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missannwalker

An Adventure in Business - @missannelister

The new tattoo shop Ann has found herself in, does not have the perfect location. Set smack in between an antique shop for old people, and an adult toy store that she can’t look at for more than a minute without blushing.

Her new job isn’t bad, however. The shop next door does bring in a lot of canvases wishing to be tattooed, while the other side judges both her tattoo shop, and the adult store.

Ann owns the shop herself, inheriting it from her elder sister who gave up her career in tattooing to start a family. She hired a well known local artist as well, a Samuel Washington, or “Washington Arts”, to work with her in her little shop, though he only comes in to work once or twice a week. She also hired a secretary, and all around right hand, James Mackenzie.

Ann never really minded the other shops, but occasionally when the odd shopper from the adult store comes in, they can be a bit disrespectful. It’s become a habit, which one would not expect from what seems to be a pretty pristine store.

Finally, after one customer pushes her too far, she decides to head over to this store, and give the owner trouble for his customers being so rowdy.

Though as soon as she enters the building, we realizes that the owner of the shop isn’t a man at all.

missannwalker

“Yes, I adore painting, I try to incorporate what I paint into my tattoos. Which is why I enjoy watercolor style very much.” She smiles at the fact that Anne remembers her painting. “Personally I like black and grey tattoos, on my own body.” She says, pulling back one of her long sleeves to reveal a beautiful fine-line black and grey floral piece. “My sister did this for me. She’s incredible with black and grey.”

She thinks about Anne’s offer to see more of her shop for a moment. “I think I’d like that, it would probably be less embarrassing that way.” She says softly.

“I’d love to get a drink. My secretary, James will hold down the shop no problem until I get back.” She isn’t usually one for going out much, but she would really like to catch up with Anne. She’s always been very interesting.

missannelister

“Ooh…” Anne cooed as Ann showed her the tattoo. She lifted her hand, letting her fingertips hover just above the inked skin, not quite touching the other woman. “That is beautiful. Elizabeth has quite the eye for florals.” She praised with ease and straightened back up.

“Let me know when and I’ll close off the shop just for you. As long as you want,” Anne offered with ease as they took off towards the little bistro around the corner. They offered decent coffee and had a small selection of drinks too. Anne wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for. A beer never went amiss, but something about Ann Walker made her want to be 100% clearheaded.

“An artist like you, who’s never been abroad. But I do hope you’ve visited all the lovely museums London has to offer?”

missannwalker

Ann smiles when Anne looks over the large tattoo adorning her arm. “She really does, she’s always had a very particular style that I love. I’m not great at tattooing that way, I’m more for bolder lines and lots of color.”

Ann orders a latte when they get to the bistro, not really wanting to drink alcohol and risk embarrassing herself in front of Anne. She’s always been a bit of a lightweight. If the night goes well, she might order a glass of wine or two.

“Yes, I try to go to the museums as often as I can, but I haven’t experienced all of them, I’m afraid. There are also many in France that I would love to see.” She says, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I plan to expand my tattoo shop beyond just tattoos, I’d love to make it an art studio as well. I am an artist first, after all.”

missannelister

“I’ve admired your sister’s work for a long time. But never seen something I was ready to wear permanently. I have a few prints of hers at home.” Anne said and followed Ann’s lead ordering a matcha.

They pulled back awaiting their drinks. “France, especially Paris does have a lot of museums. Small hidden ones are my favourite. But London and England have a lot to offer too.”

Anne smiled with ease around Ann. The younger woman was engaging and the tone of her voice when talking about art was delicious. “Let me know if you need any help setting up your studio. I can’t draw or paint, but I know my way around a toolbox.”

missannwalker

“Yes, I’ve been hoping to travel soon, which is why I’ve hired Washington and James so that if I’m gone I do not have to worry about the shop.” She explains

“Actually, if it isn’t a bother, I have a large tattoo bed that I cannot for the life of me figure out how to assemble. I don’t need it anytime too soon, but it would be a huge help.” She says.

She takes a drink of her coffee and fidgets for a moment. She hasn’t spoken to Anne in so long, and she had a massive crush on her as a teen, and it seems the crush may be coming back.

missannelister

“I’ll pop by one of the next days and have a look at the bed,” Anne said with ease. She sipped her drink, just as her mobile went off. “Sorry,” she muttered and lifted the mobile from her pocket to check the caller ID. “I have to answer this,” she added apologetically and pulled back for a hushed conversation.

“So sorry to cut this short. I’m needed back at the shop. There’s a client who needs some specialised guidance,” she said as she leaned in closer to Ann again.

