.
Phone call: "Qiangzi, I have something to do this afternoon, could you come and watch the shop for me?" (Qiangzi is my...)
He's a colleague and friend. Sometimes when he's busy, I'll watch his shop for him.
After Qiangzi arrived, I headed towards Exit D, and from a distance I could see her standing there quietly. Today...
She wore a black wool coat, and underneath she wore a large (uncinched, straight-cut) black top.
She wore a thin, light-colored sweater, paired with plus-size, straight-leg black trousers and black mid-heeled leather shoes. I couldn't help but...
A question popped into my head: "Why does she like wearing black clothes so much?" But honestly, black...
That outfit really suits her; it makes her look more elegant and charming, with her big eyes and baby face. You can imagine what...
What kind of appearance was it? "Sorry to keep you waiting," I said as I stepped forward. "It's nothing,"
"I didn't wait long," she replied politely. So I said, "Let's go to my other 'workshop'."
(Note: The underground shopping mall was too crowded, so I could only get tattoos in certain areas. To protect women's privacy, I did it in a different location.)
I rented a two-bedroom, one-bathroom suite on the 10th floor of the building and prepared a set of related tattoo equipment. (The last sentence appears to be incomplete and unrelated to the previous thought.)
The studio itself. Of course, hygiene and other conditions absolutely meet national quality inspection standards. It passes inspections.
Along the way, I learned that she was born in 1984 and also owned a fashion store in an underground shopping mall.
To ease her tension, I kept telling her jokes. She gradually became less reserved and started talking to me...
He started talking more. Sometimes he'd even burst into loud laughter. And that's how we got to our work location on the 10th floor.
In the room, I said, "Take a short rest. These are some butterfly patterns I drew by hand. Take a look and see which ones you like."
"I'll go prepare some tools." I handed him a manuscript and turned to go into the room. A few minutes later...
I came out and said, "Ms. Tan, are you ready? Are you ready?" Hearing this, she started to tense up again.
Lai's face turned red. So I said, "Don't be nervous, just think of me as your sister."
She burst out laughing upon hearing this. "Yes, a laugh makes you less nervous." "By the way, you've made your choice..."
"What kind of butterfly pattern?" She pointed to a few patterns. In my opinion, she has a good eye; the ones she chose...
They're all rather ethereal butterflies. "Just one butterfly tattooed on my private area?" "Isn't one a bit monotonous?"
She asked, "Yes, I think it would be even better with a red rose and a little butterfly."
So I used my pencil to draw the picture I imagined, and then filled it in with the corresponding colors. The whole...
That one scene changed everything. She quickly agreed to my idea.
"Then take your pants off and lie down on the bed," I said to her. She turned around shyly, slowly...
She pulled down her pants. A pair of snow-white, smooth thighs came into view. Her thighs were a bit thick; no wonder she wore...
The black clothing was meant to make her look slimmer. Her hips were perky and full. The flesh on both sides squeezed together, forming a deep groove in the middle.
Standing like this, or even slightly bending over, makes it virtually impossible to see her anus. She covered her private parts slightly with her hand as she slowly walked...
I lay down on the bed. My hands were still habitually resting there. I laughed and said, "How am I supposed to operate it like that?"
Upon hearing this, she laboriously removed her hand. I adjusted the light, gaining a clear view of her private parts. Her private parts were full...
The fur was black and thick, forming a typical inverted triangle. A long slit appeared, and the slit slowly opened between her legs.
It kept expanding, and the tender, translucent, crimson flesh on its surface was sometimes visible, sometimes hidden. I said, "You have too much hair on your genitals."
"You need to shave some off." She nodded slightly. While shaving her pubic hair, he spoke to her, "Let's talk about you and your boyfriend..."
"Let's talk about your romantic history." She seemed a little sentimental as she said this, forgetting her momentary nervousness. "I'm not good-looking..."
I'm pretty, but a little chubby. These days, men all prefer slim women. I dated one before, but he broke up with me because I was fat.
"He's done with you." I comforted him, saying, "He doesn't know how to cherish you. There will be better ones waiting for you." At this moment...
I applied a numbing cream to her private parts and continued chatting with her. After two hours...
The first tattoo session was basically finished. She also felt a slight pain. I said, "Basically..."
"The tattoo is finished. I'll add color after it heals in a few days, and it'll look beautiful then." She got out of bed and said...
Looking in the mirror, she said, "Teacher Ling's technique is really good; it looks even better than I imagined." "Thank you,"
Customer satisfaction is my greatest support. She was no longer nervous at all, looking in the mirror.
She turned around to look at herself, a satisfied look in her eyes. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, I casually remarked, "You're not bad either."
"You're not fat?" Upon hearing this, she habitually pulled up her thin sweater: "Look, you have a lot of fat on your belly."
She has some extra fat around her stomach, round and several rolls. But she's definitely not overweight; at least her skin is very fair. Her upper body is exposed...
She peeked out from just below the edge of her breasts. I casually asked, "Your breasts are quite full, what's your bra size?"
She paused slightly, but quickly and naturally replied, "40D." "Too voluptuous, definitely..."
"The internet? You've been talking about big breasts, haven't you?" Speaking of her chest, she seemed quite proud. "All my friends envy me."
Their breasts, though they were very slender and thin, were all small. "At that moment, I suddenly felt a little wicked."
The thought crossed my mind; I really wanted to explore what lay beneath her sweater. "I really want to touch your breasts," I said, somewhat like...
He acted like a child who had done something wrong. After all, making such an unreasonable request to a girl like that, if she refused...
Being scolded would be quite embarrassing. To my surprise, she actually pulled her sweater up even higher, revealing two huge...
Her breasts bounced out, like two huge white rabbits. The areolas were small, and the nipples were a slightly different color.
Xu's breasts were black. The entire set could be summed up in two words: large and white. I excitedly stretched out my hands, my hands trembling slightly.
He touched those enormous breasts. She trembled slightly. The feeling of squeezing them in his hands was like touching a sponge.
In this way, breasts can be deformed at will in a person's hand. The two cherries touched by the thumb slowly hardened.
Here. Although I was quite fond of it, I knew I couldn't go too far. So I reluctantly withdrew it.
He reached out his hands: "Thank you!" "It's nothing, you weren't being too unreasonable. Let's just keep it a little secret."
After saying that, she went out and left.
In the days that followed, I finished my work and talked to her a lot about life. But I...
She made no more unreasonable demands. Now, she has successfully lost weight and become a true goddess.
She also met her Prince Charming. She left the city to enjoy her happy life elsewhere. And what remained for me...
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I sincerely thank the original poster for their hard work and selfless sharing.
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