Tangible

Tension builds between a walk-in client at a late-night tattoo parlor and the man who inks her as they discuss the tangible nature of pain. Nina Pink needs this piece done now. She strips off her shirt, sits backwards in the chair, and Oliver Flynn leans in close, needle buzzing. Every sting pulls a low sound from her throat. He wipes the skin, keeps going, and the sting turns into something she likes. She turns, takes his cock in her mouth, sinks deep, throat tight around him. Oliver grips her hair, fucks her face until spit runs down her chin. He bends her over the chair next, drives in hard from behind. Each thrust jolts the fresh ink. She pushes back, meets every stroke, and the sound of skin slapping skin fills the shop. When he pulls out, hot ropes streak across her face, marking her. The neon sign flickers outside. 2021.