Page 7 of Breaking Vincent
I open the desk drawer and pull out a consent form. “Sure thing. If you can just fill this in for me, then we can get you ready.”
The lady smiles and gently takes the form from my hands. She pulls out a pen from her purse and starts to jot down her information.
After she hands the sheet back over to me, I file it away before directing her towards my piercing station.
As I’m getting my equipment ready, I ask her, “If you can just remove your shirt for me and…” I turn around to find her already shirtless. Her upper body is covered in darkly shaded tattoos. She has a full chest piece which is a love heart with what I believe to be two fingers shoved inside a heavily detailed vagina.
Not my cup of tea, but it looks pretty fucking sick.
“Nice work,” I say, nodding my head at her ink.
She smiles as she looks down at her chest, “Oh, this one?” She uses her fingertips to stoke down her chest, “This one’s Franny.”
Right. Franny the fanny.
“Yeah. It’s uh… realistic.” At least I think it is. I’ve never actually seen a vagina in real life, only that one time when I watched straight people porn.
“Before we get started, do you want your piercings horizontal or vertical?”
The lady thinks for a few seconds before answering, “I think horizontal would look best.”
I use an antiseptic wipe to clean the area of her nipple, allowing the cool air to make the skin perk up. “Can you stand up for me, I need your breasts to sit naturally.”
She stands up and I get to work marking the right spot with my pen. Once that’s done, I check to make sure both sides match up and then have her lay down on the bed.
I unpack all my sterile equipment and make sure my clamps are tightened up enough.
With my needle in one hand and my clamp in the other, I ask, “You ready?”
She takes a few breaths before nodding her head.
I lean over and attach the clamps, “Deep breath in and deep breath out.” And then I quickly push the needle through before putting the jewellery in.
I do the same for the other side and tape a gauze to each fresh piercing.
While she is getting dressed, I explain aftercare and what she can use to keep the piercings clean and then she’s out the door.
The rest of the day carries on as normal. A dozen or so customers come in to get poked and a few people call to book appointments.
By five o’clock I’m ready to call it a day and go home. I wait until Nate has finished the tattoo he’s been working on for the last few hours, before telling him I’m heading out.
“Oh, before you go, I just wanted to let you know Jude and I are having a collaring ceremony at Williams club next month. Jude wants to have it as a fancy-dress type party. It’s an invite only celebration, so I’ll bring an invite for you soon.”
Fuck yeah, that sounds exciting and I already have a few ideas forming in my head for my costume.
Chapter 4 –
David
It’s been just over a week since the interaction between me and the not so gentle giant, and for whatever reason he’s been stuck in my head. I may have been looking over my shoulder every time I went to the café over the past few days, just to see if he was there.
With my work schedule, I tend to sleep in till past midday so I have most likely missed him whenever he was there.
I know I should just forget about him, if we’ve never crossed paths in the time I’ve been living here, it’s probably unlikely to happen again.
With that unsettling thought I start to get ready for my shift at the club. I’m working a closing night again and I’m already drained.
I park my car behind the club in the staff carpark and make my way inside. The club is already filling up with kinksters and thrill seekers, and it's bound to get busier as the night goes on.