'Chloe Daniels, 33, was originally born and raised in Austin, Texas, but moved with her family to Cameron, North Carolina when she was ten. Showing a keen interest in art and tattoo culture from an early age she studied art and textiles at college before beginning her first apprenticeship at the now closed down Black Mass Tattoo just outside of her home town. She worked there for five years before moving to New York at 26 years old to work with Steve Schneider and Jimmy Koo at their coveted Arcadian studio for two years before heading home again to take up a position at old school friend Eddie Hamilton's 'Mad Ink' studio in Cameron. In 2007 she took a six month tour of the US and United Kingdom to work freelance with artists such as Kat Von D, Jason Butcher and Mr Cartoon but to name a few. The Beginning of 2008 sees her beginning a new chapter in her career working for WWE wrestler Shannon Moore at his Gas Chamber Ink studio. For all booking information please click the Gas Chamber Ink link in the contact section of the side.'

For the last two weeks Shannon hadn't been able to shake Chloe from his thoughts. All he could keep thinking over and over again is 'she's my perfect woman, and I can't have her. ARRRRRRRRRGGGGH!' and it was beginning to distract him. He'd find himself making up excuses to go into the shop just because she was there, spending a lot more time there than the usual of two full days and a mixture of afternoons and mornings the rest of the time, or sometimes not at all depending on his schedule. And when he wasn't there he'd still find himself immersing himself in all things Chloe; he'd become a frequent visitor to her website for one thing.

Clicking the back arrow on the browser the page re loaded to show a page full of images of her he couldn't resist viewing again. Pictures of her tattooing the likes of Bam Margera, Sid Wilson from Slipknot, Angela Gossow of Arch Enemy, Method Man and The Undertaker aka Mark Callaway to name a few. She had done the 'Sara' tattoo across his throat and work on his arms too, and there was a picture on her sit showing her working on him, and one of him hugging her afterward, making her look tiny in his huge embrace.
He clicked the side of another picture to enlarge it, a professional shot of her and Kat Von D both standing in leather trousers and their bras showing off their ink, both about as covered in tattoos as the other.

'Fucking gorgeous, damn your husband's a lucky man' he muttered, hearing the sound of high heels on the floor coming towards where he was sat in the small room he kept his computer, musical equipment and anything associated with work in large files. He closed the page and called up the shop site just as Lauren walked in and slid her arms around his neck.

'Heya handsome' she said, kissing his cheek.

'Hey babe' he said, turning and pulling her face closer to his and kissing her lips, and then pulling her down across his lap and stroking her legs.

'Hmmmmm calm down tiger' she said, stroking his cheek and kissing his head.

'Calm down? It's been four days, how calm do you expect me to be?' he said, trying to undo her top.

'Sorry baby. I've just been tired' she said, pushing his hands away from where they tried to get into her top.

'Are you tired now?' he asked, feeling his dick starting to harden, hands slipping down to push up her skirt but being stopped again.

'No. But let's not do this now. Later, when we go to bed' she said, getting up and kissing his cheek before leaving.

'That's seven fucking hours' he muttered, looking down to where his erection was tenting his jeans and swearing to himself. He had no idea why since pretty much the second month into their relationship Lauren's sex drive had diminished to twice a week if he was lucky, but it was starting to frustrate him greatly. Noticing his new employee in the ways he did wasn't exactly helping matters either.

He'd find himself sitting and staring at her when she tattooed, watching the way she paid so much attention to what she did, the way her forehead seemed to crease in what he could only describe as a cute way when she concentrated, the way her brown eyes moved intently across the lines she was inking under skin, the way she ran her arm across her brow and stretched to reveal her stomach tattoo when she took a break. The way he was sure she had started to look at him. And without thinking, he found himself thinking up another reason to head back to work that evening.

Also, he felt like she was becoming a friend to him too. They'd find themselves talking at length on a regular basis, already she had presented herself as the kind of woman who was very easy to get along with, and also just wonderful company. She had a way of making you feel very special when she spoke to you, something he'd witnessed with people she was giving a tattoo to for the first time. They'd be shitting themselves and she'd be able keep them calm and easy throughout the whole sitting. She was just that kind of person.

'Sup dude' Chloe said as she watched Shannon enter the shop, taking the money from her last client and thanking her, handing her a card with the date and time of her next appointment on the back and saying goodbye.

