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|The Boy with the Robot Tattoo (standard:humor, 0 words)|
|Author: Maya||Added: Jun 21 2001||Views/Reads: 2102/1265||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This was just for fun. Hopefully you'll catch the referrences to "Lost in Space". Maybe not...|
"Holy shit! That hurts." Don winced as the needle pierced his skin over and over again in unbelievably quick succession. It took every ounce of testosterone he had pumping through his body not to pull away from the artist's viselike grip. "Did you expect it to tickle?" the artist muttered around his cigarette. The artist, Will was his name, had tattoos adorning his entire body, including his shaved scalp. "Come on Don. Don’t be a wuss." Judy, Don's girlfriend, a reasonably attractive girl with dark purple hair cropped short on her head, a nose pierce, and several tattoos of her own, had been watching the procedure from a short distance away. "Your folks are going to go ballistic when they see it." She said this with more than a hint of malevolence dripping from her voice. She was delighted at the prospect. Don said nothing, but remained still, without complaint, for the next thirty minutes. The outline of the robot design was completed first then color was added. Will continually wiped away the blood and ink with tissues as he worked, ensuring a perfect depiction of the robot Don had chosen. “There you go. What do you think?” Taking another drag on his cigarette, Will then wiped the wound for a final time and allowed Don his first unobstructed view of his tattoo, located on his upper right arm. He was amazed at Will’s talent. The tattoo was an exact duplicate of the flash he had selected. “I’m thoroughly impressed.” He reached out to shake Will’s hand, but Will just turned away and ignored the gesture. Don dropped his hand and turned to his girlfriend. “You like it?” Judy answered by locking her lips to his in an erotic kiss that ended only at Will’s insistence. “Hey! You two want to get a room for that. I’ve got a business to run. This joint isn’t a hang out for horny teens.” Will applied a medicinal salve and a clear cellophane wrap over the robot tattoo. He then instructed Don in the proper care of his new piece of personal artistic expression. From behind a counter Will produced a credit card slip and Don’s credit card which had been presented prior to the beginning of the tattooing session. “I need you to sign this.” Don took the credit card and signed the slip. Don and Judy made their way out of the tattoo studio and into the bright lights of the night. “Let’s go to your place.” Judy suggested. The idea of being there when Don’s snooty parents saw the robot on his arm appealed to her desire for conflict. Arm entwined in arm, the two made their way to Don’s car, a dark gray Porsche Spyder S82. ‘Only the best for Daddy’s precious son.’ Thought Judy with distaste. Within minutes they had arrived at the Robinson Estate. Don turned into the drive and passed a key card in front of a sensor, causing the gate to slowly open. Driving to the entrance of the mansion, Don parked and exited the car, leaving the keys in the ignition. Zachary, the estate’s mechanic, would see to it’s proper care. Judy and Don stepped into the foyer and were greeted by Penny, a longtime servant and now head of household maintenance, “Ah,” She exclaimed when she saw Judy. “I see you have brought your friend with you. Judy, isn’t it?” Judy with her nose in the air, responded. “You are correct.” “Well,” Penny said turning her attention once again to Don. “I will let your parents know you have arrived.” Without another word she turned and left. Don and Judy retired to the library knowing full well Maureen and John, Don’s parents, would be retiring there as well. “Why did you want to come here?” inquired Don. “The night is still young. We could have done anything you wanted.” Judy slithered up to Don, pressing her body close to his and wrapping her arms around his shoulders being careful not to touch Don’s painful wound. “I want to be here,” she kissed his nose, “with you.” She kissed first one cheek then the other. Finally she began kissing his lips, sucking the life and breath out of his young body. Click here to read the rest of this story (55 more lines)
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