No …
I couldn’t …
Could I?
“La naiba asta doare!” I hissed, struggling against the urge to snap my legs shut on the piercer as she dragged the jewellery back through the giant fucking hole she’d just made in my clit. I distracted myself by focusing on my phone camera, which was trained on my face.
“For those of you watching at home, that means that fucking hurt!”
Claire, the piercer I’d found after a very thorough Google search of best places to get your clit pierced in Sydney, chuckled, adjusting the new bar jewellery, making me wince again. She sprayed some aftercare product on and patted me on the knee.
“Let’s give your audience a proper tour of your new hardware, shall we?” Claire plucked her phone from the tripod where she’d been filming the very-much-not-safe-for-work version and zoomed in on my throbbing (but not for good reasons) clit.
“If I do say so myself, that’s one of the tidiest vertical clit hood piercings I’ve ever done. You have the perfect hood for it, and the swelling so far is pretty minor!”
“Tell that to the shooting pains!” I complained. She laughed again.
“Well, I did tell you that it wouldn’ttickle, didn’t I?” She turned the phone to herself and winked exaggeratedly, before flashing a peace sign and ending the recording.
“Want me to airdrop that to you?”
“Sure, but can I put some pants on first? I feel like every tiny breeze is a fire!”
“Yeah, well your underwear is gonna feel uncomfyfor a couple of days, but after that, you should be much less sore. Pain relief will help tonight.” She went through the dos and don’ts of aftercare, and I nodded along until she got to, “And no swimming for six weeks.”
“Wait. What?” I demanded. “Not even in chlorine?”
Claire shook her head. “Chlorine water can be very irritating. And we don’t want that, do we?”
I shook my head, mutely handing over a wad of cash.
CHAPTER SIX
Enough Awful Tales
IRINA
“La dracu!” I cursed when the pan clattered to the floor, catching my toe on the way down. I didn’t need another throbbing appendage. I downed what was left in my wine glass, popping the empty pan back up on the stove and turning to the chopping board when someone knocked at the door in a rapid pattern.
There was only one person who knocked like that. Skin crawling at the thought of seeing her again, I wished nothing more than to just ignore her. But with Kat in her bedroom right next to the front door, and Rumi being the type to try and break the door down before she gave up on confronting me, there was nothing for it but to face whatever awful music she had for me.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I snapped, hoping my voice wasn’t trembling as I wiped my hands on a tea towel and headed past Kat’s closed door down the hallway. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, I opened the door.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Rumi snarled.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice tight.
Rumi held up her phone, showing me one of my Tickle posts. One where I’d been riding Nikolai, propped up in a toy mount for hands-free fun. No one could see below the waist—that was becoming one ofmy favourite public post tactics—but I’d been topless, and my boobs were bouncing vigorously. I’d added an extra flair to this post by roleplaying that I was talking to a real man under me, and not just the best vibrator I’d ever owned.
And the conversation had gottenverydirty with Nikolai.
It was one of my most liked posts. I was very proud of my acting skills. I had plans for a part two … when my bruised and battered clit was back to working order.
“Are you telling me that you’d rather whore yourself than take me up on my offer to help you become a permanent resident and get yourself a legal job?” Rumi demanded.
Fury burned under my skin, searing away any fear I felt about having to confront her again. I snatched the phone from her, locking it so the screen went black before shoving it back at her. “I don’t have time for this, I’m trying to cook dinner. And what I’m doing isn’t illegal.”
Rumi snorted. “Fuck off, Irina! Outstaying your student visaisillegal. And let’s not even get started on the way you’re making money right now! You’re a lesbian, performing for men!”
