This story have some supernatural stuff that is new to me, but felt exciting to explore. I hope you will enjoy it!
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Jess and four of her best friends were on a short vacation in New Orleans in their final year at the university. Living and studying in Houston, they had packed a car and driven the five hour long trip to a hotel with apartments close to Bourbon Street. They were planning on a couple of days of clubbing, dancing and drinking, before returning for the hopefully final exams of their life.
Not that they couldn't party at the university, but here they could relax a bit more, not risking rumors spreading, or videos being shared among friends. Not being shy of partying, Jess had often found herself waking up with a headache on Saturdays and Sundays. Despite this she had not been with many guys, only having had one longer relationship lasting three years, and a few one night stands.
This was not due to lack of options, as many guys had been after the former head cheerleader. At 25 years old she was having that perfect length of not being too short or long, slim but still being blessed with C cups, and shoulder long light brown hair. But between having a boyfriend most of the time at the university, and not wanting to get a rumor of being easy, she had had few romantic encounters.
She had always loved science and had early on decided to be a science teacher. Most of her four friends that accompanied her on the trip had been met through her studies, and they had formed a close friendship relationship with each other.
As they arrived at the hotel in the early afternoon they quickly got ready for an all-night party, helping each other get their hair and makeup done. Being close friends they weren't shy around each other, as they tried on clothes without bothering about privacy. Jess was not too eager to show off her body normally, so she had chosen jeans and a black top that showed a modest enough amount of cleavage. This however did not go down well with her friends.
"We are not going to church miss Denvers!" Nikki, one of her friends, said.
"Try this on instead!" Coleen, another friend, said as she gave her black and red dress.
The dress was not something Jess normally wore as it was a bit too short and a bit too revealing of her bosom.
"Isn't this a bit too much?" she asked her friends.
"Not at all, remember, this is the town we're girls go wild!" Nikki said laughingly.
"And you do look hot in it! If I was into girls I would be on you directly." Audrey, her third friend said with a wicked smile on her face.
After a quick meal they soon were in the club they had planned to visit today. It was packed with people, and the music was loud as they started to dance. All girls got attention from guys, and some ladies, but most attention was given to Jess. A couple of hours into the dancing she had lost her friends as she had gone to order another drink.
Deciding to enjoy the night she started dancing with a couple of guys, thinking that she would find her friends later. Drinking her drink and dancing soon led to her needing another drink, and one of the guys she was dancing with accompanied her.
He was a black, tall and fit guy. Jess didn't mind the looks he gave her, and he didn't seem to mind her looks. She hadn't never really been around many black guys, as they tended to be in other social circles than her, and this was the first time she really was interested in a black guy. As they got to the bar, the volume from the dance floor was low enough that they could talk.
"Hi, I am Marco." the man said as he introduced himself.
"Jess, you are from New Orleans?"
"I visit here sometimes, but I work in Dallas. You?"
"I study in Houston, but I am from Beaumont originally."
"Nice, here with some friends?"
"Yeah, but I seem to have lost them."
"Bad for them, good for me." Marco said with a smile.
They continued to talk and soon were kissing too. Before it got out of hand, Jess however said she needed to leave to get back to her hotel. She gave him her number, and then tried to find her way to the hotel. As she took a slight detour when she made a wrong turn, she happened to walk by a tattoo parlor.
She had no tattoo, but she had promised herself to get one when she was done with her studies. Perhaps due to the alcohol she decided to enter the shop and see what they could do. Inside the tattoo parlor, Jess was amazed by all the artwork on the walls. On the tables and front desks were books to look through. The books had various designs of tattoos to give you inspiration on what you could get. Trying to act sober she walked to their desk.
"Jess Denvers?" she heard as she got close.
When she looked at the person that had said her name she was a little shocked, but also felt a lump in her chest. Apparently working in the shop was Joanne Smith, who had gone to the same high school as Jess. Jess had been quite a mean girl at that time, and had on a number of times made fun of Joanne's afro hair. Now, having matured a lot, she was extremely embarrassed at how she acted during those years.
"Oh my god, Joanne! How are you?"
"I am good, thank you."
