Ann Walker

@missannwalker

Gentleman Jack Ann Walker RP blog - Semi-Selective - A puffy sleeved legend.

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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.

“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.

“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?”

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.”

“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.”

“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.

“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?”

“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!?”

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.

“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.

“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?”

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.”

“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.”

“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.

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.

“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.

“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?”

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.”

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.

“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.

#ann walker #anne lister #anne and ann

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.

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.

“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.

“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?”

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.”

“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.

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.

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.

“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.

“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?”

#ann walker #anne lister #anne and ann

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.

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.

#ann walker #anne lister #anne and ann

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.

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.

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.

#missannwalker #anne and ann #ann walker #anne lister

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.

#ann walker #anne lister #anne and ann

University - @missannelister

Ann Walkers time in high school wasn’t exactly a good one, she was very bright, but she didn’t get along with a lot of her classmates, and she was frequently stressed because of her perfectionism. She was always one to get along better with people much older than herself, that definitely came into play when she met Anne Lister, she was a distant neighbor but she never really spoke to her, the only time she did was right after her high school graduation, when her parents passed away, and that visit was more for Ann’s sister Elizabeth than it was for Ann herself, though during that short amount of time, she found herself absolutely enamored by Anne Lister. Sadly, when she left that day, she didn’t seen her again, at least, not until a few years later.

Now, Ann Walker is a first-year in University, she honestly wasn’t planning on going to College, as she wanted to pursue her art for the most part, which was going very well. But after 3 years of her family pressuring her to get at least a 2 year degree, she caved.

Her family paid for her to go to a very prestigious school in London, where she majored in Business and minored in Fine Arts, as she wanted to run her own personal Art Store when she graduated, a business degree would certainly help.

Her dorm was small, but it was a single, and she liked her alone time, so she didn’t mind the size of the room as long as she didn’t have to deal with any noisy roommates.

She sat in her dorm room, watching for the clock to strike 9:45, so she’d have time to go to her first business class, at 10:00. When it did, she hopped up from her seat and left the building, getting to her bicycle and riding to the large building that was the university.

As she walked down the hall, looking at all the classroom numbers, 2-12 Mr Kinch, 2-13 Mr Washington, 2-14 Mrs Sowden, and finally, 2-15 Miss Lister. She knew she recognized the name from her high school crush, but she assumed it was just a coincidence, it had to be, right?

The blonde was still 5 minutes early, but regardless she stepped into the classroom, spotting the tall, slim figure who’s back was facing her, and as soon as she turned around to face her, Ann’s heart dropped.

“Anne?”

Ann leaned into her touch, chuckling slightly when Anne began pulling at her clothes. “Needy, are you?” She teased and grinned at the other woman.

The blondes grip around Anne’s waist tightened and she pulled her closer. Ann couldn’t keep up the teasing for much longer though, especially if the other woman continued being so persistent. “Well you’re going to do better than that if you want me to take my clothes off so early.” She said, smirking.

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A girl telling you you’ve made her wet is single handedly the sexiest hottest fuckin thing ever and you can’t tell me different

University - @missannelister

Ann Walkers time in high school wasn’t exactly a good one, she was very bright, but she didn’t get along with a lot of her classmates, and she was frequently stressed because of her perfectionism. She was always one to get along better with people much older than herself, that definitely came into play when she met Anne Lister, she was a distant neighbor but she never really spoke to her, the only time she did was right after her high school graduation, when her parents passed away, and that visit was more for Ann’s sister Elizabeth than it was for Ann herself, though during that short amount of time, she found herself absolutely enamored by Anne Lister. Sadly, when she left that day, she didn’t seen her again, at least, not until a few years later.

Now, Ann Walker is a first-year in University, she honestly wasn’t planning on going to College, as she wanted to pursue her art for the most part, which was going very well. But after 3 years of her family pressuring her to get at least a 2 year degree, she caved.

Her family paid for her to go to a very prestigious school in London, where she majored in Business and minored in Fine Arts, as she wanted to run her own personal Art Store when she graduated, a business degree would certainly help.

Her dorm was small, but it was a single, and she liked her alone time, so she didn’t mind the size of the room as long as she didn’t have to deal with any noisy roommates.

