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Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 3 Change of Pace, Change of Place. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   I'm pretty sure it was only for a moment, but it could have been a couple minutes. When I came to, I was still inside Erica, and still mostly hard. I pulled out and was quickly followed by our leaking mess spilling onto the sheets. Erica didn't move, except for heavy breathing. Then she rolled onto her side, legs coming up into a fetal position, ass pointed back at me. Her messy, cummy twat peeked at me between her legs and butt cheeks. Sitting back on my ass, I blinked a few times and tried to re-center myself until I gave up and fell backwards, breathing hard and looking up at the ceiling. "God damn, E," I said. "That was something fucking else." No response. I rolled over, dragging myself up to lay next to her. "Erica?" Her eyes were closed and she was looking comfortable, if a little cold laying over the sheets. Her lips were moving, and when I got close enough it sounded like she was whispering, "Imprinting," over and over. "That's kinda fucked up," I said quietly, looking at her otherwise still face. She sounded like a computer program reporting on a status. The only thing that kept me from freaking out was the big, contented smile on her lips. I kissed her forehead, trying not to think about quite how fucked up things were, and then I rolled off the bed and stood up. Underwear and pants went back on, and I crossed the hall to the bathroom where I got a wet, warm washcloth and a towel. I returned to the room and carefully wiped down Erica's twat and ass of our mixed fluids, then wrapped her in a towel and picked her up. I carried her down the hall to my room and managed to get her under the covers. I'll admit, I also gave her tits another soft grope, just to convince myself this was all real. God, they're awesome. Leo was out of the house, which on second thought made me realize what I'd just done. I'd fucked his sister, and we hadn't really held back at all. If he and I had been hearing the 'biz' and soft moans of Erica masturbating I can only imagine the sounds that had been coming down through the old wooden timbers of the house. "Fuck," I sighed. Hopefully he had gone out to the workshop before we'd gotten started. It was still the middle of the afternoon so I went back to packing. It was weird, sorting through everything in the house. Also fucking annoying because I didn't even have many boxes to pack with, and I couldn't exactly just run out to the liquor or hardware store to get some. It was strange; I'd lived in the house for much of my life, and I'd lived in it with Leo for the past five years, but I still found traces of my parents and grandparents I hadn't thought about in ages. It had to have been an hour or two later when Leo came back into the house. He had rings of sweat on his t-shirt and looked like he was ready to punch something. "Hey," I said. I was kneeling down in the living room, busy scooping old VHS tapes out from the back of one of the big cupboards. They hadn't seen the light of day in probably twenty years, but I also felt like it was a waste to throw them out. Leo just looked at me from the doorway, kicking off his boots. "That was fucked up," I said. "Yeah, it was," he said. "You know I wouldn't just pump and dump her," I said. Leo twisted up his face in revulsion. "Fucking of course not. Jesus, Harrison. You're not an animal." "So why the fuck would you make her hold on to a high school agreement when she and I might have been good for each other, Leo?" "She told you that?" Leo's face dropped. "Yeah. She did," I said. "She shouldn't have. Not talking about it was part of the deal, too," Leo grunted. He peeled off his sweaty shirt and threw it towards the stairs, then headed towards the back of the house. "Where is she now?" "Upstairs. That's another thing we need to talk about, but I'm not done with this." Leo was pouring himself a drink from the tap. My father had gotten a new well drilled a couple of years before I was born, and then when I hit high school we'd gotten a pump system; I still couldn't believe we'd lived on hand-pumped well water until I was fourteen. Now, with a whole filtration system set up in the back shed we - It doesn't matter. It's all going away. That realization almost shook me out of the conversation. "What's left to talk about?" Leo asked me, leaning on the doorsill from the kitchen. "Leo, I've always liked your sister. This whole thing just... forced the issue. You get that, right? She's not betraying you. I'm not betraying you." Leo didn't answer at first, buying time by taking a drink from his glass before sighing. "Yeah. I know." "So what are you pissed about?" "Dude, she's still my sister. And you're my best friend. That's not how this is supposed to go! She's supposed to meet some guy that I don't really like, but I learn to tolerate him, and we make fun of him together behind their backs and talk about how she could do so much better." "Why is that how it's supposed to go?" I asked. "I don't know, man. That's just; That's how it was with my parents and aunts and uncles. My dad was an only child, but all my mom's sisters settled for mediocre guys. My parents tolerated them, and I got to hear all the family gossip and that's just how it was." "Leo," I said. "That's kind of fucked up that you would want that for Erica." "I don't want it for her, it was just... Look, I hear how stupid and dickish it is, as it's coming out of my mouth, Okay? But now it's going to be you two. He-man and... I don't know. Who's the lady in He-man?" "Dude, I have never watched He-man," I laughed. "Well, whatever. You're you. She's her," Leo said. "By the end of this quarantine bullshit you'll be together and I'll be out." "Leo. You're thinking glass-half-empty here," I said. "Erica and I get together, what else does that mean?" "I dunno," Leo said. "What?" "What does that make us?" Leo blinked. "Brothers-in-law?" He rolled his eyes, but I could see the smirk growing. "Brothers, Leo. Even better than best friends. Better than best friend roommates!" "Fine, fine," Leo sighed. "Okay, there's an upside. Just don't expect me to just... be Okay with you two getting frisky everywhere or something. You can be happy or whatever, just not right in my face, alright?" The sound of a car pulling up outside on the newly-widened gravel driveway crackled through the house. I stood up and headed for the door. "What was the other thing?" Leo asked me. "Something about Erica being upstairs?" "Yeah, yeah," I said, slipping on my sneakers. "She's in my room right now, kinda sleeping but not? This whole Vaccine thing has more to it, dude. Let me figure out what this is first." He grunted, giving me a questioning eyebrow raise and turned back to the kitchen to refill his water. Outside I found the same blacked-out, now dust-covered, town car that had dropped off Erica. The door opened and I blinked hard as a woman I could only describe as a cross between an elf and an angel stepped out of the back seat. She had long, wavy brunette hair and a face that I could only guess had matched up with Helen of Troy, with soft, full lips and wide eyes with a playful spark. She was wearing a simple, baggy white t-shirt that looked like it belonged to a guy my size, and with her slight frame she was practically swimming in it but somehow she made it look like a diaphanous dress. I couldn't even tell if she had anything else underneath it since the t-shirt came down low on her bare thighs. "Hey there," she said, grabbing what looked like a solid camper's backpack from inside the car and walking over to me. When she got closer she only somehow got more beautiful, but I also saw... something. That look in her eye. The way her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing a little more shallow. "You're Leo?" she asked. She had an accent, but I couldn't place it. "No. Harrison. Leo's inside," I said. She eye fucked me for a moment, took in a breath and breathed it out through pursed lips, then headed past me into the house without another word. "God damn," I said. "Yeah, she's running a little hot," Agent Sourpuss said. She'd gotten out of the driver's seat of the car and came around. "Got the shot at the same time as Miss Lacoste, but it turned out the guy she was originally going to be paired with got infected sometime in the past few days. We found him dead in his penthouse when we tried to drop her off." "Fuck," I said. And not because of the story. The woman had walked up the front steps of the porch, slung her bag onto it and had been stripping off her shirt as she walked into the house. I didn't see anything but bare back and a pair of tight booty shorts painted onto a slim, perky ass, but I was fucking jealous. "How is Miss Lacoste?" The agent asked. "Did the bonding process work?" "Um," I said, shaking my head and turning to the woman. "Uh, yeah. If you mean she didn't really tell us much but made it clear she needed sex, and now she's upstairs asleep in my bed muttering 'Imprinting' over and over." "Good, good," the Agent said. "Working as intended, then." "No," I said, shaking my head. "Not good. I said she's muttering 'imprinting' over and over. What the fuck is up with that?" "Look, Mr. Black, it's a long fucking story. And one you're not cleared for," the Agent said. "I'm sure one day you'll read a book about it or something. For now, just get out of my face. Alright?" "You can't seriously expect people to just go along with this. It sounds like... like,” "Brainwashing?" The Agent asked. Then snorted and started heading back to her car. "I don't have time to hold your hand through this. Like I said, just do what they say and enjoy your new fucking world. We'll be in touch." She slammed the door, the engine turned over, and she peeled out and drove back down the driveway. "What the fuck," I said. "What the fuck? What. The fuck?" I headed back into the house and stopped before kicking off my shoes. "Oh, fuck yes!" the woman shouted. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Leo yelled. They were upstairs. It hadn't been more than two minutes. I could hear them clearly. Fuck. Doesn't have a problem when it's not his sister, I thought, shaking my head. I went for a walk. I made dinner an hour later, and Leo managed to come downstairs to eat. He mumbled something about getting struck by lightning, but once he'd gotten some food in him he'd shrugged. "I dunno, man. She just walked up to me, holding her shirt, and said, 'Take me up to your room and fuck me.' I didn't even get her name. Now she's doing that 'imprinting' thing and it's freaking me out a bit." "Yeah," I nodded. "Yeah. Erica was doing that too. That lady agent dropped off your girl, didn't want to talk about it, and just said we should do what the ladies tell us." "Hey, that's all fine with me," Leo said. "She can tell me anything she wants. I mean... Harrison. God damn!" We called it an early night and I found myself climbing into bed next to Erica. She was still out of it, but at least she wasn't murmuring anymore. It felt weird, and kind of creepy, to try snuggling up next to her. She was still naked under my sheets, and totally out of it. I ended up putting on an undershirt and gym shorts and managed not to feel like a perv for long enough to fall asleep. The rumble of trucks woke me up, and I met Leo at the stairs as we headed down. He went to start making coffee while I checked outside. Two big trucks were hauling in a pair of trailers onto what had once been my front lawn and workers in bright fluorescent vests were directing them as others set up some concrete blocks. The trailers looked like they were the start of whatever construction HQ was going to get set up. "So it begins," I sighed. We brought out the coffee; it was an entirely different crew of guys, but they didn't have any new information for us. They appreciated the coffee, but when I went in to make more I realized we were running out quickly. Hopefully one of those trailers was going to be a break room for those guys because they were going to drink my wallet dry if it was on me to feed their caffeine addictions. The trailers were quickly set up, and the workers were gone, but a 14-seater van arrived so quickly that I figured they must have passed each other on the driveway. Inside were a solid dozen Surveyors, along with boxes of topographical maps and all sorts of equipment. I couldn't offer them coffee, but they'd come with their own travel mugs. They weren't much for conversation, though they weren't bad men and women; they just had a very large job to do. "We've done what we can ahead of time with the satellite imaging," the Head Surveyor said to me. "But we've got to plan out the development of this entire area in the most efficient building plan possible. They want houses built and livable ASAP." And that was where I came in. That promise I'd made to Agents Grierson and Walters had included my help with the surveying. Now it was time to give the grand tour. "I'll head out with them this morning," I told Leo. "I'll start with the front loop trails down to the highway and back. You want to show them the Arrowhead trail after lunch, and I'll take them up the ridge after that?" "Yeah, works for me," Leo said. "I'll go check on Erica." "Um... maybe I should do that," I said. "Why? Is something wrong?" Leo asked. "No, dude... she's just, uh..." I stammered. Leo's eyes went wide and he clapped his hand over his ears. "Nana nana" he sang, heading back out of the house towards the barn. I checked in on Erica; still asleep. I hesitated a moment, leaning over her in the bed, but went for it and pressed my lips to her forehead in a soft kiss. She mumbled something, pulling the sheets closer to her, and she smiled. It almost kicked my adrenaline, and I could hear my heart in my ears as I walked back down the hallway. When I passed Leo's room I realized that his door was cracked open, and I could see a shapely and naked leg and foot sticking out from his own sheets. I was tempted to peek further, but that feeling of creepiness from last night struck me again and I closed the door instead. I was kicking myself an hour later, deep into the trails with a half dozen surveyors following along and taking notes as I pointed things out and they asked me questions. It was the slowest I think I'd ever walked the trails, and the question kept flaring