Zandor
I walked into the back room of the shop. It was almost closing time. It had been one hell of a busy night and we all had people waiting for work to be done. The best part of tonight was we had a ton of nipple piercings. Not sure what the hell that was about but I’m not one to bitch about playing with titties for three hours. I fucking loved those things.
Whatever you call them; jugs, bouncing Buddhas, humpty dumplings, Bobbsy twins, Picasso’s cubes, holy grail, flying saucers, double whoppers, knockers, honkers, tannin’ cannons, Congo bongos, two bald men in a sling; to me they’re tits.
Tits—I fucking love them, all of them. Augmented, curvaceous, eggplant, fried eggs, pear, round, saggy, swooping, small, tubular, and triangular to name a few. No two were the same, not even fake titties.
You can’t have tits without nipples, and I have to admit I love those just as much. Nipples- flat, puffy, short, long, that doesn’t matter a bit either. I love to touch them, suck them, bite them, and fuck them. I love clamping them and I love releasing them. If they’re short you can wrap them bitches making them hard, long, and sensitive as fuck. I love to drip hot wax on them and I love to peel that wax off scraping my teeth over them. I love rubbing the tip of my cock across them and I love to cum all fucking over them.
I Fucking. Love. Tits!
“What the hell are you doing?” I heard Cyrus ask as he entered the employee lounge.
“Cleaning the coffee pot.” I was, too, probably for longer than necessary but I had tits on the brain, “And thinking of tits.”
Cyrus snickered, “Lots of them tonight.”
“No shit, great fucking…”
I stopped talking when Bekah walked in, “You don’t have to stop on my account, remember I was there?”
She smiled and walked to the closet to grab her coat.
“Yeah, Z let’s talk about tits,” Cyrus chuckled, “What’s your favorite type bro?”
I looked at him and rolled my eyes, “Yours, your tits are my favorite Cyrus. When are you gonna let me pierce you?”
“You first, bro.”
Fuck it why not? “Hey Bek--ah.” I loved saying her name.
“Yeah, what’s up?” she threw her black trench coat on and shoved her arms in.
Black trench coats are fucking hot. Hit above the knee, would be sweet if she had on some red stilettos, fishnets and…
“Zandor?” she looked at me curiously.
“You’re gonna pierce my nipple.”
She started walking out of the room, “Um, I don’t think…”
“Didn’t ask you to, let’s go,” I walked into my room and took off my shirt and laid down.
She walked in, eyes as big as saucers and she swallowed hard, “Do you think I’m ready?”
I looked up and Cyrus stood in the doorway with a shit-ass grin on his face.
“You’ve seen ten done in the past four hours. Ten people, twenty nipples, you can do this.”
“What if I…”
“Bekah, can you follow instruction?”
She nodded her head yes, and I knew she could. Bekah could definitely follow instruction. I had been training her for two weeks.
“Get the supplies, Bekah. Alcohol, towel, fourteen gauge, gloves, I want a ring not a bar, forceps, and an ice pack.”
She shook her head nervously as she grabbed the tray and cleaned it. She set everything on it and I noticed her hands trembling ever so slightly.
“No need to be nervous. I know you can do it or I wouldn’t ask you to. Do you understand?”
She nodded and set the tray on the stand beside me, “Very good. Now clean me.”
I laid back and looked over at Cyrus who tried his damnedest not to bust a gut. I winked at him and he couldn’t hold back.
Bekah jumped and the tray fell to the ground, “Oh God, I’m sorry I didn’t…”
“Stop. Breathe. Start over. Cyrus, you and the others can take off. We’ll lock up when we’re finished.”
She looked quickly at the door and then back at me, “Maybe he should do…”
“Stop. Breathe. Start over. If I didn’t know you were capable, you wouldn’t be doing this.”
She swallowed hard and did as she was told, like a good little kitten.
She took her time cleaning me and I kind of liked it, “Both or one?”
“What do you think?”
“Well they’re your tit…nipples,” she turned red and I thought it was kind of funny.
“Left.”
I put my hands behind my head and got comfortable.
She applied the forceps, let out a deep breath, and looked up at me.
“You’re doing good. Now when you stick the needle through don’t twist, just straight through alright?” She nodded. “Good girl, Bekah. I know you can do this, you watch carefully when I teach you.”
