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“I’ll sketch it up during your session with Kelly,” he says, disappearing behind the wall again.
“Did we make him mad?” she asks with a hushed voice.
“No, that’s just the way he sounds. Where do you want yours?”
Her back goes straight, and she looks down, holding out her limbs and turning them as if she’s taking inventory of her body parts to make sure nothing’s missing. I’ve already got mine figured out.
“You can think about it while you’re getting pierced, but keep in mind you’ll need to have the body part you choose face up and you won’t be able to lay on your stomach with fresh piercings.”
“I suppose you’ve been around the block a few times.”
“Once or twice.” I gesture, holding out both arms.
“Where are you getting yours?”
I pat my hand over my heart.I haven’t told her yet, but Jordan’s my first love.She inhales deep through her nose, and I thread our fingers together.
“You choose my location,” she whispers. “I trust you.”
My eyes snap to hers.She’s letting me choose where to permanently ink her body.“Okay.”
Kelly walks out with a client she’s finished with. She goes over the care instructions with the customer, and I knock my knee into Jordan’s leg. “You ready?”
“Yes. You’re coming with me, right?”
“Of course.” She visibly relaxes. “I’d never miss a chance to see your tits.”
She narrows her eyes at me, and I stare back until Kelly interrupts. “Hey, where’s my dog?”
Jordan chuckles. “We left her at home, she’s afraid of needles. But if I’m ever out of town again, I’ll let you know.”
Hopefully, that won’t be for a long while.
“Just say when, I’d love to. Chicken Salad was an excellent house guest at Christmas.” Kelly ushers us to her corner of the shop. “So, how are you feeling? Excited?”
Jordan nods. “How bad is the pain?”
Kelly scrunches up her nose and shakes her head. “I’ve had mine done, it’s not bad. How’s your pain tolerance?”
Jordan shrugs. “I’m not sure.”
“It’s high,” I blurt, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees. I have intimate knowledge that this woman can handle pain.
Jordan removes her top and the front-zip sports bra she wore in preparation. She chooses a delicate barbell piercing, and I resist biting my knuckles.
“These look like yours,” she says, waggling her eyebrows at me, then looks over to Kelly. “Great work by the way.”
Kelly chuckles. “Thank you! Are you enjoying them?”
“Very much so.”
“Sharing isn’t always caring,” Logan shouts over the wall.
Jordan laughs and holds her hand out to me, and I sidle up next to her. Kelly goes over the piercing process, and next thing I know, she’s got her nipple clamped in a forceps.
“Deep breath.”
Jordan breathes in and squeezes my hand. I squeeze back, and she looks over at me with a smirk. Her eyes remain locked on mine, she doesn’t so much as flinch when Kelly shoves the fourteen-gauge needle through her nipple.