up in the back of my mind of what I'd missed out on seeing. Leo's girl was living in my head rent-free right alongside Erica, but now I knew what Erica was like; the mystery of what I hadn't seen was tantalizing fodder for a brain that didn't want to think about the overwhelming weirdness of the whole situation. We were back to the house around 1pm, and by the time we'd been gone a third trailer had been set up and there were two more of those big passenger vans, along with a couple of pickups, lined up in a makeshift parking lot. I didn't notice any of it, or the people working, and I didn't even answer the last question one of the surveyors was asking me because I was jogging for the house. Erica was standing there on the porch in low hip-hugging jeans and a tight band t-shirt under one of my unbuttoned flannel shirts. She had a beer in each hand, one opened and half empty, the other cold and sealed. I could see the emotions play across her face for a moment as I walked up quickly, and she opened her mouth to say something but I didn't want to hear a smart remark or a question. I wrapped my arms around her and I kissed her. She kissed me back, her arms crossing behind my neck as she pulled me deeper to her. Her tongue and mine met and teased for a long moment, and I reveled in the feeling of her in my arms. Her chest crushed against me, soft and firm, and her belt buckle pressed into my crotch as she melded herself to me. A whistle, sharp and catcalling, sounded from somewhere behind me and I could feel Erica shift both beer bottles to one hand. I had no doubt she was flashing them the finger with her free hand, and the laughter from the construction workers confirmed it. Eventually we had to stop, and I held her by the waist as our faces pulled away. "Well, I guess that answers most of my questions," Erica smirked at me. "I've got a few of my own, but you're not slapping me so that answers most of mine," I said. She pursed her lips and brought her beer hand down between us. "Leo said you've had a long morning. Up for a nooner?" "God yes," I said. "But I've always had a different definition of 'nooner.'" "What, you think I mean the beer?" Erica asked. "No, baby. I want you to,” "Ahem," a voice interrupted, and I turned to see who had approached us. "Sorry to interrupt." The girl, and I couldn't call her more than that because she looked like she couldn't have been more than twenty-three despite the tattoo across her neck, was wearing a rough sweater and one of those orange construction vests, along with a dinged-up blue hardhat with about dozen peeling stickers on it and her jeans tucked into her steel-toed work boots. She had some vaguely Latina features, mostly in the lips, but was pale where she wasn't tattooed. Erica's arm immediately went around my waist, and I lowered mine to hers as we held each other. "No problem," Erica said. "What can we do for you?" "I'm Vanessa," the girl said. "Are you Harrison Black?" "Yeah, you found me," I nodded. "Alright, cool," she said, looking me up and down. Erica's hand at my waist scratched my side playfully, and I lowered my own from her hip down to her ass, slipping my fingers into the back pocket of her jeans and cupping it firmly. "Well," Vanessa continued, "I'm the Foreman for the general laborers on site right now, and we've already gotten a laundry list of our daily jobs done so I need to start getting my guys into the house." "I'm sorry?" I asked. Vanessa sighed and then smiled in a knowing sort of way. "No one's talked to you about the day or week plans, have they?" "Not really," I said. "I've been out with the surveyors all morning." "Yeah, that sounds about right for this clusterfuck," Vanessa shook her head. "Well, orders are that everything that's currently in this house, and that barn, and anything else on the property that needs to, is hitting those sea cans in the backyard by sundown tomorrow. Demo on this place hits bright and early the next morning and everything not packed up is getting carted the fuck off." Vanessa, it turned out, was a straight shooter. It just took me a second to wrap my head around everything. Erica took charge while I followed along. I'd figured I had weeks, maybe months, before demolition. This wasn't the hurry-up and wait I'd been expecting. This was all hurry, all the time. Leo went out with the surveyors, and I started answering a million questions for Vanessa while she directed five big, burly guys as they began unloading my house into boxes, and hauling those boxes out to a pair of storage containers that had been brought in on trucks and plopped down near the back of the wide clearing that had been the 'backyard' for generations. Erica, I realized, was helping manage me more than anything else. Keeping me on task, keeping me focused. She helped me reminisce quickly a couple of times, helped me make decisions about what actually needed storing and what could get thrown out. I was getting a brand new house, fully furnished, courtesy of my contract. Did I really need the shitty TV stand or the ratty couch sitting on the back porch? No. Did I want to keep my grandmother's freestanding jam cupboard? I couldn't picture it anywhere else other than where it was in the house, I'd never even seen a piece of furniture like it in another house before. But it was an heirloom piece. Was I supposed to keep that? Yes, Erica helped me. Yes, keep the heirlooms, even if they seem odd or silly. Just know what's an actual heirloom and what's not. "You're doing well," she told me, stopping me at the foot of the stairs. "You're a good boss," I smiled, reaching my free hand around to hug her to me. I was carrying a pair of bedside lamps in the other. She frowned and shook her head. "I'm not your boss. And I don't want you to think I'm being bossy, and I definitely don't want you to start thinking of me as some nagging mother figure." I laughed and shook my head. "Never. E, you're just a natural manager. Of people, or situations. I needed a minute, not an hour, and you helped me get on track way faster than I would have without you. Plus," I grinned, and let my hand slide up from around her waist to softly take her tit in my hand and squeeze playfully, "Ain't nothing of a 'nagging mother' about you." She smirked and bit her lip as I squeezed her braless tit a little more firmly. "Well, good," she said, and rubbed the front of my pants. "And thanks for the very weird compliment from my b,” She stopped short, eyes going a little wide. I chuckled and leaned down to kiss her cheek, then her lips. "You can say it. I'd be happy to." "I've never said that so fast before. It hasn't even been a day," she said. "Not officially," I countered. "But we've also been living together for a couple of months. And before that we went on casual group dates. We just didn't know it at the time." She rolled her eyes but her grin was everything to me. "Well, if you put it that way..." I kissed her again. "God, I want to fuck you," I said. "Yes, please," she hummed back. We separated. I watched her walking away, the way her ass moved. The way my shirt hung on her. An hour or so later we'd gotten a lot of the preliminary stuff cleared up, and after a quick conference with Vanessa, we decided that the big guys on her team were probably going to be most useful getting all of Leo's woodworking equipment safely moved out to the storage containers from the barn. I'd helped Leo move all of those heavier tools into the barn over the past five years and each one was a son of a bitch, and we didn't have any forklifts to make it easier. The guys hadn't been out of the house for more than fifteen minutes when I was busy taking old pictures off the walls of the living room while Erica was getting to the ones in the front hall. "Hmm, morning," a warm, honeyed voice said from Erica's direction. "Uh.... hi," Erica said, her tone of voice a little shocked but with a weird cadence. I turned to see who was in the house and nearly dropped a glass picture frame holding a collage of photos my mother had put together of my sister and me. The elf/angel girl, Leo's imprint-person, was wandering into the living room and looking around curiously. She was as beautiful as the first time I'd seen her, and I figured she must have taken a minute to touch up her makeup. She had beautiful, pale porcelain skin, and her wavy chestnut brown hair still had a bit of a messy 'just got fucked' look. She also happened to be completely naked except for a pair of sheer panties that left it very obvious she was shaved to the wood down below. Her tits were so perfect and perky, big enough on her thin frame to look almost fake but somehow still natural; either the best boob job ever or the perfect genetic lottery. Her areolas and stubby nipples, puffed and firm in the cool spring air even in the house, were the same soft shade of pink as her lips. "Hey there," she said, giving me a little smile and a wave. "I think I almost fucked you yesterday, yeah?" I coughed. "Um, no. Definitely not that close." "Hmm," she smiled, looking around the chaos of the house. "Well, maybe not, but I definitely remember wanting to jump your bones. Where can I get some water?" "Through there," I pointed her towards the kitchen. "Hey, we didn't actually meet. I'm Harrison, Leo's roommate." "Oh, right," the woman said, then stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. A naked-lady hug. While I was looking over her shoulder at Erica, who was staring from the hallway door with an expression between utter confusion and the kind of stare I could only imagine a 13-year-old boy would have when looking at this same sight. I made a 'what am I supposed to do?' face at Erica, and slowly hugged the naked woman back with one arm, trying not to think about those perfect tits pressing into my side and chest. "I'm Danielle," the woman said. I was struck again by that strange accent that I couldn't place, elongating some of the vowels and with just a touch of different intonation. "I got told all about you and Leo by that government lady on the way here. I guess I didn't realize you wouldn't have gotten the full story." "Yeah, no. She isn't really one of our biggest fans," I said. Danielle stepped back from the hug, with a warm smile. "This is Erica, Leo's twin sister and my, ah" "Girlfriend," Erica said, stepping forward. She opened her arms and Danielle happily stepped in for a hug with Erica as well. Erica looked at me over Danielle's shoulder and mouthed, 'Oh my God!' "And vaccine partner." "Oh, god," Danielle said, leaning away. "Fuck, I wasn't even thinking about that. Are we supposed to still be careful? We're all vaccinated, right?" "Very vaccinated," Erica said, then looked at me again and smirked. "Very, very vaccinated." "You too, huh?" Danielle asked. "Those orgasms,” "Out of this fucking world," Erica nodded. "Let me get you that water," I said. I left the two in the living room and went to the kitchen, taking a moment to adjust my cock in my pants before fetching a cup. Erica was attractive as all hell, and while I might not have been in love with her yet, I knew I was going to get there and fast. The physical and the personality just synced with us like that. But this girl. Woof. She was that unattainable attractive tier that you saw in movies, or on Instagram. When I was coming back, Danielle was slipping on my flannel shirt. "I'm really fine with it," she was saying. "I like being naked, and I'm a stripper so I'm used to it. Honestly, it kind of turns me on." "Yeah, well there's about twenty construction workers outside right now and I don't think anything is going to get done if they catch a look at you, Dani," Erica said. Danielle laughed and shrugged while she brought the sides of the flannel shirt up and tied them between her tits. I don't think my shirt had ever looked better, and somehow she just effortlessly made it a perfect, teasing shape that hugged her cleavage and slim torso. "You're a stripper?" I asked, offering her the water. "I thought most women in that business preferred 'dancer' or something like that "Hmm, only the ones who are embarrassed about it deep down," Danielle said. She took a sip from her glass. "But I made $300k American last year as a stripper, so why should I care what other people think of me? I'm a businesswoman and entrepreneur, and I work hard to make sure my product is amazing. And my product happens to be stripping off my clothes and making guys cream their pants." I almost choked on my own spit as Danielle casually dropped her tax bracket. "You made that much?" "Oh, you must not be a strip club boy, are you?" Danielle smiled at me. "He will be," Erica said, chuckling. "I will?" "Oh yeah, baby," Erica said. "Half of my best clients are strippers. I'm a tattoo artist, by the way," she said to Danielle, then smirked at me again. "Once the world opens back up, I know some babes who are going to rock your world. I can't wait to see the look on your face!" "Well, it's always nice to find a discerning lady-fan of the art," Danielle said. "Honestly, women always make the best fans. Guys shell out more cash, but women just appreciate us more." The front door of the house opened and Vanessa walked in, stopping as she saw Danielle standing between Erica and me in nothing but my shirt and her panties. "Fuck, sorry," she said, and she looked like she was going to head right back out the door, then re-thought that and stayed where she was. "Um, Harrison, we could use your help out in the barn. Any shot we can get that old tractor running to move the planer?" "We can try," I said. "I didn't need it to plough the past couple of winters since the ATVs did the trick. I'll see if it'll turn over." I left Danielle in Erica's hands; something which both brought chub-inducing pictures to mind, but also just a touch of jealousy considering the open lust my now-girlfriend was showing for her twin's vaccine-fuck-friend. We really need to figure out some terms and definitions, I sighed. The tractor, in fact, did not turn over. It was deader than a doornail. With enough leverage and muscle power, we managed to get Leo's big planer; which he had thankfully already prepped for moving; onto a trailer we used with the ATVs and carefully towed the sucker with two guys on either side to keep it balanced and upright. Vanessa shooed me away after that, telling me to go keep packing up the valuables and let her paid gorillas do the heavy lifting. The big laborers all grumbled good-naturedly at her