Working in the tattoo shop has been a lot of fun for me. I've got to meet some famous people, and work on them. None of them affected me more than The Undertaker. You never realize just how big he is, until he is standing in front of you, and all you see is his stomach and chest. He had come in for his fifth tattoo from me, when things between us changed.

"Hey, Taker. How have you been?" "Can't complain." "What can I do for you this time?" He laid a piece of paper on the counter. On it was a drawing of his symbol, with a thorny vine wrapped around it. "I want this on my chest." "Same size?" "Yeah." "Alright. I'll be right back." I went to the back to make the transfer from his drawing. When I came back, he had already taken off his shirt. No matter how many times I've worked on him, I never get over how sexy he is.

"Ok. Follow me." I lead him back to an empty room, and closed the door behind us. He threw his shirt down in the extra chair, and sat in the one where I'd be working on him. "Show me where." He pointed to the upper portion of his left pec. I cleaned up the area, and applied the transfer, before setting up the ink, and putting a new needle in the gun. I sat down on the stool, and dipped the needle in the ink, then started on the outline.

After awhile, Taker said, "you seem a bit jittery, tonight." "Nah, I just can't get comfortable. I don't like working sideways." "Climb on my lap. You can work straight forward that way." I look him in the eyes. "You're kidding, right?" He laughed. "I don't bite." I stood from the stool, and straddled his legs, but didn't sit in his lap. As I dipped the needle in the ink again, he grabbed my hips, and pulled me down. When I looked at him, he said, "you'll be more comfortable if you sit."

I went back to work, this time filling the symbol in. Once I was finished with the symbol, I wiped off the needle, so I could switch to green for the vine. As I dipped the needle in the ink, Taker leaned forward, and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes, as his mouth opened, and his tongue slid across my skin. "Taker, you have to stop." "Why?" "Because I have to finish your tat." He sat back, and let me color in the vine. Once I was finished, I put Neosporin on the tat, as I told him, "you're all done."

Within two seconds, I was wrapped in his arms, and his lips came crashing into mine. His hands went under my shirt and cupped my breasts, as his lips went down my throat. He paused for a moment, so he could take my shirt off. His lips closed around one nipple, then the other, and flicked the tight bud with his tongue. He grabbed my hips, and pulled me closer, until I felt his hard member pressing against me through our clothes. "Taker?" "Yes, Dom?" "I've never..." He stopped, and looked me in the eyes. "You're shitting me." "No." His eyes were heavy with need, and dark with desire, as he said, "are you waiting for something?" "Maybe I was waiting for you," I said as I laid his hands on my tits. "Don't pull that sentimental shit on me, Jade." I chuckle. "What do you want me to say, then? 'Fuck me, Mark'?" He growled. "That's more like my Dom."

He slapped my ass, and said, "take these off." I got off his lap, and did as he said, while he unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down. Having seen a few pornos in my day, I knew what to do with his length. I leaned over him, and slid the head past my lips. He tangled his fingers in my hair, and leaned his head back. He didn't let me do it for very long. "I want you back on my lap." I obliged. He positioned himself for entry. "Dom, this is gonna hurt." He kissed me hard and deep, as he pushed me down his length. I cried out, as the pain came. Once the pain subsided, I slowly moved. I had to stop, though, because it felt like he was splitting me in two. He finally broke the kiss, and said, "it's not going to get any better, until you move." He grabbed my hips, and guided them in a slow rocking motion. He nibbled and sucked on my neck, as we moved faster together. A numbness started at my center, and tingled throughout my body. "Oh, Taker..." He growled, and grabbed a handful of my hair. Our moans mingled in a kiss as we reached our peak together.

I leaned my forehead against his. "Is it always like that?" "Except the pain, yes." "I may become a nympho because of you," I laughed.

There was a knock on the door. "I'm busy!" "Hey, Dom, when you're done with Taker, you have someone else waiting for you." "Ok, I'm almost done." Taker cussed. "What?" "I wanted to do you again." "I have to work, and you have to go home to your wife." We shared a quick kiss. "Maybe some other time," he said.

by Aerosmith

"Hey, Scoot, I'm going on my break." "Alright, Dom." I led Sean back to the break room. He set the food on the table, and sat down. "I'm not going to like this, am I," he said. "Probably not. As you saw, Taker was in here for another tat. While I was working on him, he started kissing my neck. When I finished, he did it again. One thing lead to another, and..." "You fucked him." "I am so sorry, Sean. I didn't mean for it to happen. If you want to break up, I'll understand." He stood, and walked over to where I stood. I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I looked down at my feet. He placed his finger under my chin, and tilted my head back until I was looking up at him. He gently kissed my lips.