'Hey mofo how's it goin'?' he asked, walking around the counter to where she had just sat down and taking a seat next to her.

'Good, I got an hour to twiddle my thumbs before the next client comes in but other than that all's good. So what brings you back down here then? I thought you were heading off to get Lauren?' she asked, checking her phone for messages.

'I was, but..............ahhh never mind, I just thought I'd come chill for a bit' he replied.

'Trouble in paradise?' she asked, putting her phone back in her bag.

'I wouldn't exactly refer to it as paradise to start with' he replied, scratching his stubbly chin.

'Ouch, that bad huh?' said Chloe.

'Well...............................yes and no' he said, looking thoughtful and chewing his cheek.

'Wanna talk to me about it?' she offered.

'Nah, ain't for you to worry about dude' he said, patting her knee and smiling.

'Sure?' she asked, pulling her cigarettes from her bag.

'Positive, you go top up your nicotine and ill keep watch out here' he said, jerking his thumb towards the back of the shop.

'Cool, okay' she said, getting up and walking out towards the back, circling around the corner past the bathroom and toward the end of the hall and pushing the bar down to open the fire door and let herself out. She'd been out there for less than twenty seconds before she felt a presence behind her and turned to see Shannon.

'Gimmie' he said, holding his hand out.

'You don't smoke' she said, raising an eyebrow at him.

'I used to, now don't hold out' he said, slowly smiling at her as she rolled her eyes and passed her cigarettes.

'Thanks' he said after lighting one and blowing the smoke down his nose, his blue eyes shining at her through the cloud. He looked even sexier when he smoked for some reason.

'I feel like a bad influence' she then said.

'You are' he shot back with a sly smile, not necessarily referring to the smoking.

'So who's looking after the shop if we're both out here?' she asked, watching him sit down in the doorway.

'No one, I locked up. You said your next appointment wasn't for an hour so fuck it' he shrugged, looking up at her and noticing he could see her bra through the side of her t shirt. He mentally scolded himself for it at once.

'Well you're the boss' she said, flicking the flint wheel on her lighter in her fingers nervously. The way she had started to look at him, she felt nervous being alone with him. His eyes completely mesmerized her, blue with a hint of green, and when he wore eyeliner it made her stomach flip with how gorgeous he looked, and he had the kind of body that should have carried some sort of warning it was so perfect, so huge and muscular. He was the kind of guy she really would have made a play for had she not been married.

But remarkably enough her husband was nothing like Shannon. He was tall with dark spiky hair and not anything even close to what could be considered a muscle, Mike had been her high school sweetheart she'd ended up marrying four years ago after meeting up with again when she'd arrived home from New York. She loved him, but if she was honest she'd married him thinking there was no one else out there for her. And now she was dealing with the repercussions of that decision; their love wasn't enough to carry a marriage between two people so mismatched. And one so paranoid over his wife's choice of friends.

She supposed it was habit that kept them together, but there were moments of genuine affection still in existence between the couple, though few and far between. Also it sometimes felt as if he resented the fact she had chased her dream and become all she'd ever wanted to be, whereas he'd pursued the family trade and become an accountant, with only one tattoo on his wrist and one body modification; a 10mm flesh tunnel in his ear Chloe had talked him into. They looked very much the odd couple, she was a little rock and roll girl and he was very plain.

But that aside, the differences she was starting to feel were based at the very core of their marriage. So thus it made it hard for her to spend time in the company of men like Shannon, i.e. men she was becoming quite attracted to. Ones she felt she was perhaps more suited to.

Also just as Lauren thought sex on twice weekly occasions was enough to sustain a healthy relationship, so did Mike. Or not at all as was often the case. And after many attempts of trying to inject some kind of spark into it, she was now left wondering why she was bothering at all, especially when she had to put up with comments like 'I find you less attractive the more tattoos you get. Stop while I can still see your face, please'. She did love him, he was a wonderful man in all other respects, but sex seemed to somehow make him shrink from her rather than get closer, like he was almost scared of it somehow.

And so she stood out there just casually chatting with her new boss, and had to stop the images flashing through her mind. She kept imagining him all over her, his mouth and tongue travelling across her flesh, his hands pawing at her body, the way he would feel pressed to her. She needed someone like him, needed reminding what a real man was. For she wasn't sure anymore with the model she had for reference back home.