name-calling, and as I was leaving them I heard one trying, "Me Tarzan, you Jane." "Yeah, and I'll Jane you right in the mouth if you start trying to hit on me, Tarzan," she replied. "I don't shit where I eat, unlike you goddamned animals." Back in the house, Erica was helping Danielle start packing Leo's things up in his bedroom, so I went back to work cleaning out all the corners of the house. The one thing I realized was that I didn't actually need to be neat about anything. The last time I'd moved, when Leo and I had left our place back in Portland and come up to the homestead, half of the bother was cleaning everything up to make sure we got our security deposits back. This place was gonna get knocked over in two days, so what was the point of cleaning? I'd been trying to find time to sneak Erica to somewhere private, and maybe to fool around a bit now that that was part of our relationship, but Danielle was too full of questions. If she wasn't chatting with Erica, she was asking me all sorts of questions about the house, my family, and the deal with the land and the vaccine. I was happy to chat with her as we packed up the kitchen, or while she helped me as I handed her things out from the little root cellar under the house, but that smile and those eyes were hard not to get distracted by. Not to mention the braless cleavage in my shirt and her toned, bare midriff and legs since she only bothered to slip on a pair of booty shorts to complete her outfit. It turned out that Danielle had known about the vaccine longer than any of us by about a day and a half. The Government, whichever agency was running the whole thing, had gotten her contact information from a couple of the strip clubs in Portland where she'd been scheduled to work before the lockdown. Danielle was the kind of girl who took risks, so she immediately signed up to be a Phase 2 tester for the vaccine; Portland was one of three secondary trial locations across the country in 'Phase 2.' She'd asked around once she got tested and entered the Quarantine Hotel, and it turned out most of the women who'd been contacted had been sex workers of one sort or another; strippers, dancers, Only Fans models, high-end call girls, even a few honest to god porn stars. Danielle figured whoever was in charge had decided the sexual nature of the vaccine lent itself more easily to openly sexual people. It seemed... Well, it seemed weirdly logical to me, but also shady as hell. She'd received the same briefing Erica had, which she said had felt more like a meeting selling timeshares in Boca than anything else, had done the questionnaire and then picked a guy out of a list of twenty photos of her top 'matches'. She remembered seeing Leo on that first list but didn't remember why she picked the guy she did. They drove her to a big building in downtown Portland, but she never got out of the car. Her escorts came back about twenty minutes later and told her the guy wasn't a valid partner anymore, and she had to pick again. She got a new list, and Leo was on it. "I can't help but notice you aren't asking about him," I said to her as we were carrying the dining room table across the backyard towards the storage containers, each of us on an end. "You've gotten half my life story at this point. You're not curious about the guy you're, well, imprinted on?" Danielle smiled and shook her head. "Naw, I had my guy pegged the minute I saw him. I have all the time in the world to learn the details, I know what I need to know. He's sweet and boyish, and honest. You should have seen him blush when I walked up and kissed him. Hah! He didn't know what hit him." "Neither would I," I said. "You're quite the woman, Danielle. Leo's a lucky guy." "Well thanks, hun. But I have a feeling you'd know just what to do with me. I could see it in the way you were standing when I got out of that car yesterday." "The way I stand?" I asked. "Oh, for sure. You're a big guy. Muscly, but not a bodybuilder. You have that mountain-man vibe with the longer hair and the beard, but even after a couple of months of quarantine you still keep it trimmed and neat. And your eyes were looking at everything all at once. My Dad had eyes like yours, and he was Australian military back home. A man like you, if he isn't a prick, well... let's just say I've known a couple of gals with guys like you, and they are quite happy." We'd set the table down outside the storage containers and were headed back for the chairs now. "Well, thanks I guess. Hopefully Erica feels the same." "Oh, she does," Danielle smirked. "She may not realize it completely yet, but the way she's grinning to herself when she didn't think I was looking? She does." That little nugget of information made my heart sing. "Sorry if it's a button, but I noticed you said your Dad had eyes like mine. He's gone now?" I asked. "Hmm," Danielle nodded. "Years ago, so don't worry about it. Cancer. I was fifteen and it hit me hard. Mum got a boyfriend the next summer and within six months of that she moved us to California and I finished high school in the Valley. I hated the new guy, and then the guy after that, so I moved back to Sydney as soon as I could and was planning to go to school there. But then I took a job at a strip club to pay the bills, and the rest is history. I've been doing it for five years and did a tour up the east coast of the US last year, so I figured I'd do the west coast this year." "Oh, well, I'm still sorry to hear that. It all sounds tough," I said. "But I guess it's good you found your... calling?" "Hah," she laughed. "Something like that. I'm not like other girls who have specific ambitions. I've just been banking as much money as I can, while I can, and having fun doing it. I'm not looking to go to med school, or become a lawyer or something." We were carrying the last of the chairs, and Danielle was telling me a story about her senior year in high school when Leo came back. It turned out Danielle's accent, a bastard amalgamation of Aussie twang and Valley girl, was the one thing she disliked about herself but she was just plain terrible at trying to fix it and it was because of some traumatic bullying while she'd lived in the Valley. As soon as Leo came out of the mouth of one of the trails, the chair Danielle was carrying was forgotten as she dropped it in the middle of the yard and began sauntering over towards Leo and the surveyors. She looked like a lioness on the prowl, and Leo stopped when he saw her coming. The surveyors, about two-thirds of whom were men, all moved aside to let her past them, watching with big eyes as she stalked up, knocked Leo's baseball cap off his head and molded herself to him as she planted a kiss on him that I could feel searing from across the yard. And she didn't stop. They were kissing a solid thirty seconds, hands wrapped around each other, before the surveyors backed away and came towards me, shaking their heads and grinning. "We need fifteen minutes, then are you ready to head out again?" one of them asked as they got near me. "Sure, sure," I said. "How many are coming out?" "All of us," one of the ladies said. "About... fifteen?" "Jesus Christ," I said, shaking my head. "Hey, big project at speed. Most of the time you pick quality, quantity, or speed. The government wants all three, and they are throwing around the kind of money needed to make it happen right now," the first guy said. "We'll be working like crazy for the next two weeks getting all the info, then another two handing it all off to the developer team, then back on site again to make sure everything is being built in the right place." I headed back to the house to get my hiking gear back on. Danielle and Leo had stopped making out and were talking now, but I could see Leo was holding Danielle's hand while she had her other on his chest, and he was grinning and nodding along with whatever she was saying. I smiled, happy for my friend, and went inside. "Hey," I said when I found Erica upstairs, cleaning out my closets. "I need to head out in about ten minutes on another tour." "Oh yeah?" Erica asked, turning to face me. She was still wearing that tight t-shirt, her sweat from hard work making it stick to her a little more. It cupped under her tits, making them stand out just that touch more, and I could see the bumps of her nipples in the black fabric. "Yeah," I said lowly, and stepped beside her, offering her a hand to help her up. "And Danielle and Leo are out in the backyard talking right now." Erica's eyes lit up as she let me help her up. "Well why didn't you say so?" she asked, and I pulled her in to kiss her, feeling her tits press against my chest. She hummed happily into my lips and slid her tongue across mine. I picked her up without breaking the kiss and brought her over to the bed, and she lifted her legs up to circle my waist and cling to me as I laid her on her back. I was leaning over her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, keeping me close as we made out. "Hmm, I want you," she whispered between kisses. "Yeah?" I asked. "Good. I want you, too." "How bad do you want me?" Erica asked me. "Utterly. Totally. Bad to the bone." She snickered and pulled up her top over her tits, freeing them, and I shifted to quickly mouth over them, kissing as much of them as I could all at once and as quickly as I could. "Ooh, baby, baby," Erica crooned. "God, you make me feel so sexy." "You are sexy," I said, pulling away from her tits and mauling them with my hands as I lifted my lips back to her. "Deadly sexy. Femme fatale. Boss bitch." "You say the nicest things," she laughed. "I'm glad you aren't freaked out by all of this." "Oh, I'm freaked out more than enough," I said to her, pausing our kisses to press my forehead to hers and looking down, meeting her eyes. "The entire world stopped, and now it's going faster than it ever has before, but you Erica Lacoste are enough to make me not care about any of it." She cupped my cheeks with her hands, then ran her fingers through my beard and pulled me down to her, kissing me hard as she kept her eyes open, looking at me through the soulful, hungry kiss. There was a bang downstairs, the back door opening and closing, and we could just hear the muffled sounds of Leo talking with Danielle. "Fuck," I said, as Erica let go of my beard and our kiss ended. "Fuck," Erica groaned. "Fucking Leo." Erica straightened herself out, getting her shirt back on properly and standing back up, while I straightened my hair a moment and pulled it back and then changed into a new shirt. I caught Erica eyeing me up from across the room while I was shirtless, and she didn't even blush or look away. "Yummy," she said and winked. "You're trouble like this," I said with a smirk. "You don't know the half of it," Erica said. "I feel like I've been set free. The only thing keeping me from tearing your pants off is the thought of my brother being in the next room." That made me laugh, and as I got myself together and was ready to head out I kissed her one more time, one hand squeezing her ass and pulling her into me as I held the back of her head with the other. "Ugh, you bastard," she said when we separated. "You keep getting better at kissing me." "Just taking your cues," I said. "Fuck you like I hate you, right?" "Did I say that?" Erica thought. "God, everything yesterday went so fast." "Actually, I think you said you wanted someone to love you, but who fucks you like they don't. I figured that went for steamy kisses, too." "Oh, it certainly does," Erica said, one finger tracing down her boob and nipple over her shirt. "But now I'm going to need to change panties, you bastard. God, you're leaving me here soaking wet." "I prefer to think of you as simmering for later," I smirked, and she scoffed and threw a sock at me as I left the room. The tour with the Surveyors was slow going, but it was late in spring and we had plenty of light left to us. Leo had taken them along a bunch of the lowlands areas, so I took them up the other side of the property, pointing out some of the ponds and a couple of old growth copses of trees. There was a solitary Redwood on the property which they all agreed would be a shame to lose, and I pointed out some other big, ancient trees that served as landmarks. Deep into the hike we reached the Spring Pond, high on one of the rolling hills near the back of the property, and I showed them where I wanted mine, my sisters and Leo's houses to be built. I didn't much care how they organized the lots, but the Spring Pond fed down as a stream into the Nehalem River that bordered the property, and it had sweet, pure water that had been a swimming hole for my family for generations. Other than the old House itself, this was where the Black family had made their mark. It helped convince the Surveyors when I pointed out that my family graveyard, dating back more than a hundred and fifty years, was an acre up the slope overlooking the pond. At the mention of a Native burial ground I could almost see all of them shudder, not in fear of spiritual consequences but of Red Tape. I had a feeling this particular project wouldn't actually care one shit if they came across potential burial grounds, but all of these folks had horror stories of major projects getting stalled for months, or even years, by old bones in the ground. The sun was setting over the hills when I led them back down, having reached the very far edge of the property and pointing out the markers my great-great-grandfather had erected prior to the first World War. It was twilight during the last few minutes of the hike, and despite being veterans of their work I could tell the long day of heavy walking, questions, and note-taking on the move had drained them all. As they left, trudging around the house back to their work trailers to file away their notes, I saw Vanessa just shutting off the light in the barn. "Hey, how'd it go today?" I asked. "Good. Better than I hoped, actually," she said, grinning widely. "How's it going in the house with your wife and... who was that?" "Erica's my girlfriend, and that's kinda new, and Danielle is; well, it's a long story. How's a beer sound?" I asked. "That sounds fucking great, actually," Vanessa said. She checked her watch and then nodded. "I've got some time. I'm technically off shift already, we just don't have any time clocks or anything set up yet. I sent the boys back in the van about fifteen minutes ago, I'll take my truck back to the motel when we're done." I fetche

