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displays the art
on his muscular arms. I don’t linger too long on his left, which has a
half-sleeve tribal tat. It’s the right one that’s gripped my attention.
Intricately designed female angels, all in black with shading, cover his skin
from shoulder to wrist.
    “Thank you,” he says. The
sweet smile he offers takes shape with slender, soft looking lips. They
probably feel better than the most luxurious silk in existence.
    “Are they your only ones?”
    “No, I also have one on my
back.”
    “Do you think we could see
it?” I ask, before my mouth and brain connect. I glance in Su’s direction,
sitting to his right. She’s still enthralled by the angels.
    “Sure. How ‘bout we get you
done first.”
    “Okay.” And right now that
awful twisting of my gut returns.
    “So do you know what tattoo
you want?”
    “I’d like to have ‘Love’
written on the side of my right foot,” I point to the spot, exposed by my
flip-flops, “in a rose vine. I’ve seen a few designs that I like, but I’m open
to suggestions, if you have any.” 
    “Sure, that’ll be easy
enough.”
    We discuss my piercings, and
the thoughts of pain – again – temporarily distract me from the knowledge that
this beautiful man is going to see my tits. Right up until now; when he stands
up. I feel sick.
    Joe moves the tray with all
his equipment closer to the table and pulls on his gloves.
     I close my eyes,
breathe in a deep-dose of sterile air, and just go for it, stripping from the
waist up; T-shirt, bra. Shit.
    Thankfully, the room is
warm.

Seven: Joe
    I’m trying to approach the situation as I have with
all the other nipple piercings I’ve done. Who am I kidding? This is in no way
the same. I’ve carried out this procedure on countless women, but providing
such a service for this funky little angel doesn’t compare. I don’t know what
it is, but there’s something about her. Part of me wondered after our first
encounter whether I imagined her, she seemed too good to be true.
    She isn’t beautiful in a
blatant, super model type way, many women like that have come to our studio
before. I’ve done a lot more than pierce those types of ladies, too. Callie is
striking and unique, with big, mesmerizing eyes the color of toffee. She’s got
the sweetest nose and full, alluring lips, all captured in a heart shape face.
The cotton candy colored hair adds edginess, but doesn’t take away her
gentle-femininity. And, fuck me, damn her tits are edible. They’re neither
large nor small, they’re perky and a perfect fit for her small frame. A perfect
fit for my hands.
    Could she be any more ideal
to me?
    With my professional head on
and blocking out any type of thoughts that are likely to have my cock
responding to the female in front of me, I position the forceps over her right
nipple. I put the needle in place, ready to penetrate – bad choice of words.
“Wait. Shit,” Callie says, slapping her hands over her eyes and holding them
there. “I will do this. I will.”
    “It’s okay, we’ll take our
time.” I ease the instrument away, giving her space. I need space, too, I feel
like an adolescent fucking boy who’s never seen real-life breasts before.
    “If it’s really bad, I’m
stopping at one. One will be fine. Why the hell do I want both done, anyway?”
I’d laugh at her indecisive reaction if she wasn’t so nervous; she’s way too
cute.
    “Every woman I’ve done this
for so far said it wasn’t as bad as they thought it would be.”
    “I heard that, too. I’m sure
it’ll be okay, it’s just the build-up, you know.”
    “You can do it,” Su adds. I
smile at her friend as she reaches out and holds Callie’s wrist, stroking the
back of it with her thumb.
    Callie lowers her hands and
looks at Su.
    Now she looks at me –
straight in the eyes.
    Something hits me. I don’t
know what, but something. It’s the second time she’s done this to me since I
sat down in front of her.
    “Right. Let’s do this,”