"Was that a kiss goodbye?" Sean just smiled at me. "I know I fucked up, but I don't want to lose you. Please, let me know what's going on up here," I say as I run my fingers through his hair. "No, it wasn't a goodbye kiss. That was a 'thank you for being human' kiss." "What?" "All day, I've been trying to figure out how to tell you that I slept with Dawn last night. I guess we both just had a moment of weakness. If you can forgive me, I can forgive you." What he said slowly sunk in, as did the realization that it was the same thing I did. I nodded my head, and leaned my head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and held me for a moment. He kissed the top of my head, and said, "sit, and eat, before it gets cold." I sat down, and took the take-out box out of the bag.

"What time will you get out of here?" "Not until 12:30 or 1. Why?" He looked at his watch. "It's 9 now. Why don't I meet you back here at 12:30, and we can race back to your place?" I laughed. "Ok, but get ready to lose. My bike can outrun your Cruiser." He kissed me, and said, "we'll see." Then, he left.

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Around 10, Taker returned. "What are you doing back," I asked. "I came to make sure you were ok." "I'm fine." "Did you tell him?" "Let's talk about this a little more privately." I lead him back to the room where I worked on him. After closing the door, I said, "yes, I told him." "Well?" "He forgave me, because he screwed Dawn."

He walked over to the counter, where the ink and tattoo gun sat. He looked down at all of it. "He didn't get upset?" "No. It really shocked me. He was cool about it." "Something doesn't sound right. He's not that good at keeping his cool." He picked up the "gun". "Not to mention, he doesn't like even talking to Dawn." "Well, I guess something changed. Why would he lie to me? I told him the truth." "I don't know, Dom."

He walked behind me, and stood there, as I sat on the stool. He brushed the hair off of my neck. "Would you let me give you a tat?" "What?" "You heard me. I want to give you a tat." "Of what?" "Some initials." "Your's?" "Yes, and no. A-B-M-C." "Where?" "On the back of your neck." I looked up at him. "You're serious, aren't you?" "Yes. Will you?" I pulled my hair up to the top of my head. "Go ahead." "Is this the same needle you used on me?" "Yeah." He dipped the needle into the small pool of black ink. He laid his free hand on my shoulder, as he started the A.

I felt a mixture of tickling and pain, as he went through the letters. When he felt my shoulders tense, he stopped, and massaged them. He had a lover's touch, with an almost professional hand. "Are you ok," he asked after finishing the B. "I'm fine." "I'm getting tired of standing. Get in the chair." I sat in the chair backwards, and he sat behind me. Just the feel of his legs behind mine, and his length pressing against my ass, sent shivers up and down my spine.

It took him almost no time at all to finish. When he did, Taker set the tattoo gun down, and wrapped his arms around me. "You know, what we did isn't fair to Sean or Sara," I said. "I know, but we can't take it back. All we can do is figure out what to do from here." "One thing would be to put some Neosporin on the tat." I grabbed the tube, and handed it to him. While he spread it over the tat, I said, "the only thing we can do is go back to the way things were before today." "Is that what you really want?" "I can't have what I really want, so that is the logical decision." He sighed. "Logic sucks, but if that's how it has to be..." "It is." He kissed my cheek, and said, "bye, Jade." "Bye, Mark."

Fifteen minutes after he left, Sean came back. I must have lost track of time while Taker was giving me the tattoo, because I looked at the clock, and it said 12:30. "Hey, Sean." "Hey, Dom. Are you ready to leave?" "Hey, Scoot, are you done with me for tonight?" "Yeah, go on. I'll lock up." "See ya, tomorrow." Sean walked me out to my bike, and stayed with me while I put my helmet on. "Ready to lose," I asked with a smile. "I won't." I kissed him, and said, "we'll see."

He got in his car, while I started the bike. At that time, the street was empty, so we lined up side-by-side on the street. I counted off on my fingers to three, then we took off. We stayed neck-and-neck for the most part, until a car went around Sean, and pulled in front of me. I looked in the mirrors on the bike, and noticed two cars staying close behind us. I began to freak out. Then, a motorcycle pulled up beside me. "Turn down the next alley," the rider said. I turned to look, and it was Taker. As I turned to follow him down the alley, Sean's Cruiser came over into my lane.

Taker stopped in a darkened area of the alley, and I stopped behind him. I took off my helmet, and said, "how the hell did you know he was going to do that?" "I didn't. A couple of his old running buddies were in the cars behind you. I knew it wasn't going to be anything good." I walked over to him. "Oh, God, Taker," I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Thank you." "My pleasure, darlin'."