Try to her word, Anne stepped into the tattoo parlour at the end of the week. Toolbox in hand, sporting a purple bruise on her cheekbone, that she hadn’t bothered to attempt to conceal. By now the small town gossip had spread about her very loud and physical fight with Mariana Lawton at the LGBTQ+ friendly bar in York. “Hi,I’m here to fix a tattoo bed for Ann?”

missannwalker

“It’s no problem, Anne, I will see you later then!” Ann stayed at the bistro for only a few minutes after Anne left, and headed back to the shop.

Her next 3 hours were consumed by an intricate forearm tattoo of an illustrative full-color dragon. She didn’t get finished with the piece, as the client ended up tapping out from the pain and scheduling another appointment for 3 weeks out when the piece was healed.

She was just resting in her station when she heard Annes distinct voice out in the lobby talking to Washington. She nearly jumped from her seat before she headed out there. “I’ve got this, Sam.” She said, and Washington nodded and waved off to Anne before returning to his station.

“Anne! Thank you so much for coming, it’s just- Oh god what happened to you!?”

missannelister

“Hi,” Anne said, a warm smile spreading across her features as Ann stepped into her line of sight. A quick glance to Sam let her know that he had heard the rumours, even if it seemed Ann hadn’t.

“Oh, I got into a fight with an old friend. Wouldn’t take no for an answer, so she punched me,” Anne explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “It’s not as bad as it looks, but I finished doing inventory at my shop and thought I’d pop over to see you.” Anne stepped closer to Ann, stopping close by her.

missannwalker

An Adventure in Business - @missannelister

The new tattoo shop Ann has found herself in, does not have the perfect location. Set smack in between an antique shop for old people, and an adult toy store that she can’t look at for more than a minute without blushing.

Her new job isn’t bad, however. The shop next door does bring in a lot of canvases wishing to be tattooed, while the other side judges both her tattoo shop, and the adult store.

Ann owns the shop herself, inheriting it from her elder sister who gave up her career in tattooing to start a family. She hired a well known local artist as well, a Samuel Washington, or “Washington Arts”, to work with her in her little shop, though he only comes in to work once or twice a week. She also hired a secretary, and all around right hand, James Mackenzie.

Ann never really minded the other shops, but occasionally when the odd shopper from the adult store comes in, they can be a bit disrespectful. It’s become a habit, which one would not expect from what seems to be a pretty pristine store.

Finally, after one customer pushes her too far, she decides to head over to this store, and give the owner trouble for his customers being so rowdy.

Though as soon as she enters the building, we realizes that the owner of the shop isn’t a man at all.

missannwalker

“Yes, I adore painting, I try to incorporate what I paint into my tattoos. Which is why I enjoy watercolor style very much.” She smiles at the fact that Anne remembers her painting. “Personally I like black and grey tattoos, on my own body.” She says, pulling back one of her long sleeves to reveal a beautiful fine-line black and grey floral piece. “My sister did this for me. She’s incredible with black and grey.”

She thinks about Anne’s offer to see more of her shop for a moment. “I think I’d like that, it would probably be less embarrassing that way.” She says softly.

“I’d love to get a drink. My secretary, James will hold down the shop no problem until I get back.” She isn’t usually one for going out much, but she would really like to catch up with Anne. She’s always been very interesting.

missannelister

“Ooh…” Anne cooed as Ann showed her the tattoo. She lifted her hand, letting her fingertips hover just above the inked skin, not quite touching the other woman. “That is beautiful. Elizabeth has quite the eye for florals.” She praised with ease and straightened back up.

“Let me know when and I’ll close off the shop just for you. As long as you want,” Anne offered with ease as they took off towards the little bistro around the corner. They offered decent coffee and had a small selection of drinks too. Anne wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for. A beer never went amiss, but something about Ann Walker made her want to be 100% clearheaded.

“An artist like you, who’s never been abroad. But I do hope you’ve visited all the lovely museums London has to offer?”

missannwalker

Ann smiles when Anne looks over the large tattoo adorning her arm. “She really does, she’s always had a very particular style that I love. I’m not great at tattooing that way, I’m more for bolder lines and lots of color.”

Ann orders a latte when they get to the bistro, not really wanting to drink alcohol and risk embarrassing herself in front of Anne. She’s always been a bit of a lightweight. If the night goes well, she might order a glass of wine or two.

“Yes, I try to go to the museums as often as I can, but I haven’t experienced all of them, I’m afraid. There are also many in France that I would love to see.” She says, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I plan to expand my tattoo shop beyond just tattoos, I’d love to make it an art studio as well. I am an artist first, after all.”

missannelister

“I’ve admired your sister’s work for a long time. But never seen something I was ready to wear permanently. I have a few prints of hers at home.” Anne said and followed Ann’s lead ordering a matcha.

