20 - Piercings

*Tats, I know why the girls are there. What do you think Trigg would say about you refusing? And what do you think Camille will do with her father’s blessing? – Sid*
It was not the first time that the Musketeers and the girls had been in the Trio Tattoo and Piercing Parlor. It was not even the first time that they had gotten piercings. Last year after prom, Molly had taken the Musketeers in and paid for them to receive their halo.
The halo was something that you earned. They never said what it was that they did to earn the golden earrings. Honestly, the girls probably did not want to know. But they correctly assumed that it had something to do with the fact that the three boys that attacked Camille had all died that night.
Both girls had been here just over two years ago with Eliza when their moms brought them to get their belly buttons pierced. They all also had a few tattoos. Before the weekend was over, they would all have a Devil’s Saints patch tattoo.
Except for Camille, she instead had DS with horns on the outside of the upper corners and the S ended in a devil’s tail that wrapped around the straight line of the D. The musketeers could easily cover their tattoos for football or the military. But some of the swimsuits that she wore for competitions, and even for practice, were very revealing and not much skin was covered.
Certain tattoos, patches included, could be considered gang affiliation. Because of this, until she was out of college, and no longer competing in swim and dive, she would not be able to have an actual patch tattoo.
Standing off to the side, near the reception desk, the five of them stood watching Dino, Rocky and Gremlin arguing over who was going to pierce the two girls. The musketeers had already had their nipples pierced and Prince Alberts installed. They stood slightly uncomfortable as they all tried to find the best position to be in.
An emphatic ‘NO!’ came from one of the trio, causing the five of them to shake their heads. Sighing, Athos shifted, groaned and then shifted again.
“Who the hell had this brilliant idea?” he grumbled.
“The sadistic bitch,” Porthos pointed to Priscilla.
“I rather enjoyed the ummm… attachment?” she blushed.
“I didn’t think that Leo was pierced.” Aramis said with a knowing look.
Biting her lower lip, a small smile slowly crawled up her face. “He’s not.”
“Wait,” Porthos lowered his voice, “sorry, I’m stealing Sid’s phrase. You cashed your card with someone other than Leo?”
Priscilla nodded slightly. “No, I’m not telling you. Don’t ask.”
“Does this mean that your done with him for good?” Porthos asked with a grin that made him look a little too happy.
Aramis shook his head as he backhanded his friend in the chest. Porthos doubled over in pain and Athos covered up his laugh by coughing into his fist.
Tats walked into the building after going across the street to get something to drink. He rolled his eyes as he walked around the counter to look and see if he had any walk-ins in the seven minutes that he was gone.
“What the hell are they still fighting about?” Tats asked motioning to the three across the room. He took a drink of his bottled soda as he dropped the package of Twizzlers on the appointment calendar in front of Heather who squealed in excitement.
“Who’s going to pierce my pussy.” Priscilla lamented.
“Spew that soda all over me or my desk and I will pierce your asshole shut.” Heather warned and Tats forced the soda down his throat even though it wanted to spray out of his mouth in shock.
“Mine too, but yeah, they’re all wigged out over doing their niece’s pussy and nipples.
“We’ll settle this.” Tats declared as he pulled his phone out of his cut pocket and moved out of the way.
At the same time, Ink’s appointment walked in, and Heather moved over to take care of the woman. The musketeers shuffled over out of the way and the two teens chuckled at them as they also shifted to the side.
“Hey, Sid. Musketeers are up here with the girls.” They watched as Tats paled slightly and then swallowed hard as fearful eyes landed on Camille. “Yeah… no. Yes, ma’am. Anything that they want.”
With a look of fear in his eyes, he hung up the phone and motioned for the girls to follow him to his room. Pointing to the table in the center of the room, he started to set up to do the piercings. Priscilla climbed up on the table as the other four squeezed into the small room.
“Are two you sure you want to go through this?” he asked as he picked out the slave rings and needles.
“It’s too late,” Aramis declared, “these two talked us into it, they’re getting the same shit. If I can’t have sex, neither can they.”
“You seem to think that either of them have sex.” Porthos laughed.
Turning around, Tats looked at the three men. “If they say to get out…”
“Please, they’ve seen more of the two of us than anyone else in the club.” Priscilla laughed as she pulled off her T-shirt and tossed it to Aramis. Before she could reach behind her, Athos quickly unsnapped her bra.
She had forgotten about the hickeys and small bruises from two nights before. Realizing what they were seeing, she shrugged her shoulder and nonchalantly took off the black lace bra.
“You should see the other guy.”
“I don’t want to see the other guy when Leo finds out.” Tats laughed, assuming that it had been her long-term on again off again boyfriend that had left the marks.
“There’s not a property patch or wedding ring on me. But there is a Saints’ patch.” Priss pointed out with a cold tone.
“Yes, ma’am.” Tats replied as he moved over to mark her nipples.
Camille gave her friend a look and Priscilla gave a tiny shake of her head. Camille was one of the few people who knew who had left the marks on her friend. She was certain that the Pretties knew, but they would not press. And she did not have to press, Priscilla told her everything.
Just as Camile told Priscilla everything.
They both knew each other’s deep dark secrets. And those secrets would never be revealed by either friend. Not even under the threat of torture or death.
Not that either of them had any reason to worry about torture or death.
“Okay,” Tats said as he swapped out his gloves and pulled the tray closer to him, “lay back.”
She did as he said, and he warned her that it would hurt and not to move. With a single nod, she let him know that she was prepared. Halfway through the first nipple, a single tear slipped out of her eye.
“Almost there.” He told her as he slipped the ring in and closed it around the steel ball. The second nipple drew a soft squeal from her. He placed the second ring as a few more tears slid down into her hair. “Deep breath, sweetheart.”
“Mother fucker.” Priscilla hissed out.
“All right, bra and shirt on and pants and panties off.”
The musketeers chuckled as she redressed and undressed. Tats swapped gloves again and moved to the end of the table. He positioned her exactly how he wanted her and told her to clamp her legs down onto the sides of the table.
“Oh, shit!” she said as Tats chuckled.
“Yeah, orgasms are common with the clit piercings.” He said as he placed the ring and then cleaned her up.
“That’s so not fair.” Aramis grumbled.
“You think that’s not fair? Wait until she gets on her bike with that.” Tats smirked as the two girls grinned at each other.
Camille and Priscilla swapped places as Tats got the next set of rings and needles ready. He marked her nipples, and she laid back. With the clamp in place, she gave a small whimper.
“You good?” Tats asked and she grinned at him. “Oh. You good.”
With her thighs clenched together as she let out a soft cry of pleasure as he pierced her first nipple. Her friends watched her second nipple was pierced and she began panting.
“Can’t wait to see how wet those panties are.” Tats teased as he moved to do her hood piercing.
“Not wearing any.” She admitted as she got into position.
“Damn, Camille, you could make a Saint forget that you’re my president’s daughter.” He admitted as he adjusted himself before pulling on fresh gloves.
With the intimate piercing, he had to have her legs held down so that she didn’t come off the table. Athos and Porthos both watched as her juices covered Tats’ hands as he worked.
“Beautiful, sweetheart.”