She sat in her dorm room, watching for the clock to strike 9:45, so she’d have time to go to her first business class, at 10:00. When it did, she hopped up from her seat and left the building, getting to her bicycle and riding to the large building that was the university.

As she walked down the hall, looking at all the classroom numbers, 2-12 Mr Kinch, 2-13 Mr Washington, 2-14 Mrs Sowden, and finally, 2-15 Miss Lister. She knew she recognized the name from her high school crush, but she assumed it was just a coincidence, it had to be, right?

The blonde was still 5 minutes early, but regardless she stepped into the classroom, spotting the tall, slim figure who’s back was facing her, and as soon as she turned around to face her, Ann’s heart dropped.

“Anne?”

Ann smirked and leaned into Anne’s touch, dipping her head down to kiss the other woman’s neck and jawline.

“Well that’s good.” She said with a chuckle, “I would hope you weren’t doing it for anyone else.” She then pulled Anne closer, teeth gently nipping at the skin on her neck as she kissed her.

University - @missannelister

Ann Walkers time in high school wasn’t exactly a good one, she was very bright, but she didn’t get along with a lot of her classmates, and she was frequently stressed because of her perfectionism. She was always one to get along better with people much older than herself, that definitely came into play when she met Anne Lister, she was a distant neighbor but she never really spoke to her, the only time she did was right after her high school graduation, when her parents passed away, and that visit was more for Ann’s sister Elizabeth than it was for Ann herself, though during that short amount of time, she found herself absolutely enamored by Anne Lister. Sadly, when she left that day, she didn’t seen her again, at least, not until a few years later.

Now, Ann Walker is a first-year in University, she honestly wasn’t planning on going to College, as she wanted to pursue her art for the most part, which was going very well. But after 3 years of her family pressuring her to get at least a 2 year degree, she caved.

Her family paid for her to go to a very prestigious school in London, where she majored in Business and minored in Fine Arts, as she wanted to run her own personal Art Store when she graduated, a business degree would certainly help.

Her dorm was small, but it was a single, and she liked her alone time, so she didn’t mind the size of the room as long as she didn’t have to deal with any noisy roommates.

She sat in her dorm room, watching for the clock to strike 9:45, so she’d have time to go to her first business class, at 10:00. When it did, she hopped up from her seat and left the building, getting to her bicycle and riding to the large building that was the university.

As she walked down the hall, looking at all the classroom numbers, 2-12 Mr Kinch, 2-13 Mr Washington, 2-14 Mrs Sowden, and finally, 2-15 Miss Lister. She knew she recognized the name from her high school crush, but she assumed it was just a coincidence, it had to be, right?

The blonde was still 5 minutes early, but regardless she stepped into the classroom, spotting the tall, slim figure who’s back was facing her, and as soon as she turned around to face her, Ann’s heart dropped.

“Anne?”

Ann smiled up at the other woman, “Yes, but we don’t have to worry about that now.” She said softly and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to Anne’s lips.

She wrapped an arm around her lovers waist and held her close, leaning into the kiss. Her other hand made its way into the other woman’s hair, fingers tangling in her dark locks.

“I could stay like this forever, and I really wouldn’t mind.” She said in between kisses, grinning.

Anne smiled between the kisses. “Sure you won’t grow terribly bored with me?” She teased, chasing Ann’s lips for another kiss.

Anne leaned into the embrace, feeling the toll of the day slowly settle, helped by the wine and Ann’s company. “So, do you think I have a promising career as a croquis model? If this business professor thing isn’t working out?” She teased and put her glass down as she moved to straddle Ann’s lap.

Ann grinned “I don’t think it’s possible for me to get bored of you.” She said, looking up at Anne.

She leaned back as Anne straddled her hips. “Absolutely” The blonde said with a slight chuckle, “The class enjoyed you being a model, I did even more so, I’m sure anyone would.” She smiled and leaned up to kiss Anne, her arms wrapping easily around her waist completely now with the other woman on top of her.

