Day 1 of Tamara's story

Only a couple of years had passed after the Third World War and Tamara knew very well how much she will struggle if she was to choose the old ways of normal people. Definitely she did not want that so she chose another path, a path that a few years ago wouldn't seem appropriate or even sane, but now she was sure it will make her life easier in the long run. After all she was still only 22. When she parked her car in front of the tattoo shop, she had already decided.

The room was pretty dark. The lighting was dim, partially because the windows were dusty and covered with old posters. On entering inside Tamara saw the motorcycle of her new so to call boss - a large and powerful machine, one of the few of the kind still operative. She was not surprised that after entering through the door she found herself immediately in the main working area. She saw the two men, she expected to see. They were smoking cigarettes and talking in the far corner of the room and they did not seem to notice her at first but after a moment one of them greeted her and pointed something in the room.

Tamara looked briefly around and understood where the finger was pointing. Near the window there was an old gyno chair, most probably taken out of the nearest abandoned hospital. She had never received any sort of instructions but she had heard rumors of the way young women were accepted in that particular gang. She didn't like the idea much, but she knew she was doing it for the protection.

Tamara undressed quickly and climbed in the gyno chair. She knew that nobody could see her from outside, but the fact that she was naked and so close to the window made her shiver. The two people in the room made her wait a bit as they were finishing a conversation, but after a minute they stood up and came closer.

As the figures stepped into the light, Tamara was shocked. She realized that one of them was female. The famous tattooist was female!

Tamara didn't have any time to recover from the shock. As they began working on her. The man went behind her and started shaving her head. That made sense. All the members of this particular gang she had seen in her life had their head half shaved. Her wavy dark hair started falling on the ground as the female tattois was already working on her private parts.

"Beautiful cunt you have" the tattoist said. "I'd like to fist it someday" Tamara's pupils widened in horror.

"Barbara!" the Tamara heard the voice of the man behind her. "Don't get started from day 1"

"Oh, well, fuck it. It seems I have to wait darling"

Tamara's heart was beating rapidly at this point, but the two were not much intrigued nor bothered by her feelings. Anyway, the tattoo and her haircut were done in a couple of minutes. When the woman called Barbara pulled away, Tamara looked in disbelief. She had never imagined having such a tattoo on her private parts. Despite the iritated skin, the image of a screaming devil head. The horns were big so surely they couldn't be covered by any underwear. Between the horns there was written the name of the gang and the current date.

"Once you make 3 months with us, you can add your new name or nickname there. Call it as you like." the voice of the man was deep and calm. Tamara nodded to show she had understood.

"May I ask something?"

"Sure" the man replied.

"Do only women get tattooed down here" she pointed with a finger between her legs.

"Nope. Everybody has one of his or her own." he unfastened his belt and pulled slightly his jeans showing her the top part of the tattoo on his crotch. "The only difference is that Barbara is doing all the women."

"I wish I did, darling. I wish I did..." Barbara laughed from the other corner of the room where she was cleaning her instruments.

"Don't play stupid Barb, that was not what I meant!" his voice a little more sharp now.

A couple of akward minutes of silence followed, during which Tamara was still in the old gyno chair with legs already stiff from being spread for so much time and the others were minding there own bussiness. Tamara finally got brave and popped a question?

"What should I do now?"

"Barbara will cover your tatto with something not to get infected and after that you can dress those" the man threw at her a pair of old leader boots with medium heel, leather jacket and a top whose color once had been white, but now was simply a bit worn out and dirty. "You can keep your jeans, by the way"

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10 minutes later a man and a woman got on a motorcycle and sped off down the road.