Corps Security, The Series (1)(36)

We walk into the brightly lit building. The walls are painted a deep red; the ceiling and the tile are black. They have the room set up with little cubicles against the sidewalls, each one with a wall about four feet tall. There are some rooms against the back wall, but all three have blacked-out windows. Not sure I want to know what happens back there. I walk over to the huge U-shaped display case set up in the middle of the room. There is a young, heavily tattooed woman standing behind it. Her short pixie hair is sticking out in random directions and dyed electric blue. Her face is classically beautiful and would look odd against her body art and hair of choice, but she has the most elaborate makeup on. Her eye shadow is as bright and as blue as her hair, thick black lines outline her almost violet eyes, and her lips are painted red.

“What’s up, ladies? I’m Trix. Welcome to Smudge. We’ve got a few clients ahead of you, but I think we can fit you in. Which one of you plans on getting some ink tonight?” she asks with a cheerful smile.

Dee looks over at me, clearly starting to second-guess opening her big mouth back at Heavy’s, but no way am I letting her off the hook. “Both of us,” I shoot over at Trix, giving her a smirk of my own.

I hear the bell over the door clank. I don’t need to turn around to know who just came in the door. Even if I didn’t know it was Greg, the look Trix is shooting over my shoulder says it all. Greg might be like a brother to me, but even I can admit how hot he is. Next to Beck, I’m sure the boys are quite an eyeful.

“Right, so where do we need to wait?” She can lust after them when she gets this show on the road.

She looks back at me, a slight blush spotting her white cheeks, “Sorry. Okay, I just need a copy of your license and for you both to fill out these forms. Have a seat over on those couches and have a look at the photo books on the table if you need to get an idea of what you want. I’ll go see who is almost finished and can pick y’all up next.” She turns to look over at Greg and Beck one more time before walking down the rows of cubicles. I have just enough time to register her hot pink tutu as she disappears into one of the back rooms. Hmm, maybe next time I need to ask her to take me shopping. Tutus look pretty freaking awesome.

I grab Dee’s arm and pull her over to the couch, thrusting the clipboard with the forms on them in her arms. “Fill them out and then look,” I say, pointing over to the binders. I make quick work of filling out the sheets, pull my license out of my wallet, and walk back over to Trix. Handing everything over for her to do her thing with, I walk back over and sit down next to Dee. She is slow enough with her papers that I know she is trying to find a way to back out. No fucking way.

“This was your idea, remember?”

She looks over at me. There might be some fear in her eyes, but she is mostly curious about just how far I plan on taking this.

“I know. Don’t worry I’m not backing out. Just promise me we can talk about this soon?” God, I love her.

“Sure, Dee. Sometime.” I reach over and pluck one of the books off the table, opening the cover and taking in a very up close and personal dick with a metal barbell attached to the head. Okay, clearly they don’t just tattoo here. I turn a few more pages and come to some female piercings. Now those don’t look quiet as traumatizing as the decorated dicks. They almost make this chick’s tits look . . . beautiful.

I must have been looking at them for a while. I can’t imagine how weird this looks, my zoning on someone else’s tits. Dee looks over and gives a soft snort. “Seriously, Iz? Nip rings?”

“Maybe,” I mumble, going over in my head the pros of a piercing over a tattoo.

I’ll admit that when I had my fit over Greg’s words I didn’t completely think this through. Sure, I have wanted a tattoo for a while, but it should be something I think and plan, not something I decide in anger. A piercing though, well . . . I can take that out whenever I get sick of them. Permanence isn’t even an issue there. It’s just something pretty to look at for a while.

Dee is flicking through one of the tattoo books. She is not really looking at anything, just flipping and stealing looks over at Beck. Greg is rod straight and clearly very pissed, his eyes burning holes right into me. I stand and walk back over to Trix, leaning over the display case to whisper my request in her ear. When I stand back, she has a huge grin on her face. She gives me a small nod and walks back to one of the black window rooms.

“Izzy,” Greg starts, “what the fuck are you doing?”

I turn and give him a smart smile, not even bothering to hide my simmering pissed vibes. “Why nothing, Gregory. I’m just enjoying my head being all fucked up.”