Punk In Love's
La Plancha
The day at La Plancha.
The sun was shining brightly, La Plancha beach is crowded by foreign tourists who come to enjoy its natural beauty. They seemed to be basking in the dazzling sunlight.
Skin redness, feet full of sand, sweaty faces back and forth walking around the tourist area.
The two handsome men with sunglasses were there, they were looking for a tattoo studio owned by Chelsea. They continued walking, down the beach, past several food stalls, until they arrived at a place they believed to be the Chelsea studio.
"Chelsea's Tatoo" said Peter, who saw the nameplate of the studio in front of him. He opened his glasses, his eyes looking around the studio that was still closed.
" A-h shit! He's not here yet." said Tom as he opened his glasses too.
Peter was still looking around the beach, his eyes seeing some Caucasian girls lying on their backs on a large paddled beach chair.
" Johns.." Peter could not bear to whistle seeing the defiant breasts before him.
The bule girl looked at him, she blushed in embarrassment.
" Look at Tom, he blushed" Peter told the seemingly unconcerned Tom.
" Ck, 'tourist destinations' we are Pet locals. I'm not interested in tourists" he said casually.
" Yes you're right." Peter took his eyes off the girl, and approached Tom, who was sitting on the studio porch.
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"You've been waiting a long time?" chelsea's question made the two men look at him who had just arrived.
" As you can see" said Tom.
" Are you really opening your studio?" peter asked cynically, he was too upset waiting.
" Are I always open late in the afternoon, is there a problem?" chelsea asked a little bit regretted Peter's cynical remarks.
" After all my customers have memorized my studio operating hours" Chelsea said as she opened her studio.
" Okay, you're the owner." Peter rolled a lazy eyeball.
" Abigail didn't come?" tom asked as soon as they started entering Chelsea's tattoo studio.
Chelsea took off her bag and let Peter and Tom sit in the waiting room.
" He's having a photo shoot, he's coming in the afternoon." Chelsea explained while preparing the equipment.
While Chelsea were busy in the tattoo parlor, there were other visitors coming in. Three bule girls with sunglasses perched on their third nose.
Tom looked first. He walked over confidently, approaching the three girls who were busy looking at the photos of the tattoos displayed on the left side of the room.
" Hey, girls." Tom was friendly.
The three girls opened their glasses, looking in surprise at Tom.
" You guys want to get a tattoo?" tanyakanya. While Peter watched.
" Yes, that's obvious isn't it?!" said one of the girls.
" I'm Tom." Tom tried to introduce himself confidently while extending his hand.
The three girls looked at each other, then one of them said.
" I'm sorry, we don't know strangers" he said, leaving Tom with his arms outstretched.
Peter chuckled, he walked up to Tom and greeted his hand.
" Remember Tom, our 'tourist destination' is a local" Peter said.
" Ish, shit!" tom brushed Peter's hand from his hand.
***
" Hey boys! Come here." exclaimed Chelsea from inside the tattoo room.
Peter and Tom walked up to him.
" You want to see the tattoo design first or how? " ask Chelsea.
" Let us see first" said Peter.
They opened a tattoo album, there are a lot of tattoo models along with the location of tattoos on the model's body. Their eyes sparkled brightly. Not because of seeing tattoo designs, but because of seeing tattoo models who are all beautiful and sexy women.
" You see that, well I'd love to hold his chest" Tom said when he saw the beautiful tattoo he painted on the chest of a model.
" Tom, look at his ass." Peter pointed at the model who had a tattoo on her lower hip.
" Aaaahh, I want to farm Pet" said Tom.
" I want this big busty one, 'cause she's so sexy." she said.
Chelsea, who were in the same room with them, frowned at the chatter of two crazy Caucasians in his studio.
" ye! What are you looking at!!" he snapped while taking the tattoo album.
" Chelsea! Goddamn you!" Peter stammered
" What, huh?! " said Chelsea defiantly.
" Bas basket eyes!" he stared scornfully at the two men.
" Oh my God, we're not Chelsea's basketball eyes. We just love God's creation too much." Tom tried to defend himself.
" Get me the album, I haven't seen it all." Peter tried to pull back the album.
" No! You're just going to make my model the object of your imagination" he said resentfully.
" Chelsea!" Peter shouted as Chelsea hid the album behind his back.
" You don't have to look at my tattoo design, I know what design suits you" Chelsea said smiling broadly at the two men who were holding her back.
They rolled their eyes lazily.
" But we still want to see that sexy model" Tom said
Peter hit Tom on the head. Tom grimaced as he rubbed the back of his head that Peter hit.
" Stupid!! We mean that tattoo model is Chelsea." Peter corrected Tom's speech.
Chelsea further squinted her eyes, staring at the jeering of the two crazy men before her.
" Basic pervert." said Chelsea as he walked to the tattoo place. He sat in his chair, next to which he was lined with tattoo equipment and a slightly longer chair, such as a chair in the doctor's office, for his customers.
" Would you like to get a tattoo?!" he asked the two men who were still standing in the corner of the room.
" Well, where there's a fierce tattoo maker like you" said Peter. They approached Chelsea.
***
Peter sat down first, he took off his shirt, bare-chested.
" Here" Peter pointed to the area above his chest, he wanted to make a tattoo of Indonesian script writing that is curved in the area below the collarbone.
" okay." Chelsea smiled at an idea.
" I will make Indonesian writing that describes you very much" he said mysteriously.
Chelsea started designing tattoos, she thought of some words she would paint on Peter's body. The look of his face glistened with pleasure, when the design of the writing was completed, ready to be attached to the surface of Peter's body.
Tom who saw the design was amazed, his eyes seemed wide with interest.
Indonesian script writing surrounded by a series of small roses. The shape of the winding does not block the clarity of the letters strung there.
" Chelsea, I want to be like that" Tom said when he saw the image that Chelsea would stick Peter's body.
" Let's relax, I'll make it for you too." Chelsea smiled while holding back her desire to laugh.
When Chelsea began painting the picture, Peter, who was born into a nosy human, tried to tease him.
" Chelsea, are you not pounding looking at my chest that field" Peter looked at Chelsea and lowered his eyes. Chelsea did not budge, he was silent did not want to respond to Peter's remarks.
" You know, my chest is highly valued by women. Aren't you tempted to see it?" his eyes glanced at Chelsea.
"No! Your chest is full of feathers." retorted the original Chelsea.
"Heeeyy, that's exactly the appeal of my chest. Other women always sparkle happy to see this fur" said Peter while stroking his chest hair.
"Be quiet, you move a lot Pet. It could be that your tattoos are messing around." Chelsea glared at Peter who could not keep quiet.
"Okay, I'll shut up."
Chelsea looked serious about putting an Indonesian tattoo on Peter's chest, occasionally smiling at the knot imagining what would happen when others saw his tattoo.
"Feel a perverted man!" Chelsea are
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