They pulled back awaiting their drinks. “France, especially Paris does have a lot of museums. Small hidden ones are my favourite. But London and England have a lot to offer too.”

Anne smiled with ease around Ann. The younger woman was engaging and the tone of her voice when talking about art was delicious. “Let me know if you need any help setting up your studio. I can’t draw or paint, but I know my way around a toolbox.”

missannwalker

“Yes, I’ve been hoping to travel soon, which is why I’ve hired Washington and James so that if I’m gone I do not have to worry about the shop.” She explains

“Actually, if it isn’t a bother, I have a large tattoo bed that I cannot for the life of me figure out how to assemble. I don’t need it anytime too soon, but it would be a huge help.” She says.

She takes a drink of her coffee and fidgets for a moment. She hasn’t spoken to Anne in so long, and she had a massive crush on her as a teen, and it seems the crush may be coming back.

missannelister

“I’ll pop by one of the next days and have a look at the bed,” Anne said with ease. She sipped her drink, just as her mobile went off. “Sorry,” she muttered and lifted the mobile from her pocket to check the caller ID. “I have to answer this,” she added apologetically and pulled back for a hushed conversation.

“So sorry to cut this short. I’m needed back at the shop. There’s a client who needs some specialised guidance,” she said as she leaned in closer to Ann again.

Try to her word, Anne stepped into the tattoo parlour at the end of the week. Toolbox in hand, sporting a purple bruise on her cheekbone, that she hadn’t bothered to attempt to conceal. By now the small town gossip had spread about her very loud and physical fight with Mariana Lawton at the LGBTQ+ friendly bar in York. “Hi,I’m here to fix a tattoo bed for Ann?”

missannwalker

An Adventure in Business - @missannelister

The new tattoo shop Ann has found herself in, does not have the perfect location. Set smack in between an antique shop for old people, and an adult toy store that she can’t look at for more than a minute without blushing.

Her new job isn’t bad, however. The shop next door does bring in a lot of canvases wishing to be tattooed, while the other side judges both her tattoo shop, and the adult store.

Ann owns the shop herself, inheriting it from her elder sister who gave up her career in tattooing to start a family. She hired a well known local artist as well, a Samuel Washington, or “Washington Arts”, to work with her in her little shop, though he only comes in to work once or twice a week. She also hired a secretary, and all around right hand, James Mackenzie.

Ann never really minded the other shops, but occasionally when the odd shopper from the adult store comes in, they can be a bit disrespectful. It’s become a habit, which one would not expect from what seems to be a pretty pristine store.

Finally, after one customer pushes her too far, she decides to head over to this store, and give the owner trouble for his customers being so rowdy.

Though as soon as she enters the building, we realizes that the owner of the shop isn’t a man at all.

missannwalker

“Yes, I adore painting, I try to incorporate what I paint into my tattoos. Which is why I enjoy watercolor style very much.” She smiles at the fact that Anne remembers her painting. “Personally I like black and grey tattoos, on my own body.” She says, pulling back one of her long sleeves to reveal a beautiful fine-line black and grey floral piece. “My sister did this for me. She’s incredible with black and grey.”

She thinks about Anne’s offer to see more of her shop for a moment. “I think I’d like that, it would probably be less embarrassing that way.” She says softly.

“I’d love to get a drink. My secretary, James will hold down the shop no problem until I get back.” She isn’t usually one for going out much, but she would really like to catch up with Anne. She’s always been very interesting.

missannelister

“Ooh…” Anne cooed as Ann showed her the tattoo. She lifted her hand, letting her fingertips hover just above the inked skin, not quite touching the other woman. “That is beautiful. Elizabeth has quite the eye for florals.” She praised with ease and straightened back up.

“Let me know when and I’ll close off the shop just for you. As long as you want,” Anne offered with ease as they took off towards the little bistro around the corner. They offered decent coffee and had a small selection of drinks too. Anne wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for. A beer never went amiss, but something about Ann Walker made her want to be 100% clearheaded.

“An artist like you, who’s never been abroad. But I do hope you’ve visited all the lovely museums London has to offer?”

missannwalker

Ann smiles when Anne looks over the large tattoo adorning her arm. “She really does, she’s always had a very particular style that I love. I’m not great at tattooing that way, I’m more for bolder lines and lots of color.”

Ann orders a latte when they get to the bistro, not really wanting to drink alcohol and risk embarrassing herself in front of Anne. She’s always been a bit of a lightweight. If the night goes well, she might order a glass of wine or two.

