“I’m going to give the old bitch hell.”
“No, Aspen. Don’t. There’s no point.”
They were just arriving at the new American Chiu estate. Rylie drove her car. Aspen had left her car with her family.
“No one tattoos the pussy of my bitch buddy with the word SLUT and gets away with it!”
Rylie had worked her mind on it like a dog chewing bone for the past two weeks. She wasn’t at peace with it but she was resigned to making the best of it.
“Aspen! Drop it! It’s done. You can’t undo it. You can only make it worse.”
“That old bitch is a fucking nasty cunt! I should punch her! I think I will.”
“No, you won’t. She’s eighty. Or somewhere up there in age. But she’s Asian so she probably knows martial arts and would still kick your ass. Be that as it may, we signed those contracts. My ass and pussy are already tattooed. Your nipples are already pierced. Why blow it before we even try to do this?”
Aspen crossed her arms and sulked, “If I can’t defend my friend, what good am I?”
“It’s too late to defend me. It wouldn’t be defending. It would be you getting revenge and it wouldn’t be constructive. Look, six months. That’s all. Caihong said she’d pay for the tattoo removals if I don’t like them at the end of the six months. If we break the contract – or if you break her brittle neck – then I’d have to pay for that myself and everything we’ve gone through will be for nothing. Worse than nothing. A big fat minus.”
Aspen simmered silently.
Rylie drove along the driveway that was longer than most runways. It was lined with some kind of tiny tree on each side. They looked exotic. They were for sure not native to Washington state.
The Chiu estate was fifteen miles outside of Seattle. This one was. Caihong Chiu had mentioned the Chiu family had multiple estates in the U.S.
Rylie changed the subject, though only slightly, “So. How are your nipples?”
“Healed up. No irritation. No problem. Your tats?”
“All good except for the obvious. I wish I went with the pierced nipples.”
Aspen snorted, “I bet you do! Poor Rylie! If you’d only known before you made the choice.”
“I have to ask, are your nipples….”
“More sensitive? Fuck yes. My God. I was going to tell you about it. You should do it. You should pierce yours also.”
“You’re serious? It’s that good?”
“I was curious! So, once they weren’t irritated any longer, I did some stuff. You know, no boyfriend, nights alone when I’m not hanging out with you. So yeah, I experimented. I watched TV and got them hard while I watched. They seem bigger and are for sure a lot more sensitive. When I get up to get a snack or go to the bathroom, the weight of the barbells tugs and jounces and… just magnifies everything. Plus, once my nipples get hard, they stay hard for a long time.”
“Jesus, wow Aspen. Old Caihong tattooed an insult on me and she’s giving you orgasms. I’ve heard of May-September romances but that’s more like a March-December romance.”
“Hey! I never said I had an orgasm!”
Rylie looked at her, “Holy shit! You did have an orgasm! A pierced nipple orgasm! I know because you didn’t say you never had an orgasm from playing with your nipples. You only said you never said it.”
“You’re too goddamn smart! Fuck, okay, yes. I did not have orgasms from Caihong, though! I had them from my nipples.”
“Same thing, Aspen!”
They pulled into a parking area fit for a small supermarket. Rylie parked her little beat-up car and turned it off. She wanted to know more about Aspen’s nipple orgasms. She wanted to know what she missed out on but it was a chance, not fair and not right but still right there for the taking, to put Aspen on the hot spot. It was Aspen’s turn! Rylie felt like she’d been on the hot spot ever since Aspen found out how the tattoos turned out.
Aspen made a chopping motion with her hand, “It is not the same thing! Do you want to hear about it or not?”
Rylie knew she shouldn’t want to hear about it. But she did. Aspen was open about almost everything. Sometimes in a tough matter-of-fact sort of way and other times in an Aspen the Entertainer kind of way. Sometimes Rylie wished Aspen wasn’t so open and other times she wished she could be more like her. Not shame-free. That wasn’t it. But more comfortable in her own skin.
