Alchemical Ink:
Shattered Angel
Tattoo Sorcerey
A Tattoo sorcerer rescues a street kid from herself.
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"I want a tattoo,
but I'm broke. Uh, can I, um… Can I pay you without
cash?"
"Pay me how?"
the Alchemist asked, crossing his arms on his broad
chest. "I don't do drugs so I won't take drugs
as payment." He was pretty sure that she was
going to offer to blow him or fuck him in trade for
the tattoo but he wanted her to spit it out herself.
"Yeah, I heard
you were clean," she said then looked down at
the floor. "Um, I really want that tattoo."
She glanced at him from under pale lashes. "Will
you do it for sex?" she offered very softly,
folding her arms across her narrow chest.
"You want to
fuck me for a tattoo?" His smile was thin-lipped
and without humor. 'I hate this kind of shit', he
thought in annoyance. At the same time he felt pity
creeping through his heart. It wasn't as if she had
much else to offer.
"Yes." She
blinked, eyes wide, caught off guard by his deliberate
rudeness. "Sex for a tattoo."
"You any good?"
he asked, trying to see how far he could push her.
If he was lucky, she would leave on her own and he
wouldn't have to join the ranks of all the rest of
the people who had obviously taken advantage of her.
He cocked his head
to one side in slight confusion. For someone who was
trying to get something using sex, she wasn't even
trying to work it. She didn't flirt and her jacket
was closed to the throat. Not a speck of tittie was
showing. If he didn't know better, he'd swear she'd
never tried to use sex to get anything before. She
was acting like she didn't know how.
"No, I'm not
really that good," she said through clenched
teeth. Her gaze darkened in rebellion then faded to
sullen hurt.
'Well the kid certainly
has guts,' the Alchemist admitted to himself. "Alright,
I'll do it for a fuck."
"Great,"
she smiled with a slight tightening of the lips. "But
no weird shit, okay?" she added, taking a step
back from his counter, her gaze defiant. "No
hitting or cutting."
"Got'cha, no
weird shit, just you, me and my dick in your twat.
Okay." He smiled ruefully. 'What the hell have
I gotten myself into this time?'
"Good,"
she said. She nibbled on her lip then her lips bowed
into a dazzling smile in return. He was knocked flat
by her smile's sudden and searing brilliance. He found
his heart pounding and his palms dampening in sympathetic
anger. And lust. His dick was hardening just looking
at her smile alone.
Not that long ago,
this little broken doll with her shattered eyes and
straggly form had been a spectacular beauty. He could
see from the smile alone, that not all of her soul
had been destroyed. Possibilities still shined, though
dimly.
"Right,"
he said, unnerved then flipped up the counter. "Come
this way."
