“you’d be so lucky to even get this.” he said and pointed at himself. but jeremy wasn’t even thinking about that with jack, they’d been pretty good friends for years it seemed, whilst it started out as a client and tattooist at first, the two of them were seeing a lot more of each other even outside of the shop. after all, it didn’t hurt anyone to have friends did it? jeremy laughed as jack repeated what he said and how he got these damn stockings in the first place. “i mean, it’s kind of interesting. i mean, you got this person calling you all this degrading shit and it just amps you up and puts a fire under your ass to show you aren’t. but i can at least say it ain’t rubbin’ my feet together in fuckin’ socks.” he threw in for a tease, because god, he couldn’t even fucking imagine getting paid just to rub your feet together and wearing frilly socks. “if you call me a sissy you better follow up with a killer blow job or a right shag, otherwise i’ll be provoked to just clock you in the mouth.” he added and shrugged a shoulder with a grin on his face nonetheless. “how do you expect me to put on these stockings when you’re literally putting ink in my thigh right now? i gotta keep it covered and protected, i can’t be fuckin’ with this masterpiece before the ink even settles.”
“i dunno if i could deal with that y’know,” jack mused, “like, i thnk i’d rather be the one doing the degrading but that could be because underneath all this, i’m a big sensitive baby and you could really hurt my feelings.” he teased, though it wasn’t too far from the truth. despite being somewhat of a narcissist with his appearance, it came from a place of insecurity and that desire to be deemed as attractive. “yeah, you say that but i’m getting fifty quid just for showing someone my feet in socks. i mean, that’s easy and i don’t have to shag an old bird either.” he tilted his head back with a laugh before sighing, a smirk plastered on his face, “might have to put that one to the test and see what happens then, hm?” jack wouldn’t dare now, however, but it was definitely going to be something he remembered for later on. “nah, i mean like just pull ‘em up far enough over your knees so i get the gist,” jack chuckled, “we’re almost there now anyway. got few more bits to shade and you’re done for another few weeks.” the man then said, dipping into the ink for one last time of the session, carefully shading in what was needed before sitting back and wiping down the masterpiece. “man, it looks fucking sick. let me grab some photos.” jack drew out his phone to take some good, angled photos before reaching for the vaseline to lightly rub over the tattoo prior to the clingfilm wrap to keep the ink protected. “right, as much as i’ve loved sitting here with you in your underwear, you can put your sweats back on.”
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