Next stop tattoos & piercings

As Leslie drove to there next stop Brandy tried her best to get Leslie to tell where they were going. But Leslie wouldn’t budge. As Leslie pulled into the parking lot Brandy’s eyes lit up. The neon sign flashed tattoos and piercings here.

Brandy's fingers dug into the car seat as she read the flashing neon again—Tattoos & Piercings Here—the pink and blue light flickering across her stunned face. "No way," she breathed, shaking her head so hard her curls bounced. Leslie cut the engine with a smirk, turning to face her fully. "Oh yes way," she said, slow and deliberate, pulling a folded note from her jacket pocket. The paper crinkled as she waved it teasingly. "Craig left very specific instructions for you." Brandy lunged for it, but Leslie yanked it back, laughing as she unfolded it herself.

Leslie held the note just out of reach, her smirk widening as Brandy strained against her seatbelt. "Relax," she teased, unfolding the paper with deliberate slowness. The neon glow painted stripes across the handwritten words as Leslie cleared her throat dramatically. "Don't you worry—" she read, her voice dropping into a poor imitation of Craig's gruff tone, "—my girl Tammy will take real good care of you."

Brandy's stomach lurched. "Tammy?" she squeaked, twisting to peer through the rain-speckled windshield at the shop's blacked-out door.

The door of the shop swung open with a jingle of bells, revealing Tammy leaning against the frame. Neon light glinted off the silver hoop in her nose and the delicate chains connecting her ear piercings. Her fitted black tank top showed off full sleeves of intricate ink—roses, skulls, and swirling patterns that disappeared beneath the rolled cuffs. "Well, well," she drawled, eyeing Brandy's white-knuckled grip on the Leslie’s arm, "you must be the special appointment." A grin spread across her round, dimpled cheeks as she tapped a finger against the tattoo gun tucked into her belt. "Craig said you'd be... squirmy."

Tammy’s grin widened as she beckoned Brandy inside with a crook of her finger. The shop smelled like antiseptic and incense, the walls plastered with flash art of daggers, snakes, and delicate script. Brandy’s sneakers squeaked against the sterile tile as Tammy guided her to the black leather table, its surface gleaming under the surgical lights.

Leslie leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching as Tammy smoothed a fresh sheet of paper over the table. "Here," she said, sliding Craig’s note across to Tammy, who plucked it up between ringed fingers.

Tammy’s dark eyes flicked over the words, her smirk turning wicked. "Ohhh, boy," she drawled, dragging out the word as she looked up at Brandy with a glint of mischief. "You’re getting the special." She tapped the note against her palm before tossing it onto the counter, where it landed with a soft flutter.

Brandy’s breath hitched. "The—the what?"

Tammy stepped closer, the chains on her belt jingling as she hooked a finger into the collar of Brandy’s shirt, tugging her toward the table. "Nipples, belly button and clitoris." she said, popping the p with a grin.

Tammy’s fingers lingered on Brandy’s collar for a heartbeat before she stepped back and gestured toward the table. "Clothes off," she said, her voice low and amused. "All of it."

Brandy’s pulse thundered in her ears as she hesitated, her fingers trembling at the hem of her top. Leslie let out a soft, encouraging whistle from the corner, and Tammy arched a brow, waiting.

With a shaky exhale, Brandy peeled the fabric up and over her head, the cool air of the shop prickling against her bare skin, as she stripped off her pants then her bra and panties.Tammy’s gaze flicked downward, as lingering appreciatively before she nodded toward the table.

Tammy's gloved fingers were cool against Brandy's skin as she traced the outline of one pert nipple, already stiff from the shop's chill. "Perfect canvas," she murmured, her breath warm against Brandy's collarbone as she leaned in with an **** swab. Tammy's laugh curled like smoke in the neon-lit air as she pressed the first marker dot against flushed pink skin.

The needle's metallic glint caught the neon light as Tammy positioned it just above Brandy's left nipple. "Breathe in," she murmured, her voice steady as the hum of the tattoo gun filled the room. Brandy's chest hitched—cold, sharp antiseptic, then the unbearable pressure of Leslie's hand gripping hers. "Look at me," Leslie ordered, squeezing tighter as the first pinch burned like a match strike. Brandy gasped, her back arching off the table as Tammy's fingers steadied her, the needle sinking deeper with a practiced twist.

The needle lifted and Tammy sat back, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow as she admired her work. "Gorgeous," she murmured, tilting Brandy's left nipple toward the light where the fresh barbell glinted, the swollen skin flushed an angry pink. Tammy reached for the antiseptic again, the cotton swab grazing the untouched right nipple—already pebbled tight with anticipation. "Halfway there, sweetheart," Tammy cooed, snapping fresh gloves into place before positioning the needle again. Brandy whimpered as Leslie's fingers laced through hers, squeezing hard enough to grind bone against bone.

Tammy leaned in, her gloved fingers spreading Brandy’s right nipple taut. A whimper escaped Brandy’s lips as the cold steel tip pressed in—sharp, then searing—her back arching off the table as the pain radiated in white-hot waves. Leslie’s grip on her hand tightened, knuckles grinding together. Tammy’s hum deepened as she guided the needle through with practiced precision, the barbell’s silver ball catching the neon light when she screwed it into place.

