12 Days of Christmas - Day 8
400 words
Theme: Bad Santa
Elements:
Tattoos
Eight Maids a Milking
Handcuffs
Coal
A large man in a fancy Santa suit walks into Bull Dog’s Skin Parlor. He strolls past the counter and heads directly into the back. He knocks on the open door to the office break room with his meaty knuckles before heading over to an empty booth. A lanky man with large gauge piercings in his ears and a Mohawk pokes his head out in time to watch the Santa remove his red satin jacket.
400 words
Theme: Bad Santa
Elements:
Tattoos
Eight Maids a Milking
Handcuffs
Coal
Day 8
A large man in a fancy Santa suit walks into Bull Dog’s Skin Parlor. He strolls past the counter and heads directly into the back. He knocks on the open door to the office break room with his meaty knuckles before heading over to an empty booth. A lanky man with large gauge piercings in his ears and a Mohawk pokes his head out in time to watch the Santa remove his red satin jacket.
“Hey Chris, here for the next part?” the lanky man asks.
“Yup. Got time for the whole thing?” Chris takes off his
undershirt and reveals a canvas covered in tattoos.
“It’s been a slow day. If you got the time, I’m game.”
Chris sits down in the reclined chair with his barrel chest
pressed into the seat back. He thumbs towards his right bicep and adds, “Hey,
Jack, I’d like a touch up on the cuffs too if there’s time.”
Jack puts on a pair of latex gloves as he leans in and looks
at Chris’s massive bicep. He stretches the skin with both hands as he examines
the image of the large heart and Christmas tree attached with a pair of
handcuffs. “Oh yeah, I see what you mean… I’ll do the line work and touch it
up.” He grabs a sheet of paper. “Today’s the ‘eight maids a milking’ right?” He
holds up the blue inked outlines of eight woman with milk buckets.
Chris nods and thumbs towards his back, “Right. Center
middle of the back.”
Jack carefully positions it, and gently lays it down. After
he gets it where he deems appropriate he rubs it on hard to heat it up and
transfer the image. He removes the paper and checks to make sure the line work
has transferred probably. After placing his template he starts working on his
ink and needles as he asks, “Hey, Chris, I been meaning to ask… what’s with
your Christmas fetish?”
Chris lets out a warm hearty laugh. “’Fetish’… such a
naughty word… I’ve always loved Christmas.” He lets out a sigh and adds, “Plus,
the children… It’s an amazing feeling to see their faces light up when I drop
off gifts. I’m really making a difference, you know?”
“So, how much coal have you given out?”
Chris turns his head and looks over his shoulder at Jack
with a massive grin. “Not. One. Piece.”
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