"Listen, I am really sorry about how I was during high school. I was a bitch and I really really regret it all."
"It's ok, water under the bridge and all that shit. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I have always dreamed about getting a tattoo and I saw the shop, and thought what the hell."
"Alright, any ideas about what to get?"
"Umm, I was thinking about doing a butterfly somewhere, perhaps my shoulder so it could be covered by clothing if necessary."
"Well, have a look at these designs, anyone you like?" Joanne said as she opened up a page in a book.
They all looked nice, but Jess' eyes were drawn to a butterfly with beautiful wings.
"This one I think." she said as she looked up to Joanne's face.
"Ohh, that's a good one. Now we would normally not do this on an intoxicated person, but if I could do a video recording of you saying you want it and that you are not going to make a fuss tomorrow, I guess I could do it since I know who you are. Ok?"
"Sure, thank you for doing it now."
"No problems. Since you are here, have you ever thought about getting a piercing or two?"
"No, not really...you have any?"
"Not visible, but in more private places...if you know what I mean."
"Wow, but why?"
"It really enhances the pleasure when you do 'it'. You should really try one in each tits, they are easy to remove later if you regret it."
"Hmmnnn...I guess I only live once and so...hmmnn...ok I'll maybe do that after the tattoo."
"Sure, now the one doing the tattoo is my grandmother, she may seem old but she knows her work."
After signing papers and doing everything else that was needed before starting the tattoo, she was led to a chair. There a black lady in her sixties was sitting and Joanne showed her the tattoo, and said something quiet that Jess couldn't hear.
Her grandmother was steady at her hand, and after the initial pain Jess relaxed and talked to both Joanne and her grandmother. Doing tattoo's had apparently been something the family had done ever since they were brought over as slaves to the United States. In the old culture they were from, tattooing was sacred and they could influence the one having the tattoo in different ways.
"It sounds like voodoo or something." Jess said as she heard it.
"Oh, voodoo works sometimes, but maybe not in the ways people think. Zombies and stuff like that are exaggerated, but one should respect the old ways." Joanne answered.
Soon the tattoo was done. As they covered it they gave Jess instructions on how to take care of it.
"Want to get those piercings?"
"Hmmnnnn, why not. You sure it's easy to remove?"
"Yeah, no problems. Now I would recommend these gold bars with black barbells on the end. They will look great on you!" Joanne said as she showed her some piercings in a plastic bag.
"Ok, I'll take them."
"Okay, now I will need you to lower your dress and remove your bra," Joanne said.
Jess obeyed and took it off.
"Now, I want you to focus on a spot on the ceiling and just stare at it until I tell you to look down. You will feel a pinch, but if you focus on the ceiling, you won't notice it quite as much."
Joanne then reclined the seat so that Jess was staring straight up at the ceiling. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Jess could feel her fondling and pinching the tip of her right nipple. Within seconds, she felt a pinch and that her nipple was pulled. Soon she could feel how Joanne inserted the piercing needle through her nipple.
The pain was sharp, but not excruciating. Shortly thereafter, Jess felt her put the bar through her nipple. Her body got tense and her fingers dug into the armrest as the bar penetrated the nipple. After she put the bar through, she was partially relieved. Jess however knew that she was only halfway done, so she kept her eyes closed.
She heard Joanne walk around the chair to sit on her left side. Like her right side, she felt her fondle and pinch her nipple. This time, she prepared herself for what was next. Joanne quickly pierced her nipple and then inserted the bar.
"Okay, my work is done," she said.
Joanne raised the seat so that Jess was back in a seated position. Jess took a deep breath and looked down at her breasts while Joanne gently wiped her nipples with pieces of gauze. Both her nipples had been pierced with inch long nipple bars with large balls at the ends of both bars. She stared at them for a few moments.
"So what do you think?" Joanne asked.
"I...am not sure," Jess said, still looking at her breasts.
"Well, your nipples are going to be really sensitive for a few weeks. Basically, you don't want to wear any tight-fitting clothing for a while, because you could cause some irritation and possible infection. This includes tight bras. You also want to be sure that you keep the bar as clean as possible."
