Page 105 of Greased

I look at Brandy in horror, “Are you qualified to do that?”

She waves me off as she starts setting her supplies up, wiping down everything with an alcoholic wipe. A needle is pulled out of a plastic wrap.

“Come on babes, titties out and let Mumma get started,” Brandy says as Jen pulls out a seat for me.

“I swear if you disfigure my body Brandy, I will murder you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve done this heaps of times. I’ve got my certificate and everything,” she says as I'm forced to sit down in the chair. I look over at Maxie who has pulled her dress on and nods at me.

“She did mine and I can promise you, she’s a pro.”

I nod my head as I take my bra off, leaving me only in a small thong.

Brandy grabs an alcohol wipe and thoroughly cleans down my nipples. It feels weird having someone other than the boys touching me but with the threat of a needle, I can’t think of much else.

Once Brandy is done prepping me, she puts dots where she wants the piercing to go before using a clamp to hold my nipple in place. I curse as I grip the arms of the chair.

“You’ll be okay. Just take a deep breath and on the count of three I’ll do it.” Brandy reassures me as she kneels down. Her gloved hands grab my nipple as she lines up the needle with the dot she drew on me.

“Okay ready. One…”

“AH FUCK! You said ‘on three’, you bitch!” I yell at the pain in my nipple. I knew nipple piercings would hurt but I didn’t expect the tugging sensation. I don’t know what hurt more. The initial sting or that pulling feeling as the needle pushed through my flesh.

I feel another pulling sensation and I grit my teeth.

“There, all done. Time for the next one.”

“Yeah nah, that’s not happening,” I shake my head as I stand up, grabbing my dress and pulling it on. I lift the dress up over my tits and hiss at the sharp pain of the fabric against the fresh piercing.

“Fucking hell,” I grit my teeth as I slowly fix my dress to my body. Cursing myself for now being resigned to wear something so tight.

“Aw toughen up, Australia.” Rippy slaps my shoulder, “You are one of us now. Officially one of Pinks’ Ladies.”

I can’t help but grin as the girls cheer around me, hooting and celebrating, helping me to feel just that little bit more at home.

Pinks’ is almost shoulder to shoulder when we walk in. It seems to be the hang out place for the entire club even though the clubhouse has a pretty decent bar. Rippy leads us through the crowd before getting frustrated and pulling me to the front.

“Make way for the baby Pres!” she yells at the top of her voice. It seems to do the trick though as the crowd makes way enough for us to find Rhodes, Wyatt and Jethro.

The three of them are sitting at one of the couches surrounding the main stage where one of the girls is currently spinning on the pole.

I pull out a fifty from in between my tits, being careful of my new piercing. I walk up to the stage, waving the note at her. She gracefully slides down the pole before crawling to me. Her bra is already off so I slide my hands down her naked body, tucking the note into the garter around her thigh. She kisses me on the lips making me chuckle.

“Thanks, Scar baby.”

“No worries at all, Pix. You look incredible up there.”

I met Pix during one of the many late-night rehearsals leading up to my initiation a few weeks ago. If it wasn’t for her, I would have looked like a complete novice on the pole.

I hear a grunt and turn to see my five guys staring at Pix and I. Backing away from the stage slowly, I give them a little wave before walking over to the couch where the girls are already sitting with my brother.

Wyatts eyes brighten when he sees me, “Fucking hell, Scar. You look incredible.”

“Thanks baby,” I giggle, kissing his cheek. I squeal as Wyatt pulls me into his lap, turning to look at him as he gives me a kiss on the shoulder. I turn my head, giving a small quirk of my brow at his boldness. His eyes flick to the right and as discreetly as I can, I follow their direction.

A girl I didn’t see on my way over is currently grinding on my brother in the middle of the club. I turn up my nose at the sight.

“Yuck, Rhodes.” I yell over the music, kicking his leg to get my attention. He pauses his make out session to look over at me. “It's family night, get her the fuck out.”

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