Your sister is dragging you to this thing she's performing at. Or teaching at. Or something.
And really, she's not even really dragging you there. Rose never drags. It's more of she invited you to come and keeps reminding you that it's something to do if you don't have anything going on this Friday night.
You don't.
So you find yourself in your bedroom wearing a black sleeveless halter top and a pink mini skirt. "Minimal dress preferred" she says. This is about as minimal as it gets without just going out in your bra and panties. You clack your tongue ring to your teeth and consider wearing a sweater or something.
"Fuck it." You say instead and leave.
The address she texted you takes you to this club downtown and when you get inside it smells of leather and disinfectant. There seem to be different areas sectioned off for different things. There's an area in the corner where a young redheaded woman, probably a couple years younger than you, is suspended from the ceiling by rope and a girl with short blue hair is in the process of having an intricate harness tied around her torso. You look around some more and find an area with a woman in a catsuit displaying whips and riding crops and paddles.
And then you see your sister. She's sitting next to what looks like a purple exam table, talking to a young couple. You walk up to her station and when she sees you she smiles and holds up a finger, telling you to wait until she's done talking.
"Depending on the gauge of needle you use, the pain ranges anywhere from a pleasant sting to an intense stabbing. For beginners, I would start off with something smaller, maybe a 25 gauge, and then work your way up if you like it. You can buy clean needles online from many different sites, many of them having different color hubs available. I'm actually about to teach a small class if you'd like to come back and watch." They nod to her and make their way to another area. She waves to you and you walk over to her and give her a hug.
She gives you an apologetic look.
"I need your help." She says and you raise your brow and look to the small table full of colorful needles and back to her.
"Uuuuhhhh…with what?"
"I originally had a girl coming in tonight to be my bottom to demonstrate needle technique but she messaged me half an hour ago saying she couldn't make it." She tilts her head down and looks up at you with big wet eyes.
"So you want to stab me. A lot."
"Come on Roxy, you have 13 piercings so you somewhat know what it's like already. These are a smaller gauge than piercing needles anyway, they won't be as intense." You look to the needles packaged on the table again. The colors are really pretty.
"Alright, Rosey, but it better look bitchin'." She laughs into the back of her hand and nods.
"Where do you want them?"
"Where should I?"
"I bet it'd look really good around your nipple." She tempts. A shrill laugh comes out of you and you nod.
"Y'know what? Fuck it. I'm yours, sis."
She raises the back of the table a bit and you sit down, getting comfortable. A small group starts to gather around the table, though standing about 5 feet away, and Rose squirts some hand sanitizer in her hands before sliding on black medical gloves. She asks you to pull down your tube top and you tug it so that it hugs your ribs, right under your boobs. She unwraps five needles, three long with a purple top and two shorter with pink.
She gets the attention of her class, introduces herself and you and goes through the steps of disinfecting the area. You squeal a bit when she swabs something cold on your boob and the group laughs. She pinches up some skin about an inch above your areola.
"Breathe in," She tells you and you do. "Breathe out." and when you do you feel a pinch and some stinging and it's really not too much different then getting your ears pierced. Definitely not as painful as getting your nipples pierced. Rose goes on to tell the crowd about the needle she just used. She lifts the skin to the left of your nipple and you go through the same process: breathe in, breathe out, ouch, over. Though this time, it sends a little buzz rushing though your brain. She does one more purple needle to the right and this time you gasp a bit.
"How are you doing, Roxy? Are you feeling okay?"
"Better than ok, sis. Awesome." She laughs softly and explains to the "class" that the brain is taking the pain and compensating with endorphins, probably giving you some sort of high. She's right.
She picks up a pink one and you get excited. It's your favorite color!
The skin she picks up is about half way between the left and center needle and also just a tad closer to your nipple. You breathe without her instruction and when it goes in, you grip the fabric of your skirt and yelp. She repeats the process on the other side and when she's done you slump in the chair. She laughs and pats your leg with the back of her hand.
You close your eyes and enjoy the calm thrumming in your body as she answers some questions from the class. All the inquires seem to be satisfied and you hear crinkling as she unwraps something.
"For removal, be sure to go slow and gentle." You look down and she pinches the purple plastic on the end of the center needle and slowly slides it out. You whimper a bit, but the blood that wells up is awfully pretty. She quickly wipes it up with a pad of gauze and moves on to the others. You're vaguely aware of her talking about disinfectant and bruising as she works over you.
She swabs your boob again with more cold stuff and tapes some gauze in place before snapping off her gloves and grabbing a juice box and a bag of tiny cookies and handing them to you. You take them with a smile and pull your top back up.
You munch and sip while Rose ties up loose ends from her little seminar, stressing on clean up and after care and the like. Questions are answered and suggestions are given and soon the group dissipates into other areas of the club.
"Some pretty cool shit, Rosey."
"I like it. I guess it is "pretty cool shit". I was going to check some things out before I went home. Are you okay to drive?"
"Well, hey, not like I got anything to do anyways. Want a buddy?" She laughs and holds out her arm for you.
"Sure." You hold her forearm proceed through the dark room.