Tricia's mouth had been broken into a wide smile. "Oh my gosh, NO, we're not cancelling it; I've always dreamed of this!" she shouted. "Just making sure", he said smiling, as he pulled out of the convenience store parking lot. Tricia felt an inside thrill that was a mix of euphoria and excitement. Never had she done something so daring. This was something that you think about, a fantasy that would be nice to come true, but you never set out to do or put in a concrete plan. On the highway route over there, she said to Eric a bunch of "I can't believe this" and "oh my gosh", since that was pretty much all she could muster between her surpised silence.
The car was driven into the parking lot along a building on the side of the road. The sign on the front read "BeautyInk" in pretty neon green semi-cursive letters. They got out of the car and walked across the gravel to the front door. Tricia looked through the windows, catching glimpses of the inking machinery and the inks themselves, waiting to be permanently painted into a design. They walked through the door, which rang a bell as it opened, and they walked inside to be greeted with the faint smell of sterilizing fluid (used to clean the equipment) and pictures of work done on clients hanging on the walls.
"Are you the 9:45 appointment?" smiled a woman with long dark hair tucked behind her shoulders. "Yes, I am!" squeaked out Tricia. "I made the appointment for her; today's her 18th", smiled Eric. "Welcome to BeautyInk, my name is Vanessa, and my husband, Rob, and I own this place", she said, gesturing to a guy tattooing another guy in one corner. She turned to Tricia, and asked, "What would you like today?" Tricia had always admired the night sky, and ever since hearing the slang "moon" being used for the buttocks way back when, she knew what she wanted and where! She described her vision to Vanessa with a chuckle, and all three were led over to a tattooing table.
Tricia laid face down on the table (shorts pulled down enough to leave her rear exposed, haha) and got into position. Eric sat in a chair by her face (front end), as Tricia laid with her chin on the edge of the table with her arms hanging over. Eric could see that some of her excitement was turning to worry. "I'm starting to get nervous; this is going to be painful", muttered Tricia with her eyes half shut. "If you feel pain, squeeze my hand, that'll relieve most of the tension, really", said Eric, taking her hand into his on his lap. "You'll have broken fingers by the end of the hour", she remarked with a smile. "But you'll be the one with a skyscape on your behind, that's worth it", he reassured.Tricia took in the sparkling of his friendly chestnut eyes, and grinned, "okay".
She gave Vanessa the go-ahead, and a sensation that reminded her of rubber bands snapping harshly against her skin started on her right buttock. She winced, and the grip on Eric's hand made him even sweat a little. After a few minutes, the pain dulled a little, making it easier and able to handle. It felt only like a sharp object scratching her, and every 10 or 15 minutes, Vanessa would comment that it was coming along nicely. It wasn't too bad, but Tricia was glad Eric was with her, as she would certainly have backed out alone. She still held his hand for comfort, though not grasping it too hard. At a little over an hour, it was announced that the tattooing session was completed! Tricia leapt up, (well, the best one could come to leaping up after having your butt poked for an hour) and ran over to the mirror. A beautiful sight of a night sky was there; a golden-white half moon was among clouds and shining stars. It looked like a painting that an experienced artistmight have done. "Come see!", shouted Tricia to Eric, gesturing him over. He dashed over, and marvelled at what he saw. Beautiful art of a beautiful scene complemented Tricia's pale skin perfectly. Eric had thought she was always a princess, but now she had become a... painted princess! It almost brought a tear to his eye; his cousin was growing more beautiful as an adult. Tricia was very glad to see he was in as much awe of it as her, if not more, and she felt like she was modeling for him.
Tricia got clothed again after getting bandaged up a little, and Vanessa gave her some written after-care instructions to help it heal well. She expressed her thanks, paid the $75 needed ($60 was the price, $15 was the tip), and she and Eric left happily, walking near each other. Tricia slid in the car carefully so as not to hurt too much, and Eric got in the driver's seat. "Thank you so much, that was like a dream come true", she grinned emotionally. "It was like a dream for me, too", spoke Eric, telling her: "And we're going to make sure it isn't kept hidden!"