Patrick’s Wonder Parlour

“Go left,” the voice ordered.

Sarah followed stiffly, keeping her eyes averted from the other shoppers. This part of the mall looks more abandoned then the rest. Old, closing down stores lined the corridor. But still, she walked on until she was told to stop.

“Go into Patrick’s Parlour. Give your name to the front desk and make sure you see Patrick.”

Sarah followed her orders and walked towards the store. The windows were black and different artwork littered the window. There was one clear sign on the window ‘under 18’s prohibited’. With a deep breath she pushed the door open.

Much like the rest of the mall, this store was empty. A sofa filled the centre but the doors around it were closed.

A woman was sitting behind the front desk, her arms covered in tattoos, her short black hair in pig tails. She was loudly chewing gum, blowing large bubbles every so often as she flicked through a magazine.

Sarah tried not to flinch when she realised it was a porn magazine.

Sarah approached the front desk with her heart starting to pound, “hello,” the girl briefly looked up from her magazine. Her eyes barley visible over her the top. “My name is Sarah, I’m here to see Patrick.”

The woman lowered her magazine as a wicked grin took over her face.

“Are you sure you want to see Patrick?”

Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat, “yes, I’m sure.”

“Alright then,” she leaved forward, placing the magazine on the desk and revealing the top half of her body to Sarah. Once again, she was shocked to see she wasn’t wearing anything. The only items adorning the top half of her body (aside from the tattoos) were two nipple rings, connected with a loose, diamanté chain.

She picked up a phone and pressed one button, “Master, you have a Sarah here to see you,” the person on the other end spoke, “I understand.” Her eyes shoot to you, “follow me.” She slowly stands, and walked away from the counter. Sarah didn’t fail to notice that her chair, wasn’t a chair at all but sex device. The dildo on it shining in the light.

Sarah quickly followed the woman. Trying not to stare at her. Once again, she was hardly dressed from the waste down. A garter belt with a pair of fishnet stocking and red heels.

She approach the door furthest towards the back. She knocked one and waited for a muffled voice told her to enter.

“Ah,” a man voice echoed loudly around the room as you entered. Cupboards lined the walls and a black leather chair was perched in the centre. “It’s lovely to finally meet you Sarah. We’ve had your package on standby for a while now.”

You finally saw him, dark hair and matching eyes. He looked like a typically tattoo artist, if not a bit more muscular.

His eyes shot to the woman behind you, “when you leave, you may orgasm.” You hadn’t even realised she’d move behind you. She nodded but didn’t move.

“Now,” he gesture to the large leather chair, as his eyes shot to yours, “sit.” Despite his polite tone, you knew it was an order. You approached cautiously and sat on the very edge. “Let’s get right to the point, we were given some instructions for you. You are about to get a piercing or two. But, if you want to decide where, then you have to do something for me.”

Sarah’s heart starting beating faster again, so this is what the voice wanted.

Sarah managed to find her voice, “what do I have to do?”

“It’s all a technicality, you just need to say yes or no. Or maybe you’re not used to bodily piercings, hm?” His eyes never left hers, “would you like to see some of my work first? To give you some incentive?”

Sarah wasn’t sure that what she wanted or if she could even choose! It wasn’t like what to pick for dinner. This was permanent. What’s worse, it wasn’t her choice to start with.