Tammy with a satisfied hum, her gloved fingers gently tilting Brandy’s chin upward. "Take a look, sweetheart," she murmured, reaching for a handheld mirror from the tray beside her. The glass fogged slightly from her breath as she angled it downward, the reflection catching the neon glow.

Brandy’s breath hitched as the mirror revealed her swollen, glistening nipples—each crowned with a delicate silver barbell, the metal gleaming against her flushed skin. A bead of blood welled at one piercing, trembling before Tammy dabbed it away with a cotton swab.

Tammy’s fingers trailed down Brandy’s quivering stomach, the latex glove catching slightly on the damp sheen of nervous sweat. "Okay now to your belly button," she murmured, tapping the hollow dip with a fresh marker. The ink bloomed in a tiny blue dot as Brandy’s breath stuttered, her ribs rising sharply under Leslie’s steadying palm.

The needle’s hum filled the room again, vibrating through the tray of sterile tools. Tammy pressed a thumb just below Brandy’s navel, stretching the skin taut. "Breathe out slow," she instructed, the needle hovering—then piercing in one fluid motion.

Tammy’s fingers stilled as the needle withdrew, leaving behind a glinting captive bead ring nestled in the hollow of Brandy’s navel. A thin trail of blood welled along the curve of the jewelry, quickly blotted away by Tammy’s practiced swipe of antiseptic. "Perfect," she murmured, tilting Brandy’s hips slightly to admire the way the metal caught the neon light, the swollen skin around it flushed a deep, feverish pink.

Brandy’s breath came in shallow hitches, her stomach quivering under Tammy’s touch as the last echoes of the piercing’s burn radiated through her.

Tammy's gloved fingers trailed lower, the latex catching on the damp curls between Brandy's thighs. "Last one, sweetheart," she murmured, her thumb brushing the swollen bud already pebbled tight with anticipation. The antiseptic stung—cold and sharp—as she swabbed the delicate flesh, Brandy's hips jerking involuntarily against the table.

The needle's hum vibrated through the room again, louder now in the hush of held breaths. Tammy's free hand spread Brandy wider, her grip firm as she positioned the steel tip against the quivering apex. "Look at me," Leslie whispered, squeezing Brandy's hand until her knuckles bleached white.

The needle pressed in—a white-hot sting that made Brandy's thighs jerk—then the pain crested, twisted, and suddenly her back arched off the table with a gasp. The vibration of the needle blurred into something else entirely, her clit throbbing around the metal as waves of heat pulsed through her. Tammy's grip tightened, holding the jewelry steady as Brandy's hips lifted, her toes curling against the vinyl padding. A choked moan escaped her lips, her body seizing as the pain melted into a sharp, shocking climax, her thighs trembling against Tammy's wrists.

“Oh, baby girl," Tammy purred, her thumb circling the glistening barbell now nestled in Brandy's throbbing flesh. "You're not the first one I've made cum doing this." The latex of her glove squeaked as she adjusted the jewelry, sending another shudder through Brandy's oversensitive body. Neon light caught the sweat beading along Brandy's collarbone as she panted, her thighs still twitching against the table's edge.

Leslie's laugh was low and knowing, her fingers loosening just slightly around Brandy's—now slack—hand. "Told you she was good," she murmured, brushing a damp strand of hair from Brandy's forehead.

Tammy lifted the mirror again, its edge cool against Brandy’s trembling fingers as she angled it downward. The glass fogged with each shaky exhale, but not enough to obscure the glint of metal—three silver points of light against her flushed skin. Her left nipple still throbbed, the barbell’s ball smeared faintly pink where Tammy hadn’t quite wiped all the blood away. The right one looked worse, the swollen areola puckered tight around the jewelry like a flower gripping its stem.

Then lower—her navel, the captive bead ring nestled deep in the hollow, the skin around it stretched shiny and taut.

The mirror trembled in Brandy’s grip as she angled it lower, her breath catching when the reflection revealed the slick, swollen bud of her clitoris—now pierced through the hood with a delicate curved barbell. The metal glistened, still wet with antiseptic, her flushed lips parted around it as though gasping. A thin thread of arousal stretched between her thighs when she shifted, the jewelry catching the light with every shallow, involuntary twitch.

Tammy’s thumb pressed just above the fresh piercing, testing the tension of the skin, and Brandy whimpered as the movement sent a jolt through her—half pain, half electric pleasure.

“It feels good, don’t it, baby girl?" Tammy murmured, her thumb still circling the barbell with deliberate, teasing pressure. Brandy’s breath hitched—half gasp, half moan—as another jolt of sensation rippled through her, her thighs tensing against the table’s edge. The pain had blurred into something else entirely now, her clit throbbing in time with her pulse, the metal a searing-hot brand that sent sparks up her spine with every shift of Tammy’s fingers.

"Now for your tattoos," Tammy said, wiping her gloved hands on a fresh towel before peeling off the latex with a snap. Brandy blinked up at her, still dazed, the cold air prickling her sweat-slicked skin. "Tattoos?" she breathed, her voice hoarse.

Leslie squeezed her fingers. "Yes, dear. You’re getting two—but you get to choose."

Tammy rolled her stool closer, the wheels squeaking against the floor as she pulled a binder from the shelf. The pages whispered as she flipped them open, revealing sheets of delicate designs—swirling vines, thorned roses, intricate lace patterns that made Brandy’s pulse flutter.