“Yes, I try to go to the museums as often as I can, but I haven’t experienced all of them, I’m afraid. There are also many in France that I would love to see.” She says, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I plan to expand my tattoo shop beyond just tattoos, I’d love to make it an art studio as well. I am an artist first, after all.”

missannelister

“I’ve admired your sister’s work for a long time. But never seen something I was ready to wear permanently. I have a few prints of hers at home.” Anne said and followed Ann’s lead ordering a matcha.

They pulled back awaiting their drinks. “France, especially Paris does have a lot of museums. Small hidden ones are my favourite. But London and England have a lot to offer too.”

Anne smiled with ease around Ann. The younger woman was engaging and the tone of her voice when talking about art was delicious. “Let me know if you need any help setting up your studio. I can’t draw or paint, but I know my way around a toolbox.”

missannwalker

An Adventure in Business - @missannelister

The new tattoo shop Ann has found herself in, does not have the perfect location. Set smack in between an antique shop for old people, and an adult toy store that she can’t look at for more than a minute without blushing.

Her new job isn’t bad, however. The shop next door does bring in a lot of canvases wishing to be tattooed, while the other side judges both her tattoo shop, and the adult store.

Ann owns the shop herself, inheriting it from her elder sister who gave up her career in tattooing to start a family. She hired a well known local artist as well, a Samuel Washington, or “Washington Arts”, to work with her in her little shop, though he only comes in to work once or twice a week. She also hired a secretary, and all around right hand, James Mackenzie.

Ann never really minded the other shops, but occasionally when the odd shopper from the adult store comes in, they can be a bit disrespectful. It’s become a habit, which one would not expect from what seems to be a pretty pristine store.

Finally, after one customer pushes her too far, she decides to head over to this store, and give the owner trouble for his customers being so rowdy.

Though as soon as she enters the building, we realizes that the owner of the shop isn’t a man at all.

missannwalker

“Yes, I adore painting, I try to incorporate what I paint into my tattoos. Which is why I enjoy watercolor style very much.” She smiles at the fact that Anne remembers her painting. “Personally I like black and grey tattoos, on my own body.” She says, pulling back one of her long sleeves to reveal a beautiful fine-line black and grey floral piece. “My sister did this for me. She’s incredible with black and grey.”

She thinks about Anne’s offer to see more of her shop for a moment. “I think I’d like that, it would probably be less embarrassing that way.” She says softly.

“I’d love to get a drink. My secretary, James will hold down the shop no problem until I get back.” She isn’t usually one for going out much, but she would really like to catch up with Anne. She’s always been very interesting.

missannelister

“Ooh…” Anne cooed as Ann showed her the tattoo. She lifted her hand, letting her fingertips hover just above the inked skin, not quite touching the other woman. “That is beautiful. Elizabeth has quite the eye for florals.” She praised with ease and straightened back up.

“Let me know when and I’ll close off the shop just for you. As long as you want,” Anne offered with ease as they took off towards the little bistro around the corner. They offered decent coffee and had a small selection of drinks too. Anne wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for. A beer never went amiss, but something about Ann Walker made her want to be 100% clearheaded.

“An artist like you, who’s never been abroad. But I do hope you’ve visited all the lovely museums London has to offer?”

missannwalker

An Adventure in Business - @missannelister

The new tattoo shop Ann has found herself in, does not have the perfect location. Set smack in between an antique shop for old people, and an adult toy store that she can’t look at for more than a minute without blushing.

Her new job isn’t bad, however. The shop next door does bring in a lot of canvases wishing to be tattooed, while the other side judges both her tattoo shop, and the adult store.

Ann owns the shop herself, inheriting it from her elder sister who gave up her career in tattooing to start a family. She hired a well known local artist as well, a Samuel Washington, or “Washington Arts”, to work with her in her little shop, though he only comes in to work once or twice a week. She also hired a secretary, and all around right hand, James Mackenzie.

Ann never really minded the other shops, but occasionally when the odd shopper from the adult store comes in, they can be a bit disrespectful. It’s become a habit, which one would not expect from what seems to be a pretty pristine store.

Finally, after one customer pushes her too far, she decides to head over to this store, and give the owner trouble for his customers being so rowdy.

Though as soon as she enters the building, we realizes that the owner of the shop isn’t a man at all.

missannwalker

Ann’s eyes widen upon hearing the name. “Oh, Miss Lister! My apologies, I hardly recognized you! It’s been years since I’ve seen you!”

Her face flushes even more out of sheer embarrassment. She seriously just raised her voice to Anne fucking Lister. A long time, well-respected family friend.

