“I might be pissed, but I’m not stupid. I need time to figure out the perfect tat, and some stupid fight with Greg isn’t going to make me jump the gun. Plus, I think my tits will look fucking hot with some bling.”
We are both laughing hard when a good-looking guy walks up and asks which one of us is Izzy. For some reason, I expected the person doing my piercings to be a female. Don’t I specifically drive a town over because I don’t want to see a male gynecologist? Now, the person who will be shoving a needle through my fun bags is going to be this hunk? Shit. Didn’t see that coming.
“Izzy would be me,” I say, standing up and holding out my hand. I can see Greg out of the corner of my eye. If anything, he looks like he is going to explode soon. He looks carved from stone, and I know he is just gearing up to shut this down. I bring my focus back to the man in front of me.
“Tyler. Nice to meet you. Ready?”
“Sure thing, Tyler.”
We set off for the black window rooms; I can hear Greg speaking harshly behind me. I don’t turn around to see who he is talking to. He isn’t stopping this.
We walk into the room and I’m shocked to see how bright it is in here. Something about the windows had me expecting some gloom and doom back here. The walls, ceiling, and floor match the décor outside the door. There is a single dentist-looking chair in the middle of the room and a long table against the back wall. He’s already set up the things he will need on the little tray next to the chair.
“First piercings?” Tyler asks while motioning me to jump up on the chair.
“Yup, other than my ears.”
“Ah, perfect. I love poppin’ cherries.” He smiles over at me.
He really is very nice to look at. This might be more fun than I thought it would be. He has light brown hair, which is a little on the long side and curling under his ears and behind the back of the cap he is wearing. His eyes are light blue and bright with mischief. He must be assuming that this is some kind of kink I have. His face is model perfect. If it weren’t for the huge gages through his ears, a lip ring, two eyebrow rings, and the colorful art running up both arms, I might think he was in the wrong place.
“Ha, I’m sure you do. So what do you need me to do?”
“Strip down, sweetheart. Shirt, bra, and you can take the pants off too if that’s what works for you. Get comfortable and recline on back. I need to mark you first to make sure I get these bars in perfectly. I wouldn’t want to mess up those perfect tits.”
Choosing to ignore his blatant flirting, I reach down for the hem of my tee and pull it over my head. I flick my bra off, throwing them both on the chair in the corner. Putting my back flat on the chair, I reach up and pull my thick hair into a messy knot on the top of my head; all the while, I’m watching the lustful look take over his face.
Tyler reaches over and helps me to lean forward so he can mark my nipples. His gloved hands are cold at first, but he makes quick work with the marker. He gives me a quick squeeze before releasing the swells of my breast. I’m sure that was more for his benefit than the alignment of my holes. At this point, I don’t even care. It’s been a long time since anyone other than myself has touched my tits, so even though it’s awkward, his touch isn’t exactly a turn-off.
“You ready?” he asks. I can feel the soft bite of the needle against my left nipple. It isn’t an unpleasant pain, bordering the line between pain and pleasure for sure. Surely, it isn’t natural to be this turned on right now.
“Yup. Do your thing.” I close my eyes tight, and wait for it.
He gives me a sharp pinch before I feel him push the needle through. I let out the breath I was holding . . . Not bad. The pain is already receding and a weird burning numbness is taking over. If this is what every body piercing feels like, I can understand why Tyler here has so many now.
“Not bad, huh?” he asks while walking around the chair to the other side. He seems to have lost his playful flirting and turned into the perfect professional. He looks up and gives me a small wink. Okay, so maybe not all the flirting has left his system.
“No,” I laugh, “definitely not bad.”
“All right, ready for the next?”
“Go for it.”
I close my eyes tight again, and the process is repeated, but right when I feel him finishing up with the tightening of the ball at the end of my new piercing, there is a loud thump at the door and suddenly it’s jerked wide open. He jumps to stand in front of me, trying to protect my modesty. From my spot hidden behind Tyler the piercer, I can see one very long jean-covered leg and a big-booted foot. I don’t know those boots. The only other thing I can see past Tyler is one giant fist flexing and pulsing by the leg’s side.
Then I hear the softly spoken command, the command laced with so much fury only a fool would ignore it. I squeeze my eyes shut again, praying that I’m wrong about who is standing in front of Tyler.
“Move. Move the fuck out of my way. Right fucking now.”