Nearly 20 years after opening in Atlanta’s historic Castleberry Hill neighborhood, a tattoo shop faced an unexpected closure over a 2008 ordinance. Owner Miya Bailey talks about his fight to reopen City of Ink and his conversations with Atlanta Mayor Andre Dickens, who has promised to resolve the issue. Plus, we meet the new editor of Capital B Atlanta: award-winning journalist Angela Burt-Murray. The former editor-in-chief of Essence magazine shares her thoughts on journalists as advocates and why she values community impact in reporting.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

I met Aaron last summer, while on my cross-country motorcycle trip! Aaron runs the Tattoo Shop out of Bike Shed Moto in LA, and I have found myself loving our conversations over the past year. Talking photography, creativity, tattoos, motorcycles, and building brands! And that is what today's episode is all about! True & Good https://www.instagram.com/trueandgoodcollective/ Aaron https://www.instagram.com/texasbydeath_true/     Stay ahead of the game with exclusive updates and behind-the-scenes insights from our garage talk podcast and community chats on our Patreon!. Sign up now! https://Www.patreon.com/fastlifegare   Big thanks to our Show Sponsors1   ⚡️ @arlennessmotorcycles https://www.arlenness.comics offer code   “FASTLIFE10” for 10% off ⚡️ @lexinmoto https://www.lexin-moto.com Offer code “fastlife” for 15% off ⚡️ @cowboyhdaustin https://www.cowboyharleyAustin.com ⚡️ @customdynamics Https://www.customdynamics.com  ⚡️ @lawtigersdallastexas https://lawtigers.com 1-800-LAW-TIGERS         

