Page 21 of Whatever Lola Wants

He nodded. “You heard her, boy. Ten minutes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jamie whispered, head bowed, and headed to the locker room.

Lola turned to Richard. “I need to get my kit. I’ll meet you upstairs?”

She waited for his nod of assent before striding towards the locker rooms. She spotted Grant coming out of the men’s side as she approached.

He frowned at her. “Where’s Anna?”

“Still at the bar,” Lola gestured. “I have to get my kit.”

Grant grinned. “Gonna play?”

“Gonna play,” she grinned back and all but danced her way into the locker room.

The medical room was perfect.

It was set up as an old-fashioned surgical suite, complete with an observation gallery that was already filing with spectators as word got out there was a needle scene happening, and could be arranged according to the user’s needs. There were bright lights and beeping equipment to simulate a surgical setting, and a gynecological table complete with stirrups. The cabinets held various kinds of kinky medical equipment, some of which would make this scene just a little easier.

Enlisting Richard’s assistance, she’d dragged one of the exam tables to the center of the room and locked its wheels to make sure it wouldn’t shift during the scene. The table was equipped with hard points at various intervals along the sides and ends, and Velcro cuffs in several sizes were available. She choose a pair that she thought would fit her needs, and slipped them into the hard points at the table’s mid-point.

She draped the exam table with a sheet of plastic, then a layer of disposable medical pads to absorb any bleeding. The area set, she pulled a stainless-steel prep tray over and began laying out her equipment.

As she worked, she continued her negotiations with Richard.

“He might have some slight marks from this. Is that going to be a problem?"

“Not as long as they’ll be hidden under regular clothes.”

“Is he on any medication?”

Richard shook his head as he watched her separate packages of needles. “No. And he hasn’t had any alcohol tonight.”

She nodded. “Good. No aspirin in the last day or so?”

He shook his head. “He’s actually allergic to aspirin.”

“Any other allergies?”

“No.”

“Good.” She eyed the tray and decided she’d laid out plenty of needles for this scene. “Tell me how he reacts to pain.”

“He tends to struggle at first, before he relaxes into it.”

She pulled out a small sharps container, the spray bottle of isopropyl alcohol, and several individually wrapped alcohol pads. “Sub space?”

Richard shrugged. “Sometimes it can take a while to get there, but it’s worth it.”

She let out a low chuckle at the satisfaction in his voice. “I’ll bet.”

She tugged out a couple of pairs of nitrile gloves and added them to the setup. “That will probably do it,” she decided, and clicked the larger case closed and set it behind the exam table.

She noted they only had a minute or two before Jamie was due to join them, so she turned to Richard. “I’m not going to do much this time around. It’s his first time, and I want it to be a good experience. Are you going to play with him after this?”

Richard frowned. “I’d planned to, yes.”

“Then I’ll definitely keep it light. Just be aware that even experienced bottoms can react intensely to needles. You’ll want to keep an eye out for anything popping up later. Any traumas or triggers I need to be aware of?”

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