“I didn’t know you owned this store, Anne. I wouldn’t have been so crass had I known.” She says, her eyes glued to the floor to avoid both scrutiny from Anne, as well as having to look at any of the toys on the wall.

missannelister

“Oh, no no, crass words are accepted when protecting ones business.” Anne said quickly. She took a measured step closer and pocketed her hands. Mariana had once said it made her look less intimidating.

“It has been a long while, hasn’t it? You were barely twenty, as far as I recall.” Another smile as Anne bit down on her lower lip. “Would you be more comfortable if we chatted outside? I know this can all be a bit much, though you do get used to it. What have you been up to, miss Walker?” Anne asked curiously.

missannwalker

“It really has been that long…” Ann nods, “Yes I think that may be easier… sorry I’m just not used to… all this.” She gestures with her hands.

As they step outside, she looks back to Anne, able to take in her features more now that she’s not focused on keeping herself from blushing.

“Nothing too special, just trying to get the tattoo shop up and running the best it can be. My art is drawing newcomers in, as my style is much different than Elizabeth’s, and my partner, Mr. Washington, has been very popular in the tattoo community, which helps us out a lot.” She says.

Her tattoo style is very artsy, hand designed, often watercolor or illustrative style, as opposed to her sisters more old fashioned black and grey realism style.

“What have you been up to? Besides running a lewd shop?”

missannelister

Anne listened to her curiously, sidestepping just enough to shield them from the sun. “I’ve met Washington a few times. He’s yet to lure me into getting a tattoo. But I’d be interesting in seeing your designs.”

At the topic of herself, Anne took a moment to think. “I’ve been travelling whenever the shop allows it. Studying as many things as possible. But my aunt is getting older and I think it best to stay close by now. Who knows, maybe I’ll even settle down.” She grinned and shook her head. Her relationship history had been varied and vast. But for the last year she had been single, only occasionally hooking up for one night stands, but it wasn’t really her style. Anne had always wanted a wife and home.

“My lewd shop is a passion of mine. It started as a joke but with the website it’s grown a lot. And with skilled staff to consult the customers popularity spreads by reputation. It’s not all the big scary toys.”

missannwalker

“His work is very bold.” Ann says, “He likes to show off his skills, which I respect, but that isn’t for everyone. My designs are all hand drawn, and I try to use my creative skills as an artist to make good tattoos.” She explains. “You can come in the shop and look at my portfolio anytime, Anne. It’d be a pleasure.”

Anne? Settling down? That’s much different than the stories shes heard about the woman. Most women call her a player. Maybe they’re just jealous, she thinks. “That sounds nice, I’ve always wanted to travel.” She admits, “I’ve never been abroad.”

“It’s a… very interesting store. I’ve never really been in one, before today.” She laughs nervously. “I’ve noticed it’s very popular, much more so than my shop, or the antique store next to it.” She jokes.

missannelister

“Quite bold. Might have suited a younger me, but nothing I’d mark my body with permanently now. Am I right in remembering that you were painting when you were younger? Must help with the creativity.” Anne smiled with ease. “I’d love to see your portfolio. I’d I’d be honoured to give you a private tour of my shop, no pressure, just to make it a little less daunting.”

Anne chuckled at the comment of the customer flow. “With the right sort of advertising I think we could attract the same group of customers for all three shops,” she teased. “Though, I don’t think the antique store would appreciate my opening hours.”

Anne checked her watch, they store usually wasn’t busy by now and Eugenie could manage. “Would you like to grab a drink?”

missannwalker

An Adventure in Business - @missannelister

The new tattoo shop Ann has found herself in, does not have the perfect location. Set smack in between an antique shop for old people, and an adult toy store that she can’t look at for more than a minute without blushing.

Her new job isn’t bad, however. The shop next door does bring in a lot of canvases wishing to be tattooed, while the other side judges both her tattoo shop, and the adult store.

Ann owns the shop herself, inheriting it from her elder sister who gave up her career in tattooing to start a family. She hired a well known local artist as well, a Samuel Washington, or “Washington Arts”, to work with her in her little shop, though he only comes in to work once or twice a week. She also hired a secretary, and all around right hand, James Mackenzie.

Ann never really minded the other shops, but occasionally when the odd shopper from the adult store comes in, they can be a bit disrespectful. It’s become a habit, which one would not expect from what seems to be a pretty pristine store.

Finally, after one customer pushes her too far, she decides to head over to this store, and give the owner trouble for his customers being so rowdy.

Though as soon as she enters the building, we realizes that the owner of the shop isn’t a man at all.

missannwalker

Ann’s eyes widen upon hearing the name. “Oh, Miss Lister! My apologies, I hardly recognized you! It’s been years since I’ve seen you!”

Her face flushes even more out of sheer embarrassment. She seriously just raised her voice to Anne fucking Lister. A long time, well-respected family friend.