University - @missannelister

Ann Walkers time in high school wasn’t exactly a good one, she was very bright, but she didn’t get along with a lot of her classmates, and she was frequently stressed because of her perfectionism. She was always one to get along better with people much older than herself, that definitely came into play when she met Anne Lister, she was a distant neighbor but she never really spoke to her, the only time she did was right after her high school graduation, when her parents passed away, and that visit was more for Ann’s sister Elizabeth than it was for Ann herself, though during that short amount of time, she found herself absolutely enamored by Anne Lister. Sadly, when she left that day, she didn’t seen her again, at least, not until a few years later.

Now, Ann Walker is a first-year in University, she honestly wasn’t planning on going to College, as she wanted to pursue her art for the most part, which was going very well. But after 3 years of her family pressuring her to get at least a 2 year degree, she caved.

Her family paid for her to go to a very prestigious school in London, where she majored in Business and minored in Fine Arts, as she wanted to run her own personal Art Store when she graduated, a business degree would certainly help.

Her dorm was small, but it was a single, and she liked her alone time, so she didn’t mind the size of the room as long as she didn’t have to deal with any noisy roommates.

She sat in her dorm room, watching for the clock to strike 9:45, so she’d have time to go to her first business class, at 10:00. When it did, she hopped up from her seat and left the building, getting to her bicycle and riding to the large building that was the university.

As she walked down the hall, looking at all the classroom numbers, 2-12 Mr Kinch, 2-13 Mr Washington, 2-14 Mrs Sowden, and finally, 2-15 Miss Lister. She knew she recognized the name from her high school crush, but she assumed it was just a coincidence, it had to be, right?

The blonde was still 5 minutes early, but regardless she stepped into the classroom, spotting the tall, slim figure who’s back was facing her, and as soon as she turned around to face her, Ann’s heart dropped.

“Anne?”

Ann smiled up at the other woman, “Yes, but we don’t have to worry about that now.” She said softly and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to Anne’s lips.

She wrapped an arm around her lovers waist and held her close, leaning into the kiss. Her other hand made its way into the other woman’s hair, fingers tangling in her dark locks.

“I could stay like this forever, and I really wouldn’t mind.” She said in between kisses, grinning.

University - @missannelister

Ann Walkers time in high school wasn’t exactly a good one, she was very bright, but she didn’t get along with a lot of her classmates, and she was frequently stressed because of her perfectionism. She was always one to get along better with people much older than herself, that definitely came into play when she met Anne Lister, she was a distant neighbor but she never really spoke to her, the only time she did was right after her high school graduation, when her parents passed away, and that visit was more for Ann’s sister Elizabeth than it was for Ann herself, though during that short amount of time, she found herself absolutely enamored by Anne Lister. Sadly, when she left that day, she didn’t seen her again, at least, not until a few years later.

Now, Ann Walker is a first-year in University, she honestly wasn’t planning on going to College, as she wanted to pursue her art for the most part, which was going very well. But after 3 years of her family pressuring her to get at least a 2 year degree, she caved.

Her family paid for her to go to a very prestigious school in London, where she majored in Business and minored in Fine Arts, as she wanted to run her own personal Art Store when she graduated, a business degree would certainly help.

Her dorm was small, but it was a single, and she liked her alone time, so she didn’t mind the size of the room as long as she didn’t have to deal with any noisy roommates.

She sat in her dorm room, watching for the clock to strike 9:45, so she’d have time to go to her first business class, at 10:00. When it did, she hopped up from her seat and left the building, getting to her bicycle and riding to the large building that was the university.

As she walked down the hall, looking at all the classroom numbers, 2-12 Mr Kinch, 2-13 Mr Washington, 2-14 Mrs Sowden, and finally, 2-15 Miss Lister. She knew she recognized the name from her high school crush, but she assumed it was just a coincidence, it had to be, right?

The blonde was still 5 minutes early, but regardless she stepped into the classroom, spotting the tall, slim figure who’s back was facing her, and as soon as she turned around to face her, Ann’s heart dropped.

“Anne?”

Ann smiled at the compliment, and listened to Anne as she spoke.

“Yeah, she knew I had a crush on you... So I’m sure she already assumes things.” She said, leaning back into Anne, kissing her jawline for a moment before looking up at her.

“I honestly don’t care who has a problem with it. I know how I feel, and I don’t need anyone’s permission.”