For years, tattoo shops were kept out of Newark, essentially blocked by city code.But that changed recently, thanks to the efforts of one determined tattoo artist who led the push to rewrite the rules.In this edition of Enlighten Me, University of Delaware senior and Delaware Public Media intern Jack Silverberg reports on the story behind Newark's first legal tattoo parlor and the woman who made it happen.

This week on Fascinating Ohio, we are talking with former Ohio State football player Jack Sawyer, Pursuit owner Nate DeMars and RedTree Tattoo Gallery owner Durb Morrison.

This week on Fascinating Ohio, we are talking with former Ohio State football player Jack Sawyer, Pursuit owner Nate DeMars and RedTree Tattoo Gallery owner Durb Morrison.

I binge listened to the Lady Liberty Tattoo Podcast. I am looking for an artist for my one-year sobriety tattoo. This place really impressed me. I will also be speaking about the creative mind. Enjoy!

Are you still boosting posts on Facebook or Instagram to promote your tattoo shop?

Running a tattoo shop is hard enough—don't let outdated systems slow you down. In this episode, we sit down with Adam Facenda, owner of True Love Tattoo and founder of Keep The Fees, the all-in-one tattoo shop management software designed by tattooers, for tattooers. We dive into: • How Adam created KTF to solve real tattoo shop problems • Why most tattoo shop POS systems and CRMs fall short • How you can automate client booking, payroll, and release forms in one platform • The secret to eliminating credit card processing fees and saving thousands • Building better client relationships with smart automation and aftercare texts • Why paper & pen shops are falling behind (and how to fix it fast) Whether you're a solo artist or managing multiple artists, this episode gives you the tools to streamline your shop, save money, and focus more on tattooing.

