He smiled. “You’re doing fine.”
The second pierce, while certainly enough to make me gasp almost as loudly, didn’t have the intensity of that first shock. I think I’d gone more deeply into a fuzzy, floating trance. By the time the worst was over, I was hyped on pain, sensation, the women, the smell of leather and the fact that my piercing was becoming a public event.
Several women had pushed their way through the door laughing, speaking with rapid-fire delivery in a foreign language I couldn’t recognize. Tourists.
The four women abruptly quieted when they saw me in the chair. Then, as Sonja worked, they studied the picture of me with solemn respect. When she finally had my n****e jewelry in place, she sat back with a sigh, while one of the women, apparently reacting to the frightened
