Abigail's Ink.
A lady of my acquaintance is, how shall we say, of negotiable affection. She is also very attractive, very good company and as such a cut above her immediate colleagues. However her one big failing is that she is a tart with a heart and will probably never get rich as the negotiations often entail goods in kind from all sorts of tradesmen, professionals and various shopkeepers. Just as an aside she has never needed to pay for legal representation. Ever. But I digress.

One such negotiation was with Steve, the owner of a local Tattoo and Piercing parlour. He promised a tattoo of her design based on a minute for minute trade. This sounded good to Abigail (her working name) as she had been fancying a bit of the old ink for a while. She saved up his visits for a couple of months and then visited him.

Unfurling the design he said it would probably take slightly less than the time she had banked and being the kind-hearted lady she is she told him to keep the change. After nearly 2 hours she a beautiful pink ribbon design with a lovely intricate knot. Lots of shading and some gold rings tattooed on so that it looked like the ribbon was part of a piece of lower back corsetry cinching her actual waist in.

Steve stepped back to admire his work and suddenly a frown of concern appeared. “Abigail, you know with being in your profession don’t you think it’s a bit of a cliché to have a tramp stamp, beautiful as it is?”

“Oh no,” said Abigail “It isn’t a tramp stamp. It’s a Ho-Bow.”
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 3 Jul 2009, 12:08, 3 replies)

Clap clap clap clap!!!
Good work, Sir!!!
( SpankyHanky, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 12:56, closed)

^^^^^^^^
What he says
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 13:51, closed)

*groan*
[insert internet bullying here]

Give me a break, it's friday and being a cunt is hard work
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 15:43, closed)