Gia and Jaunie Go To Get Work Done

The bell clang out front summoning Robby back from the slow contemplation he was having while staring off into the distance.

Breathing deeply, Rob slowly stood up out of the chair. Glancing at the mirrored wall he straightened his rolled up sleeves, twirled his moustache and stroked his sternum length beard beforr smiling and stepping through the counter to his reception area.

Gia had always considered Robby some sort of cross between a biker, and a Victorian era gentleman. His beard, full tattooed sleeves, and overall build screamed biker. The slicked back hair, twirled moustache, and clothing however seemed more at home in a history book or a steam punk than it did in his parlor.

“GIA! Good to see you! Are you here to get more ink done? Or are you trying to convince me to pierce some drunk guy's prick again?” Robby boisterously greeted, turning from his rather regular visitor to the strangely plain looking woman who had come in with her. “And who do we have here?”

“This is Jaunie, she’s finally decided to discard her mother’s insistence on not adding body modifications.” Gia started before Jaunie looked at her co-worker incredulously.

“I’ve been debating some more interesting piercings or even tatoos for a while. I’ve just been concerned of how they might be received publicly.” Jaunie replied quite flatly, flipping through the binders left on the counter.

“I was thinking something simple, and reversible in case my mother might make it something she’d kick me out over.” Jaunie then remarked warmly to Robby flipping a page and glancing from the photo to Gia, an impressed thought crossing through her mind that these weren’t just stock photos, but actual work Robby had done.

“See someone familiar? Gia here was actually my first industrial piercing. I’m really proud of how that one turned out.” Robby remarked as Gia simply turned her head and pointed to the thin rod through the top of her ear with a laugh.

“Now I’m going to invite you to look through that book back here and to seriously think about what you see. Gia will wait here as per my policy of no peer pressuring.” Robby remarked, pulling the curtain back and bowing with one arm across his stomach. “Stay this time!” He then sternly remarked pointing at Gia before following Jaunie into his parlor.

Jaunie slowly looked around impressed, and surprised by the space.

A barber’s chair, reclining arm chair, and a bench lined the mirrored wall, opposite them was an almost art gallery like wall of portraits, with a red velvet wood accented couch and arm chair.

“Please have a seat in the den. Could I get you a coffee or tea while you consider the work you’d like done?” Robby was well known around town, he had almost greater respect than disdain amongst parents in town because of how thorough he was in making sure the person had seriously considered the work before he ever acted.

Jaunie hmmed and hawed starting to ask questions about what piercing were reversible, what ones weren’t, what Robby thought about a stupid little tattoo idea she once shallowy toyed with getting.

Jaunie however was simply a distraction.

Gia flipped through the art work pages, confident she chose a good place to start. As her hand rested on the fourth page yet she smiled as the tribal symbols seemed to shift form, their english words describing their meanings changing alongside them.

Passion, Joy, Pleasure, the descriptions went on vaguely as the symbols were replaced with arcane marks that could extend the Idol’s influence to the unaware.

As Rob sat on the chair next to Jaunie on the couch he tried to keep his thoughts professional, something not easily done as Jaunie asked if he had a book of genital piercings he had done.

Or how common was it for girls to get tattoos on the mons, ass, tits.

How much would it hurt, how long to recover, would there be swelling.

Passively adjusted himself Robby wondered if Gia had set him up for some sort of prank, most first timers wanting to be in and out with hardly a question about more advanced work.

“What do you think about the historic connections between religion and body modifications?” Jaunie asked as she fished a binder out of the lower shelf of the ornate coffee table labelled scarification.

“Honestly, that’s a rabbit hole better delved into over a drink or three at the bar.” Robby sincerely remarked putting his hand on the latest binder he felt was beyond a first timers need to gaze upon. “Part of why I do these isolated consultations is to ensure that the work I’m doing is PERSONAL. I rarely do names, hardly ever astrological signs, tribal symbols, or kanji without thorough expression.” Robby started passionately stopping to breath deeply. “It is your body, to be done with and used as you choose. But the work I do, should convey who you are, or desire to be as a person. Not some quirky thought of the present.”

“Often tattoos have been used as a means to mark someone’s belonging. I prefer when they have a special definition or meaning to the person. For instance this one here on my right hand, it’s the top of a beanstalk. Growing up my parents frequently read me Jack and the Bean Stalk, and reminded me of how we can all always reach higher.” Robby remarked pointing to the leaf on the back of his hand atop which a child sat, its vine winding around his forearm and into obscurity beneath the rolled up sleeve.

“Are you done chatting, because if she isn’t going to get penetrated I might just have to volunteer for getting some holes filled.” Gia paused amused by how Robby shook his head at her choice of words. “If you aren’t up for it, I could always go for some ink.”

“Gia you know the rules.” Robby began watching as the woman began meandering around his gear looking and touching things. “You know she decided before she came in here, we work together and have been talking piercings and ink for over a year.”

“She's right.” Jaunie quietly interjected.

Before long Robby had figured out what they wanted. As he pierced Jaunie’s eyebrow he found his mind questioning if Gia had somehow gotten hotter.

Trying to ignore the passive brushing of his legs by the woman in the chair, and the way her eyes seemed to shift between his crotch and his face as if asking for permission.

Gia meanwhile pushed her association with Robby and his parlor to new levels, helping hand him items from his tray while doing a poor job of helping Jaunie not twitch. In truth she was corrupting every implement, her mind wondering just what a corrupt piercing could bring about.

Sticking her tongue out at the mirror she debated getting her tongue done, a little something for the boys and girls to enjoy.

But something else had her feeling compelled to get near.

The tattoo gun.

She had already picked out a symbol, and eagerly awaited the chance to get it done.

“Okay, here are some treatment instructions to avoid infection. If you do need to ditch it, it will heal over nicely and can even be redone. Now what did you want Gia?” Robby remarked handing the last of his used tools to Gia as she laid them out to be sterilized on a tray.

Pulling out her phone she presented a picture. “I saw this in your binders up front. I found its meaning of ‘devotion' pretty profound.”

Robby looked at the picture suspiciously, never recalling seeing a tribal emblem with quite the strokes and pattern this one had. “And where are you devoting to get this placed?”