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Jill retells the story of the haunted tattoo shop in Chicago

Are you wearing every hat in your tattoo shop—artist, manager, marketer, and janitor? In this episode, we uncover why trying to do it all is the biggest obstacle to your shop's growth. Learn actionable strategies to delegate tasks, focus on high-leverage activities, and reclaim your time to do what you love most: tattooing!

Are you relying on just one way to bring clients into your tattoo shop? In this episode, we break down the dangers of single channel risk—whether it's word of mouth, Facebook ads, or any other single source—and how it could be costing your business big. Learn actionable strategies to diversify your marketing, attract more clients, and protect your shop from future downturns. Don't put all your eggs in one basket—tune in now!

In today's episode, Matt is joined by artist, visionary & entrepreneur Esteban Rodriguez to chat escaping communist Cuba, rags to riches in Canada, developing a passion for art, opening the top Tattoo Shop in Toronto, the entrepreneurial journey, fostering a growth mindset, his tattoo studio catching on fire & more!Priced to Sell MERCH: https://mbhtv.com/collections/priced-to-sell

In this episode of The Tattoo Marketing Podcast, Jesse Drach, owner of Ink-Link Marketing, breaks down why word of mouth is still the most powerful tool for growing a tattoo shop. Learn actionable tips to amplify positive client experiences, avoid the dangers of a bad reputation, and set up your shop for long-term success. Whether it's starting a referral program, automating client follow-ups, or mastering the art of client feedback, Jesse shares proven strategies that help tattoo shops thrive. Don't miss these insights that could change the way you run your business!

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Word of mouth is the lifeblood of any tattoo shop—but are you really making the most of it? In this episode, Jesse Drach, owner of Ink-Link Marketing, dives deep into why word of mouth is king for tattoo shops, how to harness its power to attract more clients, and what happens when your shop's reputation takes a hit. From easy-to-implement strategies like automating follow-ups and gathering client testimonials to setting up game-changing referral programs, this episode is packed with actionable advice. Whether you're a seasoned shop owner or just starting out, tune in to learn how to build trust, create memorable client experiences, and ensure your reputation works for you—not against you.

Struggling to keep up with DMs, emails, and client requests? In this episode of Tattoo Shop Mastery: The Business Behind the Ink, we uncover the power of CRMs (Client Relationship Managers) and why they're a must-have for every tattoo shop. Learn how to streamline communication, prevent clients from falling through the cracks, and boost your shop's reputation—all while saving time and maximizing profits. Don't let poor communication cost you thousands in missed opportunities. Tune in and take your shop to the next level!

Are your Facebook and Instagram ads failing to deliver results? In this episode of The Tattoo Marketing Podcast, we uncover why designing ads based on your preferences instead of your audience's can hurt your success. Learn the power of split testing, how "ugly ads" can outperform polished ones, and why understanding your audience's behavior is key to creating high-converting campaigns. Packed with actionable tips and real-world examples, this episode is a must-listen for anyone running or considering Meta Ads. Tune in and discover how to make ads that truly resonate—and convert!

THIS HOUSE IS NOT CURRENTLY HAUNTED, PLEASE RESPECT THE CURRENT RESIDENTS PRIVACY. THANK YOU.The TRUTH about the story of the poltergeist activity at 966 Lindley St in Bridgeport, Connecticut LINKS:The World's Most Haunted House (on Audible): https://www.audible.com/pd/B01COOO2B2?source_code=ASSORAP0511160006&share_location=library_overflowThe World's Most Haunted House (physical book): https://a.co/d/9Bt5ZWbTruth or Demons Merch Designers:Luxe Traumahttps://linktr.ee/Luxetrauma20?fbclid=PAAaaitRaodZ31SV17pw15Aujj06m7C0d3pZJW6cPy9B7prv6ZB58XdNZ4E0U_aem_AbO6TVlvoKsod-Pvhy8L1szMLANn8Ti3ezdW0JOYm4O0AKMPytD9L5xLIZGbIa4SGBAClover Lavaugn's Collection of Creations https://www.instagram.com/clover_lavaughns?igsh=cmkyajRkY2F6NmJsNadja's Tattoo Shop in Germany: https://www.instagram.com/farbmetzgerei?igsh=enljaGl4czFjOGxlMy Tattoo artist's youtube: https://youtube.com/@queenbeeink?si=-WV-Lenx8gwvJePlManchester Metropolitan University on Poltergeistshttps://www.mmu.ac.uk/news-and-events/news/story/eight-things-you-need-know-about-poltergeists-just-time-halloweenTicking Clock Poltergiesthttps://psycnet.apa.org/record/1989-10504-001Spinning Egyptian mummy explained https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/mystery-solved-manchester-museum-s-spinning-ancient-egyptian-statue-isn-t-cursed-8951201.html --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/truthordemonspodcast/support

The victim at the center of our case this week, Lopaz Richardson, was a talented artist, and it was art and the supportive community that is so often bred from art that were driving passions in his life. So, when he disappeared on July 7th, 2021 at such a successful time in his life, those close to him knew that foul play was involved, even though law enforcement seem to believe otherwise.If you are interested in bonus content for our show or in getting some Coffee and Cases swag, please consider joining Patreon. There are various levels to fit your needs, all of which can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/coffeeandcases

Tia, Cam, and Gabbie discuss what has changed in the industry since they started their tattoo careers. 

Tia and Gabbie sit down with Geddy to find out how he got into tattooing and opening up Living Skin Tattoo.

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Gabbie, Cam, and Tia sit down after a full day of tattooing just to discuss life lately and get into some crazy tattoo stories.

This week we discuss our thoughts on AI and how it has affected our lives as tattooers.

Let's play a word association game. Ready? Okay… EXPAT. For most of my life, I would have smashed that red gameshow button and shouted, “Pirate with a surfboard!” A lawless scallywag set adrift by society, living off coconut meat and massive quantities of Vitamin D. But as America gears up for another cortisol-inducing election, the prospect of moving to another country is becoming more attractive to non-pirates, too. And the next time you play this word association game, answers may range from a douchy tech founder with Starlink to the wayward son staring back at you in the mirror. I spent the past few weeks in Costa Rica and sat down with a fascinating expat who relocated to Santa Teresa out of high school and never looked back. Eric Smiley is a talented tattoo artist, surfer, and uniquely curious cat. In this episode, we talked about the history of tattoos, banana plantations, Howler monkeys, and buying a one-way ticket out of Old Glory. If you're in Santa Teresa, check out Good Life Tattoo. Tell ‘em Kyle sent ya. If you dig this podcast, will you please leave a short review on Apple Podcasts? It takes less than 60 seconds and makes a difference when I drop to my knees and beg hard-to-get guests on the show. I read them all. You can join my newsletter on Substack. It's glorious.  Get full access to Kyle Thiermann at thiermann.substack.com/subscribe

Join us as we discuss how tattooing has had an impact on our personal lives in our apprenticeships and as we have established our careers.

In this episode we talk about finding out it's even worse than you thought over a year later. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mattandandrew/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mattandandrew/support

Tia, Cam, and Gabbie sit down to introduce themselves and give you a sneak peek into what you can look forward to with Leaving Tomorrow. Find out more about us, the shop, and enjoy a brief guest appearance from our shop ghost!

