A Surprise At the Tattoo Parlour

The tattoo place was just called ''Amy's'', and was situated on the side of a very normal looking street. It was a small building, not exactly squat, but nor was it open and welcoming to the public. As soon as she stepped out of the car, Lisa started to get looks. After all, she was brazenly naked, people couldn't help but stop to stare, their eyes sweeping over her body and face. Some of them kept going, but others stopped to gape and gawk. Diana felt the back of her neck prickling in annoyance, but said nothing so as to not make a bigger deal of it for her twin, who was doing her best to ignore it.

People might not have known exactly how Lisa was, but her collar identified her as a college ****, which meant that she was allowed to be outside naked. That didn't stop people from stopping and looking though, and the two twins hurried to the door of the tattoo parlour, shoving it open roughly, and then moving forward into the reception area.

Diana was looking around as soon as the door closed. The atmosphere of the room was comfortably warm. Immediately in front of them, there was a reception desk, and beyond that, there was a work area, where needles and tools were made ready. There were several beds or chairs for people to sit in while work was done.

Behind the desk, there was a receptionist. A pretty red-head with long hair, and freckles. She had green eyes, and was looking at them with a slight amount of surprise and disbelief.

"It's okay." Lisa said, moving forwards. The urge to cover herself was strong, but she resisted it, letting the receptionist see her naked body as she gestured to her collar. "My name is Lisa, and I'm a ****..."

Diana saw how saying those words affected her sister, the way her eyes narrowed, the way she almost spat it out as she gestured to the collar which identified her.

"I think you have an appointment for me?"

"Hmmmm. " The receptionist said, looking over a small book of hand written notes. Diana saw that she was dressed in a light and flowing top, and a short semi-transparent dress which showed her legs. "Yes, yes, I think I see you here. You're here to get piercings aren't you? With your sister?"

"That's right." Diana said. "I'm her twin, Diana. We've come together."

The receptionist frowned for a moment, as though something was not quite right, but then it flowed away, and she nodded instead as if everything was exactly as it should be.

"Amy will be with you in a moment. She's the one who owns the parlour, and she likes to do work like this herself. My name is Elana. Would you like me to show you where to wait?"

"Please." Diana said, her chest felt tight, and her tongue was dry. She tried not to show how nervous she was, and to her credit, she didn't. But she still felt all hot inside, tingles running across the surface of her skin at the thought of what was about to be done to her. Elana led the way, moving from the front desk, and bringing the two of them deeper into the parlour. Diana felt someone take hold of her hand, and looked down as Lisa gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"We're doing it together, right?"

"Yeah." Diana said, feeling a little better, "Together."

The two of them followed Elana as she led them past the bays of beds and chairs. She spoke happily as she went, telling them that usually the store would be more busy, but because of how important this was, Amy had made sure that she would handle it personally, with no distractions.

Elana moved a bit oddly, Diana noticed, because she tended to notice things about people. She walked with an almost exaggerated carefulness. The sort of thing which had long since become ingrained into her, but which had affected the way she moved.

"The two of you will be pierced here." Amy said, gesturing to the back of the studio, where two beds had been made ready. Both Lisa and Diana noted the same thing at the same time, turning to look at Elana.

"There are cuffs for your arms and legs."

"Yes." Elana said, nodding, "I'm afraid we sort of need them for this sort of work. Not for the breasts, but for the other piercing. Vaginal piercings can be tricky you see, and if someone can't handle pain, or panics, then they could really do some damage, so..."

"Cuffs." Diana said, eyeing them with distaste. "I suppose it makes sense."

"They're not so bad," Elana said. "A little bit restrictive, but not as cold or hard as metal ones, and you still have a bit of movement. it's not like we're trying to keep you prisoner or anything, we just want you to be still for a few minutes."

Somewhere nearby, Diana heard the sound of a door opening. Elana beamed.

"Ah, that's them there! Amy is on her way now, along with your sister's master."

"My sister's master?"

"Is that a problem?"

Diana said nothing, swinging towards the sound of the door, where the woman called Amy was approaching them. She was shorter than Elana, and more wiry, with short cut red hair, and a serious look on her face.

Following behind her, there came David, but even this wasn't the end, because following behind _him, _there came Lillian. Dark haired, paled skinned, and wearing a dark dress with edged white. And to complete the nightmare, following her on hands and legs, Stacy.

David smirked as he saw Diana's face, and though he didn't say it, she could practically read his thoughts.

You didn't think I was just going to miss this, did you?