“I didn’t know you owned this store, Anne. I wouldn’t have been so crass had I known.” She says, her eyes glued to the floor to avoid both scrutiny from Anne, as well as having to look at any of the toys on the wall.

missannelister

“Oh, no no, crass words are accepted when protecting ones business.” Anne said quickly. She took a measured step closer and pocketed her hands. Mariana had once said it made her look less intimidating.

“It has been a long while, hasn’t it? You were barely twenty, as far as I recall.” Another smile as Anne bit down on her lower lip. “Would you be more comfortable if we chatted outside? I know this can all be a bit much, though you do get used to it. What have you been up to, miss Walker?” Anne asked curiously.

missannwalker

“It really has been that long…” Ann nods, “Yes I think that may be easier… sorry I’m just not used to… all this.” She gestures with her hands.

As they step outside, she looks back to Anne, able to take in her features more now that she’s not focused on keeping herself from blushing.

“Nothing too special, just trying to get the tattoo shop up and running the best it can be. My art is drawing newcomers in, as my style is much different than Elizabeth’s, and my partner, Mr. Washington, has been very popular in the tattoo community, which helps us out a lot.” She says.

Her tattoo style is very artsy, hand designed, often watercolor or illustrative style, as opposed to her sisters more old fashioned black and grey realism style.

“What have you been up to? Besides running a lewd shop?”

missannelister

Anne listened to her curiously, sidestepping just enough to shield them from the sun. “I’ve met Washington a few times. He’s yet to lure me into getting a tattoo. But I’d be interesting in seeing your designs.”

At the topic of herself, Anne took a moment to think. “I’ve been travelling whenever the shop allows it. Studying as many things as possible. But my aunt is getting older and I think it best to stay close by now. Who knows, maybe I’ll even settle down.” She grinned and shook her head. Her relationship history had been varied and vast. But for the last year she had been single, only occasionally hooking up for one night stands, but it wasn’t really her style. Anne had always wanted a wife and home.

“My lewd shop is a passion of mine. It started as a joke but with the website it’s grown a lot. And with skilled staff to consult the customers popularity spreads by reputation. It’s not all the big scary toys.”

missannwalker

An Adventure in Business - @missannelister

The new tattoo shop Ann has found herself in, does not have the perfect location. Set smack in between an antique shop for old people, and an adult toy store that she can’t look at for more than a minute without blushing.

Her new job isn’t bad, however. The shop next door does bring in a lot of canvases wishing to be tattooed, while the other side judges both her tattoo shop, and the adult store.

Ann owns the shop herself, inheriting it from her elder sister who gave up her career in tattooing to start a family. She hired a well known local artist as well, a Samuel Washington, or “Washington Arts”, to work with her in her little shop, though he only comes in to work once or twice a week. She also hired a secretary, and all around right hand, James Mackenzie.

Ann never really minded the other shops, but occasionally when the odd shopper from the adult store comes in, they can be a bit disrespectful. It’s become a habit, which one would not expect from what seems to be a pretty pristine store.

Finally, after one customer pushes her too far, she decides to head over to this store, and give the owner trouble for his customers being so rowdy.

Though as soon as she enters the building, we realizes that the owner of the shop isn’t a man at all.

missannwalker

Ann’s eyes widen upon hearing the name. “Oh, Miss Lister! My apologies, I hardly recognized you! It’s been years since I’ve seen you!”

Her face flushes even more out of sheer embarrassment. She seriously just raised her voice to Anne fucking Lister. A long time, well-respected family friend.

“I didn’t know you owned this store, Anne. I wouldn’t have been so crass had I known.” She says, her eyes glued to the floor to avoid both scrutiny from Anne, as well as having to look at any of the toys on the wall.

missannelister

“Oh, no no, crass words are accepted when protecting ones business.” Anne said quickly. She took a measured step closer and pocketed her hands. Mariana had once said it made her look less intimidating.

“It has been a long while, hasn’t it? You were barely twenty, as far as I recall.” Another smile as Anne bit down on her lower lip. “Would you be more comfortable if we chatted outside? I know this can all be a bit much, though you do get used to it. What have you been up to, miss Walker?” Anne asked curiously.

missannwalker

An Adventure in Business - @missannelister

The new tattoo shop Ann has found herself in, does not have the perfect location. Set smack in between an antique shop for old people, and an adult toy store that she can’t look at for more than a minute without blushing.

Her new job isn’t bad, however. The shop next door does bring in a lot of canvases wishing to be tattooed, while the other side judges both her tattoo shop, and the adult store.