On this episode of Chats and Tatts, host Aaron Della Vedova sits down with tattoo artist Joao Bosco for a deep conversation that goes beyond tattoos. They discuss life, spirituality, karma, and the effects of AI.    Life events and challenges are often disguised blessings that lead to personal development and growth. In a podcast episode, Joao Bosco shares his inspiring journey of relocating from Brazil to London to pursue a career in tattooing. Despite feeling like a misfit in Brazil and encountering various obstacles, Joao took a leap of faith and started anew in London without any support network.   Joao's story illustrates how stepping out of one's comfort zone and confronting challenges head-on can foster personal growth. He emphasizes that difficult experiences, such as loneliness and discouragement, can shape one's character and impart valuable life lessons. Joao's narrative showcases how embracing uncertainties and challenges can unveil new opportunities and experiences.Tune in to this philosophical and thought-provoking episode that delves into the depths of human connection and creativity.   Chat Breakdown: 00:00:00 - Starting Out in Tattooing 00:02:01 - Influence and Inspiration 00:03:03 - Joao's Tattoo Shop and Work in LA 00:04:01 - Learning from Different Styles 00:08:24 - Evolution of Tattooing 00:12:24 - Tattoo Industry Culture 00:14:04 - Joao's Early Life and Art 00:16:31 - Growing Up in Brazil 00:18:08 - Heavy Metal Influence 00:20:02 - Transition to Tattooing 00:22:51 - First Tattoo Experience 00:24:01 - Self-Taught Tattooing 00:25:05 - London Calling 00:27:02 - Challenges in the UK 00:29:14 - Language and Cultural Adaptation 00:30:48 - Gratitude and Perspective 00:34:39 - Spirituality and Personal Growth 00:36:00 - Daily Practices and Mindset 00:38:08 - Quantum Physics and Reality 00:39:17 - Inner Conflicts and Anxiety 00:40:10 - Humility in Tattooing 00:42:12 - Evolving Tattoo Industry 00:51:15 The power of AI. 00:54:36 The role of AI in survival. 00:58:49 AI in Music Industry. 01:02:43 The future of live performances. 01:07:02 AI's impact on innovation 01:09:37 AI and soul connection. 01:14:32 Souls in all living things. 01:16:23 AI developing a soul. 01:22:48 Hallucinogens in Western culture. 01:24:12 The species Apex moment. 01:29:18 The pendulum of human evolution. 01:31:33 The power of podcasts. 01:36:27 Government's propaganda campaign tactics. 01:39:29 Twitter files and government influence. 01:43:33 Ignorance is profitable. 01:48:23 Life as a real sci-fi. 01:51:24 20 years in the industry. 01:52:37 Boosting client's endurance. 01:56:18 Empathy in tattoo sessions. 01:59:25]Tattooing between London and LA.   Quotes: "We need tattoos. We are in a rock band, a metal band. We need tattoos. We need to look cool." "You want to hang out with people who are doing shit you're not doing." "Heavy metal changed the course of my life completely." "If I'm gonna lose I'm gonna lose big." "Our industry specifically for many years was very easy to get an ego." "I have no sympathy for folks that tend to dwell in the past and whine" "I really believe AI could fix the world. I think it has the power to cure disease. I think it has the power to rule nations. I think it has the power to make this planet a better place."  "I believe the survival of our species depends on AI." "I think there's gonna be some big events some pretty fucking big ones and it's gonna slap us, slap the world." "Any harm that we do to someone else, we're doing to ourselves in a way." "Ignorance is very profitable." "This shit's getting trippier than three hits of acid."   Stay Connected: Connect with Joao:    IG: https://www.instagram.com/@joaoboscoart   Connect with Aaron:⁠   Website: http://www.chatsandtatts.com⁠ Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@chatsandtatts  IG: http://www.instagram.com/chatsandtatts Chats & Tatts YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/chatsandtatts Aaron IG:⁠ http://www.instagram.com/aarondellavedova⁠ Guru Tattoo: http://www.Gurutattoo.com      

This week the Tangos are setting up their favorite Tattoo shops. Who would you like to be inked up by? Come find out. https://linktr.ee/id10tangos

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What should you look for before hiring a marketing company for your tattoo shop? What questions should you ask on your call with them? We dive into the must know/must ask questions to make sure you're getting a marketing company that will get you results!

What's the easiest way to fill a leaky bucket? What does that have to do with your tattoo shop? Listen to find out!

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This is a webinar from April 2024. If you'd like to watch the video, you can here: https://youtu.be/DN2IvFzmXbw Join us for 'Beyond the Needle: Proven Instagram Ad Strategies To Fill Your Tattoo Shop' and discover the exact IG ad tactics we use on the tattoo shops we work with to attract new clients and keep their chairs filled! Don't miss out on this exclusive webinar replay that could transform your shop.

About the Guest:Brian Mullin is an experienced tattoo artist and snake charmer known for his expertise in the field. He has made a significant mark in the tattooing community with his impressive work that spans various styles, with a particular affinity for Japanese style and traditional tattooing. Originally hailing from the Pacific Northwest and having a professional background in automotive painting, Brian brings a unique blend of skills and aesthetic to his craft. Now a Johnson City resident, he co-owns and operates Snake Charmer Tattoo Parlour located on North Roan Street. Brian is not only known for his artistry but also for the deep, personal connections he establishes with his clients.Episode Summary:In this engaging episode, listeners are introduced to Brian Mullin, a tattoo artist with a passion for self-expression and the intricate art of tattooing. With his move to Johnson City and the purchase of a house, Brian has embraced the community and the beauty of East Tennessee's natural landscape.The conversation with Brian Mullin delves into the intricacies of the tattooing profession, exploring both the personal and artistic dimensions of this unique form of self-expression. From discussing the impact of weather on viewing the eclipse to the soothing pastime of bonsai tree care, Brian offers insight into his life and passions outside of his tattooing career.Key Takeaways:Tattooing is not only an artistic expression but also a tradition with a rich history, requiring expertise and an understanding of the craft.Selecting a tattoo artist involves more than just evaluating their work; it's about personal connection and trust between the artist and client.Tattoos are personal decisions often representing memories or important aspects of an individual's life, and their permanence is a major consideration.Aftercare is crucial for the longevity of a tattoo, with hydration, skincare, and protection from the sun being vital.The journey of tattooing is as much about the relationships built along the way as it is about the final piece of art.Notable Quotes:"Tattooing is like, it's tattooing and when it comes down to it, there's a right way and a wrong way to do it.""I get paid to do what I love.""People often call it therapy because we'll take the time.""Nothing better than a good session where the client's happy, you're happy, everything works out, everybody wins.""A cover up is like something that you take time."Resources:Brian Mullin's Instagram: @tattoosby.brianSnake Charmer Tattoo Parlour Location: 1210 North Roan Street, Suite 2, Johnson CityFor anyone intrigued by the art of tattooing or considering their first or next tattoo, this conversation with Brian Mullin provides not only a behind-the-scenes look at the tattooing process but also the philosophy and personal connections that make it significant. Tune in to the full episode to absorb more of Brian's passion and stories from the world of tattooing, and stay connected for more episodes that tap into the fascinating experiences of diverse individuals.

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Exploring the taboo topic of money in the art world, Aaron Della Vedova and guest tattoo artist and financial coach, Ryan Roi, delve into the importance of artists' relationships with money. Drawing from his experience owning tattoo shops for over 20 years, he highlights how financial stress can hinder artistic growth. Despite the stigma around discussing money, Aaron and. Ryan emphasize the role of financial freedom in pursuing creative passions. Thank you to Sullen Clothing for their support and collaboration opportunities for tattoo artists. Tune in for an insightful discussion on the intersection of art and finances, spirituality, and finding balance in a changing landscape. Chat breakdown: [00:01:16] Money and artists' struggles. [00:04:48] The pirate lifestyle in tattooing. [00:08:25] Overcoming addiction and life changes. [00:14:23] Ayahuasca experiences and recommendations. [00:20:21] An ego death experience. [00:21:58] Deserving self-worth and acceptance. [00:25:19] Healing through gentle experiences. [00:30:37] Embracing paradox in spirituality. [00:34:40] Unbecoming for more money. [00:37:10] Financial struggles during COVID. [00:43:40] Scared fearful thoughts of the future. [00:47:09] The evolution of tattooing. [00:49:55] Tattooing and financial coaching. [00:55:42] The growth of tattooing industry. [01:02:47] Authenticity in marketing. [01:03:30] Marketing as a lighthouse. [01:09:33] The psychology behind marketing. [01:14:31] Self-love and meditation practices. [01:19:14] The wisdom of primordial sound. [01:22:04] AI and Spiritual Truth. [01:30:43] Money and internal struggles. Quotes: "You have to let go of control. And when that happens, stuff happens." "But at its core, the truth God, reality, is paradoxical. And I think I try to embrace that paradox as much as I can." "Instead of asking, 'how do I make more money?' Start asking, 'who do I need to unbecome to allow more money into my life?'" "There's that special thing that makes tattooing this weird, strange world that anyone from outside of tattooing could just never fucking get" "There's a lot of bullshit out there. You should be skeptical of me." "Creatives are uniquely positioned to be great at marketing." "It's about building trust. That's what marketing is about building trust." "That's what they're ultimately demanding right now, at least in the current iteration of the algorithm. They're demanding connection. They're demanding resonance." Stay connected: Connect with Ryan:  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ryanroitattoo/?hl=en The Artful Dollar: https://www.theartfuldollar.com 20% Off Ryans Marketing Course! https://www.theartfuldollar.com/theartfulmarketer  Discount Code: chatsandtatts20   Connect with Aaron:⁠   Website: http://www.chatsandtatts.com⁠ Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@chatsandtatts  IG: http://www.instagram.com/chatsandtatts Chats & Tatts YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/chatsandtatts Aaron IG:⁠ http://www.instagram.com/aarondellavedova⁠ Guru Tattoo: http://www.Gurutattoo.com  