Rylie wasn’t as comfortable as Aspen in her skin and a lot less so with the new tattoos. She had nothing against tattoos in general but she was not a “tattoo person.”
“Sure. Tell me.” Maybe it was a little twisted, a little naughty, to hear sexual details from Aspen but she was interested. Because she’d mistakenly chosen the tattoos instead of the piercings so she wanted to know what else she missed out on. But mostly because she could tell Aspen wanted to tell her.
“Okay, so, I was sitting there watching TV like I usually do, in nothing but my undies.”
Rylie knew Aspen wasn’t joking. She believed in comfort and thought that fewer clothes meant more comfort. Rylie never told Aspen this, but she’d tried out Aspen’s “ultra casual mode” – in other words, partial nudity — based on Aspen’s “recommendation.”
It was more comfortable, kind of, but it made her feel slutty. She’d kept looking at the windows despite being on the second floor and she’d worried someone would knock on the door. Or that there’d be an emergency, like a fire. necessitating that she run outside.
Aspen lit up as she turned and described something way too personal for Rylie to ever describe to someone else if she’d done it, “I fingered them as I watched TV. The barbells in my nipples but not my pussy! I fingered the deputies but I did not finger the Sheriff. Something like that. I did it but I wasn’t paying attention. My hands keep going to them. You know, spin around the jade barbells, jerk at the ends of the barbells a little….”
“Jesus, Aspen, you jerked off your nipples?”
“Pretty much. Just let me tell you! It’s my story! So there I was, just innocently jerking off both nipples at the same time. No reason to leave one out of the action. I was watching TV and just fiddling around. At first. But, fuck, my nipples swelled like they were stung by bees and I had an allergy. Pulsating, I tell you! I looked down and half-expected to see them throbbing like the cartoon characters when an anvil drops on their head. I couldn’t see the throbbing, but it felt that way.
“They were bright red. I thought Santa was going to come crashing through the window with his eight reindeer and ask me to guide his sleigh by nipple light.
“I could feel my pulse in them. So, obviously, I had to feel if I could feel my pulse with my fingers. Any girl would! The next thing I knew, I was jerking on my not-so-little-anymore nipples. Jacking them off with my fingers. I’m telling you, it felt as good as rubbing my clit! It’s like I have three clitorises now!”
Rylie tried to scoff, though she was fascinated and intrigued, “I think you’re exaggerating.”
“I’m not! Here is what happened and it never happened before. I wanted to touch myself down there, you know, but I didn’t. Because I was a good little girl simply comforting her piercing-injured nipples, trying to make it up to them for the hell I put them through. And then, guess what?”
Rylie thought she knew where this was going but played her expected conversational role, “What happened next, Aspen?”
“I fucking orgasmed! Sitting on the couch! Jerking on my nipples!”
Rylie could not help picturing it. Topless Aspen, on the couch, jerking on both nipples, writhing around, cumming in her panties.
Rylie wished she did not have such a powerful imagination. Or such a pretty friend. Or one that was so open about her experiences.
“Well… I guess that’s nice. Good for you, Aspen.”
“That’s not all! It was totally unexpected, it was super quick getting there, and then the orgasm lasted twice as long. Then later, I did it again, but with one hand for my titties and one for my pussy. It was another huge orgasm! Some kind of record!”
“Okay, okay, I’ve heard enough. I’ve heard too much. I guess when I ask you to go out on the town and you say no, I’ll know why.”
Aspen switched to a mischievous look, “So, I’ve been thinking. I know you chose the tattoos to avoid the piercings. And we both know now that it was a mistake. So, once we win the big bonus, the big fat giant bonus – which we will or my name isn’t Aspen Carpenter – I think you should get your nipples pierced also!”
“Oh, please! After what I went through to avoid that? What, are you going to get tattoos like mine? Hey, wait a minute! Are you pulling one over on me? Is this a joke? Did you make up that stuff about your nipples acting like clitorises in order to try to get me to agree to pierce my nipples?”
