Robby Gets a Reminder of Yesterday

The jangle of the front door beckoned his train of thought back.

“Yeah… uhm… I’m not sure of these yet.” Robby replied turning to leave to the front desk and see who had aarived.

“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU AND GIA I DIDN’T WANT TO SEE YOU AROUND HERE!” Margosha felt her curiosity peak, rarely did Robby raise his voice, even rarer towards what she suspected was a customer and never with such a tone giving more the impression of fear, than anger. “KEEP YOUR MONEY! GET LOST! I DON’T NEED THE TROUBLE OF YOUR ANTICS, WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MY BINDERS, OR ANYTHING ELSE!”

As the door chimed Margosha bit her lip with a hundred new questions, wondering even if Robby was talking about the same Gia she was thinking of,

As Robby came back into the parlour Margosha bit her tongue on asking any questions watching Robby pace back and forth anxiously. “Maybe you should head home early. There’s no appointments, I’ll close up the shop.” Margosha offered seeing concern and relief collide on Robby’s face.

“You sure?” Robby responded, his voice sounding strained and tired.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. You said you didn’t sleep well. We’ll settle accounts later.” Margosha replied shooing Robby towards his things. “Go spend time with Heather.”

As Robby left the shop Margosha pulled out her phone and typed a text.

Did something happen between you and Robby?

Having sent her message she sat down to practice doing some minor touch ups on her sleeve, awaiting a reply back.

Off in 30. Will come by to tell you, want to get another piercing.

Margosha shook her head, the shop was supposed to be open for another 3 hours still, she had nothing scheduled, and no explicit instruction Gia wasn’t allowed in. Contemplating back and forth on whether to tell Gia not to come Margosha decided to plead forgiveness if she got flack for letting Gia in.

After all, at least she was getting money for the parlour.

Margosha barely had time to get up as the door chimed her back to reality. Looking her sleeve over she questioned how much she had actually done, the lines seeming better defined, the colours more vivid, her skin alive with a pleasant tingle.

“MARGOSHA!!!” Gia’s enthused voice echoed through the shop as she came straight into the back, arms spread and pulling Margosha into a tight embrace as she got up.

Margosha felt odd with the breasts pressing against her, sitting high in such a low-cut tank top they threatened to spill free with almost too much ease.

“How are ya babe? I was thinking about calling you and trying to get the whole gang together for drinks.” Gia remarked, referencing the circle of goths they hung with in high school.

“I’m good, that sounds fun.” Margosha timidly replied something feeling off balance about the whole thing. Margosha found herself staring Gia up and down questioning if the bombshell of an alt model could be the same girl she used to sit under the stairs with in school.

“Look, can I get some work done while here?” Gia prattled on, “I have a few new piercings I’ve decided to get, and I want to add to this tribal tattoo I got last time.”

Margosha felt some relief that Gia didn’t seem to notice the good long looks Margosha had given her, until a knowing smile and glance seemed to make Margosha’s heart skip.

“Well, I suppose we can start with that… But I want some solid answers and money up front. I g't the vibe you’re in shit with Robby again.” Margosha blurted out nervously point at Gia, her jaw dropping as Gia wrested a roll of cash from too small pocket on her figure hugging ripped black jeans and threw it to Margosha.

“Is this legit?” Margosha asked looking at Gia in disbelief.

“Of course it is, this girl Jennifer helped me find this new self-employed gig.” Gia remarked with a wave of her hand strutting over to a chair with confidence and sexual appeal Margosha couldn’t say she’d ever seen before.

“Are we finally doing your septum?” Margosha asked prepping the gear for the last piercing she recalled Gia ranting about wanting.

“Actually, I want to start with my tongue.” Gia responded with a sexually undertoned excitement and a raise of her eyebrows.

“You know what the possible side effects are?” Margosha asked remembering Gia years ago having a long rant and tirade about tongue piercings being more sexual prop than identifier of individuality and style, the later being of greater priority to Gia.

“Drooling, slurring, lisp, etc… Look, none of that’s going to happen. We got these new quick heal barbells at work. They reduce swelling, and I think it’ll be nice to get some people wondering just what my tongue can do by my playing with it.” Gia remarked suggestively as Margosha tried to shake her disbelief that this was the same Gia she had known since grade 9.

“Alright.” As Margosha got the equipment ready Gia laid back and waited patiently.

Gia had spent the last day learning some of the traits of the corrupted items she’d been selling to the assorted young women who frequented her work. She smiled excitedly as she swore her corrupt earrings enabled her to hear Margosha’s heart rate increasing, breathing deep she consciously could make out the subconscious arousal she was provoking. Smirking to herself she debated a question to listen in on Margosha's sexual thoughts.

One girl had come in having changed to one of these tongue piercings, she had come to complain that she’d found herself unable to resist a new oral fixation her previous piercing hadn’t caused. After meeting with Gia and Jaunie her concerns were resolved.

Gia couldn’t wait to have her own after feeling that corrupted metal ball dance across her clit.

“Okay, this will take only a minute. It will hurt slightly. Now stick out your tongue.” Margosha instructed, pausing as Gia suggestively lapped into the air, her tongue length impressing Margosha slightly as she leaned in and set to work, her mind stirring with desire to kiss Gia.

As Gia’s breath warmly pushed across Margosha’s face as she fought the strange thoughts and foreign desires stirring in her mind. She wanted to taste that tongue upon hers, to delve her tongue into her long-time friend’s mouth deeply and wrestle until pushed back into her own mouth. The way Gia's eyes seemed to glean made Margosha question if Gia knew just what Margosha was thinking, if she would act upon it.

These thoughts were further disturbing as Gia stiffened and moaned in pleasure in response to the procedure, one of Gia’s hands clenching a breast, her areola marking the low-cut top nearly breaching hold over the hardened nipple beneath.

“There all done. I’d ask you now, what went on but your about to start having trouble talking.” Margosha remarked after snapping the barbell closed through Gia’s tongue.

With a manic smile Gia sat up, clicking the piercing she had suggestively implied she would get falsely so many times across her front teeth.

“How about we do my nipples real quick.” Gia remarked reaching for the small bag she had brought with her and pulling two more barbells.

“Okay…” Margosha replied, her voice nervous due to the unexpectedly growing arousal as Gia’s perfectly shapely C cup breasts spilled into view. “Are you sure about this?”

As Margosha cleaned up after the tongue piercing, she questioned herself on the last time Gia got two different piercings within the same month. Gia had a long list of work she alwasy wanted done, but she never rushed any of it. Margosha didn’t have an answer… She contemplated how Robby taught her to talk clients down from rushing work.