"Dom., I want you to stay at a hotel tonight. There's no telling if he'll come after you at the house," Taker said. "I'm not going to cower down, and hide, Taker." I clicked the heels of my boots together, hitting the secret buttons, that makes the four inch, double edged knives pop out of the toes. "What goes around, comes around." "Where the hell did you get those?" "A couple guys that I worked on made them for me." "You're not actually going after him, are you?" "Yes! I don't take this kind of shit lightly. I don't wanna have to watch my mirrors for him to try again."

He put his finger under my chin, and tilted my head back. "You're a gutsy little thing. Atleast let me help." "I'd appreciate it." He gave me a quick kiss, before getting back on his bike. "I thought..." "Let's face it, darlin', things aren't going back." He winked, then jumped on the kick-start. I got back on my bike, turned the key, and pressed the ignition button. We turned around, and rode like a couple bats out of hell to catch up to Sean and his buddies.

When we found Sean, he was parked in the driveway at my house. Across the street, his buddy, Mike Sanders', car was parked, and further down, Mark Jindrak's car was parked. There were three cars, besides his. I scanned the area for the third. Finally, I spotted Chuck Palumbo's car behind me. We pulled into the driveway, and turned off our bikes. I got off of mine, walked up to Sean, and slapped the taste out of his mouth. "What the hell's the big idea!? Why'd you try to run me off the road? Ain't got enough guts to try to kill me face-to-face?" He smiled evilly at me, then brought his hand up to back-hand me. Taker spun him around, and grabbed him by the throat. Behind him, I heard the clicking of the hammer being pulled back on a gun. "Let him go," Mike said. Taker let him go. In the midst of the confusion, I clicked my heels, and released the knives again.

Sean turned back to me, and raised his hand again. I kicked him in the stomach with the toe of my boot. He bent over, then fell to the ground. Taker elbowed Mike, and grabbed the gun. He twisted Mike's wrist, until he let go of the gun. I turned around as I heard foot steps coming toward us. First up was Reno, who was slashed across the cheek by my boot. I did a round-house kick, and slashed his throat. Once he fell, I saw Mark, Shawn Stasiak and Chuck running toward us. "Taker, I need some help!" With one hard punch, Taker knocked Mike out. He came to my side, and waited for the others to make it to us. Mark came after me, while Shawn and Chuck double-teamed Taker. Mark received the toe of my boot in his groin, and fell to the ground. I stood over him, looking down, and said, "that's gotta hurt." Then, I smiled at him evilly.

I turned around in time to see Shawn coming after me. Behind him, I saw Chuck fall to the ground. "Hey, boy," I heard Taker yell at him. Shawn turned around to look at him. Taker had the gun aimed at Shawn's chest. "You know, I never did like you." Taker moved the gun over just a slight bit, and fired it. Shawn was hit in the shoulder. Taker tucked the gun in the back of his pants, as he walked over to me. "Are you alright, darlin'?" "Yeah, thanks to you." He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head. "Let's go inside, and call the cops." We heard sputtering and gurgling coming from beside us. I hit the buttons on my boots again, which put the blades away. I walked over to Sean, and stood over him. I leaned down just a bit, and said, "I guess you already figured out that I'm breaking up with you."

I stepped over Sean, and lead Taker inside. I called the police, and told them what happened. After I hung up, Taker asked to borrow the phone. I unintentionally overheard his conversation. "Sara, I went to get my tat, and Dom ran into some trouble with her boyfriend. I'm at her place now, and I'll be here until the cops leave. Bye" As he hung up, he looked at me and said, "damn answering machine. I talk to it more than I do her."

Taker and I sat on the bench on the front porch while we waited for the police and ambulance to arrive. He laid his arm on the back of the bench, and I laid my head on his shoulder. When the first officer arrived, he scanned the scene in shock. "You two did all of this?" "Yes, sir. They attacked us," I said as I stood. When Taker stood behind me, his eyes grew even bigger. "Now it's more beleivable." We told him the whole story, as the ambulances arrived, and loaded up Mike, Chuck and Shawn. Sean and Reno were pronounced dead on the scene. The officers let Taker and I go, because it was in self-defense.

As the police cars and ambulances left, Taker wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and lead me back inside. "You know, you have Shawn's blood all over you." "Yeah. I need a shower. Care to join me?" He stopped, and picked me up. "I thought you'd never ask." He carried me inside, and into the bathroom, as he kissed me passionately.

Nothing changed between me and Taker since that day. I'm content being his mistress, Sara's content living in his big house all by herself, and Taker is content getting free tats, and not having to go through another divorce. Well, I guess one thing has changed. Little Mark is due to join the world any day now.