Page 8 of Born into Mayhem
Sasha speaks in Russian from where he’s standing near a wall of photos showing off Benny’s latest work. “You sure about this, little witch?”
“Yeah,” I tell him.
“And people say I’m crazy,” he mutters before switching to English and saying, “I’ll be over here if you need me.” He grabs a few albums and sits down in a chair by the front door. Svetlana designs all our tattoos, but he still likes to look through Benny’s work to get new ideas for things.
“We won’t be long,” Benny tells him.
Sasha meets my eyes, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. “Have fun, little witch.”
I give him a thumbs up and follow Benny and Molly to the back room. He hands me the paperwork to fill out, and once I’ve signed and handed it over, I’m instructed to undress from the waist down and get in the chair.
“Kind of like getting a pap smear,” Molly tells me, “but the results are way more fun.”
I shed my clothes, ignoring the embarrassment and hop into the seat. They both put on a pair of sterile gloves, and while Benny opens up a fresh needle, Molly asks, “How are the nipple piercings? All healed?”
“Finally,” I say while letting her put my feet up so my knees are spread wide and I’m on full display. I’ve been shaving for years, so there’s nothing to hide me from view. A genital piercing is kind of an all-or-nothing thing. You can’t go into it with any sort of modesty.
“This will heal much faster,” Benny tells me. “Eight weeks tops, possibly even as fast as a month. We’ll give you a bunch of info before you leave about keeping it clean and what you can and can’t do.”
“This will also hurt a lot less,” Molly says. “Nipples hurt way worse.”
I don’t mind the pain, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit nervous about having such a delicate spot punctured with a needle.
Benny and Molly are complete professionals as they get me properly cleaned with antiseptic. Benny looks me over, making sure I’m a good candidate for a piercing, and when he says, “Yeah, this’ll work,” I let out a relieved breath. After all this stress, I’d hate to have to call it quits because my hood is too small or tight to accommodate a piercing.
“You still want the curved titanium barbell with the cute pink gems on either end?” Molly asks.
“Yeah,” I tell her, already so excited to see what it’ll look like.
“Okay, Mia,” Benny says, “This won’t take long at all.”
I focus on the ceiling and take in a deep, steadying breath just like Dario taught me to do before going in for an attack. I’m momentarily distracted when his gorgeous face pops into my head, but then Benny’s putting the needle through, and all I can do is hiss out a breath while resisting the urge to kick him in the throat and close my legs.
“All done,” he says, patting my knee.
Molly grins and hands me a mirror. “Wanna see?”
I take the mirror and angle it so I’m getting my first look at my pierced pussy. I’m a bit red and slightly swollen, but there’s no hiding my smile when I see the pink stones sparkling above and below myclitoral hood. It looks sexy as hell, and the residual throbbing soreness is nothing compared to how amazing this looks.
Without warning, Dario’s face is back in my mind, and I can’t help but wonder what he’d think about this. Something tells me he’d like it, but it’s not like I’ll ever know. I’ve had a crush on him for years, and now that I’m perfectly legal, I’ve been testing the waters. So far he hasn’t taken the bait. I ignore the irritation I start to feel when I think about his text. The nerve of him to tell me I’d let my guard down. I swear he said it just to piss me off. I’d rewatched that video several times, and I didnotlet my guard down.
Forcing him from my mind, I smile at Molly and hand the mirror back. “I love it. Thank you both so much.”
Benny sprays me with a saline spray, and then he starts going over all the rules. I learn what I need to do to avoid infection, and I’m under strict orders to not do anything sexual for at least a month. Jokes on them because I’ve never done anything sexual, but it also means I can’t masturbate, and that is a problem. I may not be sexually active yet, but my sex drive is high, and a daily orgasm is number one on my list of must-haves.
It looks like I have a real fun month ahead of me.
I’m a bit sore when I put my clothes back on and make my way to the front counter. Before I can pay, Sasha hands them several hundreds, covering the cost of the piercing plus a sizable tip. They’re worth it, though. Benny and Molly are the best.
I thank them again and say, “I’m sure we’ll be back soon.”
Benny sits back down on his stool while Molly wraps her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder as she gives Sasha and me a smile. “Of course you will be. Customers for life, you two.” She smiles even bigger when we both nod in agreement, because she’s right. It’s in our blood. I’m not sure what the hell happened to Natalya, but she’s never been inked or pierced beyond her ears. It’s unnatural, but she won’t listen to me.
Giving them a wave, I walk out after Sasha, and it isn’t until I’m eyeing his big motorcycle that I realize this may not have been the bestplan. “We should’ve taken a car,” I say, eyeing the tiny seat I’m going to be balancing on. Fuck, this is going to hurt.
Sasha laughs and hands me my helmet. “Come on. I’ll go slow. We need to check on Chort. He gets destructive if he’s left alone for too long.”
“I think he’s just destructive,” I say, shoving the helmet on over my head and bracing myself for the upcoming pain.