“No! I would never do that!”
Rylie narrowed her eyes, “I read up about pierced nipples. For you in case you didn’t and there was something you needed to know. Some people report a little added sensation but no one I read said anything like what you just told me.”
“I swear it’s true. I swear it! Caihong took us to her own personal tattooist and piercer. That bald Chinese lady looked like she knew her business. Maybe she knows how to pierce just right to get that effect. I don’t know, but I’m telling you the truth. And I can prove it!”
Rylie groaned, “No, Aspen, I do not want to watch you jerk off your nipples until you orgasm.”
Aspen laughed, “That would be one way, but no, no free sex show for you. Not unless you pay me, bitch buddy. I have another way to prove I did not make up the crazy sensitivity of my nipples. One that does not involve you getting yours pierced or my performing an epic nipple masturbation for you. My proof I am not lying to trick you into piercing your nipples is that I do not need to! Because I have a different way to get you to pierce your nipples, just like your best friend Aspen, who you idolize and wish to emulate.”
“And that is…?”
“The best way of all. The most effective way to manipulate you.”
Aspen got out of the car but left the car door open. She turned back facing the car, right next to it. She unbuttoned her jeans.
Rylie had no idea what was going on. Aspen could be wild sometimes, but was she really going to drop her pants here at the Chiu estate?
She was!
Aspen pushed her pants – and her panties! – down to the top of her thighs.
Rylie saw it. She saw Aspen’s newly cleanshaven pussy, as bare as Rylie’s own, but she also saw what Aspen wanted her to see.
Above Aspen’s slit, just above it, was the word “SLUT.” It was the same size and in the same balloon lettering as Rylie’s, but the letters were colored orange instead of red.
Rylie’s mouth fell open and she exhaled most of the air from her lungs, deflating.
Aspen leaned down and stuck her grinning face into the open door, tilted her face, and parroted what Rylie said to her when Aspen got Rylie to show her the new tattoo above her pussy, “Rylie! At least close your mouth! I don’t like an open mouth that close to my pussy unless it’s a man I like a lot.”
Rylie closed her mouth but it wanted to fall open again. Aspen could be a wild card but this took the cake. Or maybe the pie.
“Aspen!”
“Rylie!” Aspen giggled.
“Why!?!”
“Because why not? Solidarity, my friend. You took one on the chin – er, on the pubic mound – for the team so the rest of the team, moi, decided she was in this with you and should do the same.”
“Oh, Aspen, you did not need to do this!”
“I think it looks pretty cool.”
“Oh, Aspen.”
Aspen pulled her pants back up and zipped and buttoned them, “I got what you got so that means you also need to get what I got. As soon as we’re done with our “mission” for Caihong and her brat twin granddaughters, I look forward to taking you back to the piercer to get your nipples pierced. I’ll even pay for them. My treat! We’ll have plenty of money by then.”
“God, Aspen, why?” Already Rylie did not bother to claim she would not let her nipples be pierced. Aspen knew how Rylie worked. Guilt trips were highly effective as were appeals to their powerful friendship.
“Because… dramatic pause!… I want you to have this incredible nipple power also. I’ll triple your clitorises and take credit for a bunch of your orgasms. What are friends for?”
“Not this!”
Rylie got out of the car and closed the driver’s side door. She rested her arms on the roof of the car and looked with ongoing disbelief at Aspen.
“What?” Aspen waved a dismissive hand, “It’s no big deal. Except it is. This will work out great. More and better orgasms for you. They might start calling us the Pierced Nipples Girls. Great for our friendship. As for me, my new slut tattoo is going to be helpful.”
“Helpful how?”
“Here’s how: Guys nowadays are way too fucking hesitant about fucking. They can barely ask a girl out! All this sexual harassment stuff, yeah, that’s bad, but “awareness” has put a damper on most guys being guys. They pussyfoot around. Especially around a pussy. There is such a thing as being too respectful. Most guys I’m with treat me like a breakable porcelain doll. Now they’ll see “SLUT” right over my pussy and they’ll have written permission to treat me like a slut.”