She counted, “One, two, three,” and shoved the needle through.
“Now the ring. Follow right through, nice swift move and we have this. You’re doing great.”
She did exactly as she was instructed.
She smiled and sat back and wiped her forehead, “Holy shit.”
I held the ice pack to my chest and sat up.
“Did it hurt?”
“No,” I answered and stood.
“Not even a little?”
“Maybe a pinch, but a little bit of pain is sometimes a good thing.”
She looked up at me. When I didn’t laugh she cleared her throat and stood.
I watched as she cleaned up. “Here, do you remember where the towels go?”
She took the towel and I saw a little scowl come and go quickly which kind of amused me.
“Is there anything else?” She walked out of the back room.
“You need to learn to lock up, follow me.” I could have sworn I heard her let out a puff of air in protest but when I turned around, she gave me that same sweet southern little grin that landed her ass in this position.
“Do you have somewhere you need to be, Bekah?”
“Um, no, yes…”
“Well which is it?” I stopped and turned and she ran into me. I grabbed her elbow so she didn’t fall, and she looked up at me. Blue eyes a blazing.
She pulled back and looked away, “Yeah, I’m meeting friends for drinks.”
“Oh.”
I showed her the alarm system and walked her through the process of locking up.
Again I heard her grumble.
“Do you like your job here?”
She gasped and looked at me, “Yes.” Her voice squeaked.
I let her chew on that for a minute, “I’m glad. Where are you parked?”
“Out back.”
“Good, I’ll walk you. Gets dark back there.”
I instructed her again on the alarm, and she did well.
We walked out into the parking lot and I pressed the remote start on my car and she purred.
“Nice car.”
“She’s a beauty,” and my baby.
“She?” Bekah giggled.
“Yes she. She’s a sixty eight Cougar, completely overhauled and bad as fuck.” She giggled and I looked up at her. “What?”
“You like your car.”
“No Bekah, I love my car.”
“Boys and their cars.” She said over her shoulder as she got in her little Honda.“Goodnight.”
I hopped in my Baby and waited for Bekah to pull out. I saw her mouth moving and was pretty sure she was swearing. She looked over at me and then banged her head on the steering wheel.
I got out and she rolled down the window. “Everything okay?” I asked.
“Nope, SHE is a bitch and SHE won’t start.”
“Hop out, she’s probably pissed at ya. Let me give her a try.”
I sat in the car, little fucking car, and tried to get her going, “Come on baby, you can do it.”
I tried three times and nothing.
I looked at the dash, “You leave the lights on?”
“Nope, probably the alternator thingy. It needs to be replaced and I haven’t had time.”
“You sure?” I got out and took the keys and handed them to her.
“Probably” she huffed.
“Leave it here till tomorrow. I’ll give you a ride.”
She followed me to my car and I opened the door for her and shut it behind her. See, I can be a gentleman. Momma Joe didn’t raise a bunch of douchebags.
After I got in she smiled, “Thanks, and sorry about that.”
I reached behind her and rested my hand on her headrest as I backed out of the parking lot.
“Where to?”
“Um well, home I guess.”
“I thought you were going out? I can take you.”
“No, not a big deal. It’s been a long day and tomorrow I need to get my Bitch fixed.”
“That’s why she’s giving you trouble, calling her names isn’t a good idea.”
She smiled, “So I should baby my car?”
“Nope, take care of her. Maintain her and when you get in to go for a ride you can push her as hard as you want.” I gunned it and my Baby’s purr came alive in a roar.
Bekah laughed out loud.
We pulled up in front of her place and she looked up at the window and I heard her sputter. “Wrong house?” I asked.
“Wrong time. Apparently Tiff has company.”
“That’s a bad thing?” I threw my Baby into park and looked at Bekah.
“Yeah…No…”
“You have a hard time making up your mind don’t you?”
“No, thank you for the ride,” she went for the door and fumbled looking for the handle.
“Let me.” I reached over her and opened the door and slowly, then very slowly moved back. I watched her face and her eyes widened.
“Thanks for the ride.” She jumped out of the car and ran through the front door that I assumed led to her apartment above the bakery.
It was dark, the neon light didn’t flash the name but sure as shit I could read the little sign in the window, ‘Hot Buns fresh daily’. Mmm Mmm Mmm, love me some hot buns.
Buns…