Ann owns the shop herself, inheriting it from her elder sister who gave up her career in tattooing to start a family. She hired a well known local artist as well, a Samuel Washington, or “Washington Arts”, to work with her in her little shop, though he only comes in to work once or twice a week. She also hired a secretary, and all around right hand, James Mackenzie.

Ann never really minded the other shops, but occasionally when the odd shopper from the adult store comes in, they can be a bit disrespectful. It’s become a habit, which one would not expect from what seems to be a pretty pristine store.

Finally, after one customer pushes her too far, she decides to head over to this store, and give the owner trouble for his customers being so rowdy.

Though as soon as she enters the building, we realizes that the owner of the shop isn’t a man at all.

missannelister

Over the last few months Anne had been more absent than present in her “Little Shop of Horrors” as the local women often called her adult toy store. Anne only shook her head at the nickname, as she knew just how many of those women her finds had helped to a better sexual understanding and health.

Anne had been away for studying abroad. Pushing forty there was still much to learn and Anne craved the knowledge. Now, however, she was going to tend to the store for a while.

Updates from Eugiene had been positive, no sign of trouble. Anne had been excited to learn of the change of ownership in the next door tattoo parlour - perhaps now she’d be comfortable enough to let someone mark her skin permanently?

Quite taken aback by the fierce entrance Anne stopped in her tracks, turning towards the other woman. “Hello. Yes, I’m the owner. How may I help you?” She said and placed the oversized tentacle toy back on the shelf.

God she was stunning. Anne offered her her most charming smiled hoping to ease the situation quickly.

missannwalker

Though Ann was pissed off about the customers, and her storming into the shop distracted her, she just now has a second to look around, and blushes when she sees everything adorning the walls.

Alas, she turns her attention back to the owner, whom she… somehow, can recognize. She’s not sure how, but she has a strong feeling she’s met this woman before.

She’s gorgeous, strong features, black clothes, a charismatic smile. Shit, this is going to be hard.

“Your store is bringing unruly customers into my shop, and they are disturbing the peace of myself and my other artist. I’m sorry for such an intrusion, but I ask that you get your customers under control, miss…?” She says as firmly as she can, as flustered as she is, it’s not easy. She fumbles over some words.

missannelister

“Lister, Anne Lister,” Anne supplies with ease. “And I’m sorry there’s been overflow of rowdiness your way. I’ve not been made aware of this until now, but I will endeavour to correct it.”

Anne’s eyes swept over the younger woman. “Miss Walker, if I’m not mistaken?” She asked, once again offering her a wide smile. The blushing wasn’t uncommon. The big showpieces were a bit much, Anne would agree, but they brought in customers who only went in for curiosity and left with bags full of pleasure.

Elizabeth’s little sister sure had grown into quite the woman. Perhaps time spent home needn’t be as consumed with work as Anne had expected. Perhaps a little fun might be had with the new neighbours.

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An Adventure in Business - @missannelister

The new tattoo shop Ann has found herself in, does not have the perfect location. Set smack in between an antique shop for old people, and an adult toy store that she can’t look at for more than a minute without blushing.

Her new job isn’t bad, however. The shop next door does bring in a lot of canvases wishing to be tattooed, while the other side judges both her tattoo shop, and the adult store.

Ann owns the shop herself, inheriting it from her elder sister who gave up her career in tattooing to start a family. She hired a well known local artist as well, a Samuel Washington, or “Washington Arts”, to work with her in her little shop, though he only comes in to work once or twice a week. She also hired a secretary, and all around right hand, James Mackenzie.

Ann never really minded the other shops, but occasionally when the odd shopper from the adult store comes in, they can be a bit disrespectful. It’s become a habit, which one would not expect from what seems to be a pretty pristine store.

Finally, after one customer pushes her too far, she decides to head over to this store, and give the owner trouble for his customers being so rowdy.

Though as soon as she enters the building, we realizes that the owner of the shop isn’t a man at all.

missannelister

Over the last few months Anne had been more absent than present in her “Little Shop of Horrors” as the local women often called her adult toy store. Anne only shook her head at the nickname, as she knew just how many of those women her finds had helped to a better sexual understanding and health.

Anne had been away for studying abroad. Pushing forty there was still much to learn and Anne craved the knowledge. Now, however, she was going to tend to the store for a while.

Updates from Eugiene had been positive, no sign of trouble. Anne had been excited to learn of the change of ownership in the next door tattoo parlour - perhaps now she’d be comfortable enough to let someone mark her skin permanently?

Quite taken aback by the fierce entrance Anne stopped in her tracks, turning towards the other woman. “Hello. Yes, I’m the owner. How may I help you?” She said and placed the oversized tentacle toy back on the shelf.

God she was stunning. Anne offered her her most charming smiled hoping to ease the situation quickly.

#missannwalker #anne and ann

missannelister

Anne unlocked the doors to the new offices with ease. It was the first time she was here alone, but far from the first time visiting the building.

Lister Inc. was expanding and it was time to re-establish an office in Halifax where the company has started years ago. Anne was more than happy to be back near home, though she loved to travel, being home always provided a boost of energy.

The new office building was a run down warehouse, the only building left from a mill that no longer existed. Builders had worked hard for months to turn the space into offices and conference rooms, complete with wiring and getting ready for WiFi. But it was still bare. Raw wood and exposed wires.

It still smelled like sawdust and machine oil, Anne thought as she walked down the hallway, heels noisy against the unfinished floor. It was time to bring in an interior designer to help bring it all together; a modern office space in an old building for an old company. Anne had been visiting their sister-company in New York and had let her sister in charge of finding an interior designer that fit her criteria; local, efficient and good at preserving the building’s history. Anne knew they could take other routes, but she had grown up in the historic Shibden Hall and had always loved the touch of history.

She stopped in what was to become her office. It outlooked the old mill pond, which was now home to a few ducks. Anne checked her watch, curious to see Ann Walker again. She hasn’t seen her for years and had been pleasantly surprised when she had learned that Ann was hired as their interior designer.

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Ann got into her car and started it, after leaving her briefcase in the passenger seat. She felt a mixture of anxiety, nervousness and satisfaction, a mixture of sensations difficult to explain, like when a girl prepares to open a Christmas gift.

Before leaving definitively, she again checked that everything she needed this in her briefcase, she was always very attentive and tidy with her work, but that morning was different. Suddenly her cell phone rings to remind her of the date, her expression becomes a little restless, however, she gives a smile and finally sets out on a journey.

She hadn’t seen Anne Lister since before she started college, and for some reason that made her very excited. She felt something upset her stomach and did not know very well why. She knew it was not the type of job, she already had in her experience more complex and demanding jobs, even outside Halifax, even outside the UK. She knew that the rest of her personal affairs were relatively where they had always been, so what happened to her? And yet, that feeling of nervousness, while annoying, at heart I found it fascinating. She continued the march of her short 5 km journey, amid mixed thoughts.

She arrived at her destination and got out of her car after parking. She watched the place from outside. It was a very spacious old warehouse, with an innate industrial touch that I would surely suggest reusing. She took her camera and photographed the facade to begin with her record. After a couple of photos, she picked up her briefcase and set out to enter. Her lips marked a slight smile, impossible to conceal at this point. Shyness, the dominant characteristic of her person, was never a considerable problem in her profession. Although socially, she would have to recognize that her forms did not favour her to establish relationships. And by the way, she hardly ever felt like venturing into social relations. But this time there was something different, this time she felt the need to want to see Anne Lister, because, although she had treated her little, something about her was impressive and magnetic. At this point, Ann didn’t know that what she was feeling was more than just an interest.

She met the front door, and after a brief hesitation, she turned the door and entered.

missannelister

The sound of the front door opening vibrated through the building and Anne walked out to meet her guest.

“Hello Miss Walker,” she greeted her with a bright smile and stretched her hand out in greeting. “I know it’s plywood, exposed metal beams and rivets now, but I trust you to come up with ideas to turn this into something special.”

Anne stepped back and gestures their surroundings. “Nothing like a fresh start. It’ll be good to be back in Halifax too.”

Anne unlocked the doors to the new offices with ease. It was the first time she was here alone, but far from the first time visiting the building.

Lister Inc. was expanding and it was time to re-establish an office in Halifax where the company has started years ago. Anne was more than happy to be back near home, though she loved to travel, being home always provided a boost of energy.

The new office building was a run down warehouse, the only building left from a mill that no longer existed. Builders had worked hard for months to turn the space into offices and conference rooms, complete with wiring and getting ready for WiFi. But it was still bare. Raw wood and exposed wires.

It still smelled like sawdust and machine oil, Anne thought as she walked down the hallway, heels noisy against the unfinished floor. It was time to bring in an interior designer to help bring it all together; a modern office space in an old building for an old company. Anne had been visiting their sister-company in New York and had let her sister in charge of finding an interior designer that fit her criteria; local, efficient and good at preserving the building’s history. Anne knew they could take other routes, but she had grown up in the historic Shibden Hall and had always loved the touch of history.

She stopped in what was to become her office. It outlooked the old mill pond, which was now home to a few ducks. Anne checked her watch, curious to see Ann Walker again. She hasn’t seen her for years and had been pleasantly surprised when she had learned that Ann was hired as their interior designer.

@ann-walker-rp