“You want to be a slut?”
“No, of course not. Not outside of bed or them sleeping around on me or not valuing me. But in bed? Yeah, pretty much.”
“But what will you say when a guy you’re with in bed sees it?”
“Haha! I’ll tell him it’s my one-word instruction manual and he better read it up close to ensure understanding. Think of it as advertising. See, you can make yours work for you.”
“Aspen, no one should have to get a tattoo to get someone to treat them how they want to be treated. You communicate. You just tell a guy what you want. No one should have to advertise on their body or with their body. That’s all superficial. That’s why I don’t dress revealingly and I don’t wear make-up. They should like you for your personality and they should treat you like a slut – if that’s what you want – because you tell them you want that, not because you have a tattoo saying it.”
“First of all, easy for you to say, Ms. Hotness personified.”
“I’m not… that pretty.”
“No, you’re not. You’re beautiful. As am I. But I get more bees buzzing looking for honey than you do because I accentuate and advertise. Make-up? Yes, please. More please. Revealing apparel? Yes, please. Less, please. See what I did there? Fucked up slut tattoo above the pussy? Yes, please.”
“Bees buzzing? Okay, Granny.”
“Which one of us dresses like the granny? I agree they should like you for your personality but they usually don’t get to know you unless they first like how you look. You get by with less revealing clothes and no make-up because of your natural beauty. As would I but I don’t want to ‘get by.’ I want to excel.”
“No, I get it. I’m not against wearing sexy stuff or make-up. Not for other people. I just don’t want to bother. Or pay for it. The cost of make-up adds up for us not-so-career girls.”
“I’m going to make this SLUT tattoo work for me. You will, too. I mean, we’ll already be in bed with a guy we like I presume. Then they’ll see it and we’ll tell them, ‘Thas right, I’m a freak in bed!’ It will excite them and inspire them and, trust me, they’ll like us more than they would otherwise.”
“Hm.” It actually made some sense. For Aspen. But not for Rylie! She never wanted a guy she liked to ever see the word “SLUT” almost glowing over her pussy.
Fuck though. Now she would have to get her nipples pierced.
She had to admit she was curious about the effect Aspen claimed.
She asked Aspen, “Did you get the other tattoo also?”
“You know I did! Except I sort of didn’t. I’ll spare you displaying my ass. So, yeah, I asked that bald tattoo and piercing bitch to do my ass the same as she did yours. She said she remembered us. She was pretty creepy about it, too. Said she rarely got to work on sexy white girls. She said she could still picture your ass in her head better than a photo. What does that even mean? Anyway, she did my ass. So, fine. I paid her. Then I go home and checked it out and it looks different! It’s some other Chinese letter!”
Some other Chinese letter….
Oh-oh. Rylie had a bad feeling about this. If Aspen’s letter was what Rylie thought it was… then the Chinese letter X on Rylie’s ass was what Rylie had hoped it wasn’t.
Aspen went on, “I took a pic and put it in the search engine. It looks like a capital T with a doodad thing, like a slanting bar in the middle of the right side. It looks like what you’d get if you smushed a T and an F together. And guess what? It’s the Chinese letter F.”
Fuck! That was what Rylie had expected/dreaded Aspen would say.
The X on Rylie’s ass was there for the reason she thought it was!
And she knew why the F was on Aspen’s ass. Besides that Aspen was nutty enough to have it done.
Should she tell Aspen?
No, Aspen would figure it out when the time came. Besides, Rylie realized there was still, at least technically, a fifty percent chance she was mistaken.
Rylie sighed, “Okay then. Any more piercings or tattoos to report? No? Let’s go meet with Caihong. The sooner we start these six months, the sooner we finish them.”
Aspen pointed a finger upward, “And the sooner you also get your nipples pierced!”
Rylie groaned.