University - @missannelister

Ann Walkers time in high school wasn’t exactly a good one, she was very bright, but she didn’t get along with a lot of her classmates, and she was frequently stressed because of her perfectionism. She was always one to get along better with people much older than herself, that definitely came into play when she met Anne Lister, she was a distant neighbor but she never really spoke to her, the only time she did was right after her high school graduation, when her parents passed away, and that visit was more for Ann’s sister Elizabeth than it was for Ann herself, though during that short amount of time, she found herself absolutely enamored by Anne Lister. Sadly, when she left that day, she didn’t seen her again, at least, not until a few years later.

Now, Ann Walker is a first-year in University, she honestly wasn’t planning on going to College, as she wanted to pursue her art for the most part, which was going very well. But after 3 years of her family pressuring her to get at least a 2 year degree, she caved.

Her family paid for her to go to a very prestigious school in London, where she majored in Business and minored in Fine Arts, as she wanted to run her own personal Art Store when she graduated, a business degree would certainly help.

Her dorm was small, but it was a single, and she liked her alone time, so she didn’t mind the size of the room as long as she didn’t have to deal with any noisy roommates.

She sat in her dorm room, watching for the clock to strike 9:45, so she’d have time to go to her first business class, at 10:00. When it did, she hopped up from her seat and left the building, getting to her bicycle and riding to the large building that was the university.

As she walked down the hall, looking at all the classroom numbers, 2-12 Mr Kinch, 2-13 Mr Washington, 2-14 Mrs Sowden, and finally, 2-15 Miss Lister. She knew she recognized the name from her high school crush, but she assumed it was just a coincidence, it had to be, right?

The blonde was still 5 minutes early, but regardless she stepped into the classroom, spotting the tall, slim figure who’s back was facing her, and as soon as she turned around to face her, Ann’s heart dropped.

“Anne?”

Ann chuckled slightly. “That girl has a huge crush on you.” She said with a slight grin. “I would be jealous if I didn’t already have you. She’s quite pretty, even though she’s only around 18.”

Ann leaned in and kissed Anne gently, smiling slightly into the kiss before pulling back. “I’d like that too.” She said “Be aware, my sister may want to strangle you for a moment, but she’ll get over it quickly. She loves you.”

University - @missannelister

Ann Walkers time in high school wasn’t exactly a good one, she was very bright, but she didn’t get along with a lot of her classmates, and she was frequently stressed because of her perfectionism. She was always one to get along better with people much older than herself, that definitely came into play when she met Anne Lister, she was a distant neighbor but she never really spoke to her, the only time she did was right after her high school graduation, when her parents passed away, and that visit was more for Ann’s sister Elizabeth than it was for Ann herself, though during that short amount of time, she found herself absolutely enamored by Anne Lister. Sadly, when she left that day, she didn’t seen her again, at least, not until a few years later.

Now, Ann Walker is a first-year in University, she honestly wasn’t planning on going to College, as she wanted to pursue her art for the most part, which was going very well. But after 3 years of her family pressuring her to get at least a 2 year degree, she caved.

Her family paid for her to go to a very prestigious school in London, where she majored in Business and minored in Fine Arts, as she wanted to run her own personal Art Store when she graduated, a business degree would certainly help.

Her dorm was small, but it was a single, and she liked her alone time, so she didn’t mind the size of the room as long as she didn’t have to deal with any noisy roommates.

She sat in her dorm room, watching for the clock to strike 9:45, so she’d have time to go to her first business class, at 10:00. When it did, she hopped up from her seat and left the building, getting to her bicycle and riding to the large building that was the university.

As she walked down the hall, looking at all the classroom numbers, 2-12 Mr Kinch, 2-13 Mr Washington, 2-14 Mrs Sowden, and finally, 2-15 Miss Lister. She knew she recognized the name from her high school crush, but she assumed it was just a coincidence, it had to be, right?

The blonde was still 5 minutes early, but regardless she stepped into the classroom, spotting the tall, slim figure who’s back was facing her, and as soon as she turned around to face her, Ann’s heart dropped.

“Anne?”

Ann looked over at the other woman and smiled softly when she came and sat with her. “I should be asking you that.” She said with a slight chuckle. “I’d break down in tears if I had to model for someone.” She added.

“But yes, I’m okay.” The blonde said then, wrapping an arm around Anne’s waist gently. “Are you?”

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