Tattoos are an omnipresent Portland cliché. But it's also true that many of us have them, and our city does have the fifth-highest number of tattoo shops per capita in the country. Tattoo shops are their own weird subculture, with unwritten rules. Today we're talking with Toby Linwood, owner of Tattoo 34, on Southeast Hawthorne (and fun fact: host Claudia Meza's tattoo artist!). If you're thinking about getting tattooed in Portland, or even if you're not, here's what it's like to work with one of Portland's tattoo artists. Who would you like to hear on City Cast Portland? Shoot us an email at portland@citycast.fm, or leave us a voicemail at 503-208-5448. Want more Portland news? Then make sure to sign up for our morning newsletter, Hey Portland, and be sure to follow us on Instagram.  Looking to advertise on City Cast Portland? Check out our options for podcast and newsletter ads at citycast.fm/advertise. Learn more about the sponsor of this episode: Bon Coeur Home + Wellness (Use promo code "LOVE15" for 15% off) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Have a special episode for you guys this week! The guys are joined by the one and only Deanna James! Deanna inspiring journey to the top is one we can listen to all day! From her supportive mother helping her find her first tattoo shop as a teenager, to opening her own shop, being betrayed by a promising apprentice, her wild ride on INK MASTER and so much more! Enjoy and please don't forget to comment your thoughts, like the video and subscribe!

Summary: Season's Greetings from The Fic List! With the strikes officially over, and just in time for the end of the year, we've decided to pull this episode out of the vault for your listening pleasure! Join us as we explore this highly requested tag while covering two NEW fandoms to the show! (Very wow! Much excite!) Author's Notes: Special thank you to our supporters on ko-fi! If you like, you can help us off-set the costs of making this podcast through donations on ko-fi.com/theficlist. Every dollar makes a difference, offsetting production costs such as hosting fees, website costs, and more. For our social media links, rec/reading list, and more, check out our website: www.theficlist.com and our linktree: https://linktr.ee/theficlist For business inquiries, email theficlist@gmail.com.

Azra Selimovic, owner of the new luxury tattoo parlor Azra Tattoos, describes how Bosnian culture is connected to tattoo art and her journey to opening one of Missouri's first Bosnian-owned tattoo parlors. She also shares the story of how a bee helped her family escape from war-torn Bosnia in 1993 — and inspired her new business.

In this episode, host Aaron. Della Vedova delves into the concept of continuous improvement in the world and the importance of kindness and empathy in our interactions with renowned tattoo artist Paul Dobleman. They express concern about the prevailing trend of people being combative and unwilling to listen to one another. The host specifically highlights the lack of empathy and understanding in politics and the news, expressing frustration with the current state of affairs. They believe that if people could simply listen to each other and show more empathy towards differing perspectives, it would greatly benefit society. They discuss the importance of acknowledging and embracing one's own emotions, as suppressing them can hinder artistic growth. Overall, this episode underscores the need for improvement in the world and emphasizes the pivotal role of kindness and empathy in achieving this. It explores how social media can contribute to echo chambers and reinforces the importance of stepping out of these bubbles to foster understanding and communication. Additionally, the episode highlights the connection between emotional awareness and artistic expression, encouraging artists to embrace discomfort and vulnerability as catalysts for creative growth.   Chat Breakdown:   [00:00:09] Tattoos as status symbols. [00:04:41] Traditional values in tattooing. [00:06:08] Tattooing trends and styles. [00:10:21] Renaissance of traditional tattooing. [00:12:18] Traditional body suits. [00:14:02] Sailor-style tattoos resurgence. [00:20:17] Embracing traditional tattoos in SF. [00:26:49] Tattooing and financial success. [00:30:11] The evolution of tattooing. [00:34:06] Childhood freedom and wildness. [00:42:00] Changing culture of partying. [00:51:18] Psychedelics for personal growth. [01:02:14] Hallucinations and compassion [01:15:43] Tattooing and dedication. [01:18:09] Rotaries as a tattoo tool. [01:25:02] Breaking boundaries with creativity. [01:28:18] The tattoo dream project. [01:31:53] Tattooing without a formal apprenticeship. [01:34:07] Traditional tattoo designs. [01:37:10] Larger tattoo pieces and bodysuits.   Quotes: "Now you could blow that dragon up and it could be a whole sleeve." "They're, you know, by putting that trust in me, I feel like it, it comes out the best." "It was fun when it was more unique." "There are other people out there that want to take my spot. I need to fight." "But he has one of his sayings was like the only regrets in life are the risks that you didn't take." "Everyone could just listen to each other and be a little more empathetic to the other person's position." "Do you want a formal apprenticeship or just rip on your friends in a garage?"   Connect with Paul:  IG: https://www.instagram.com/pauldobleman/  Website: https://pauldobleman.com Black Heart Tattoo: http://www.blackhearttattoosf.com/project/paul-dobleman   Connect with Aaron:⁠   Website: http://www.chatsandtatts.com⁠ Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@chatsandtatts  IG: http://www.instagram.com/chatsandtatts Chats & Tatts YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/chatsandtatts Aaron IG:⁠ http://www.instagram.com/aarondellavedova⁠ Guru Tattoo: http://www.Gurutattoo.com  

On this After Dark episode of the Where to Stick It Podcast, the boys discuss the fun and annoying aspects of running and working in a tattoo shop. From prank calls to straight up flashing the floor guy, there isn't much these guys haven't seen or dealt with.Catch new episodes of the Where to Stick It Podcast every Tuesday and Thursday. If you like the show, please consider supporting us on Patreon where we upload exclusive content each month for only $3 a month.

Jump in with Carlos Juico and Gavin Ruta on episode 138 of Jumpers Jump. This episode we discuss: Michael Jackson still alive, Chef gets possessed, Ghost hunters find their doppelgangers, The haunted tattoo shop, Vlogger who hated women, Fake moon pictures on phones, Spiderman canon event theory, interrupting the timeline, Being able to take a joke, Ja Morant chips story, Would you go looking for ghosts, how to get out of awkward situations, Kanye has ghost writer and much more! Follow the podcast: @JumpersPodcast Follow Carlos: @CarlosJuico Follow Gavin: @GavinRutaa Check out the podcast on YouTube: https://bit.ly/JumpersJumpYT Thanks to our Sponsors: Head to https://www.squarespace.com/JUMPERS to save 10% off your first purchase of a website or domain using code JUMPERS  Get a 60-day free trial at https://www.shipstation.com/jumpers. Thanks to ShipStation for sponsoring the show! Visit https://EBAY.com for terms Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices