Chapter One Summary: Ashly Haze, captain of the cheer squad, has confessed to Coach Lacy Miller that she loves her and Ashley spends the night.
Chapter Two Summary: Ashly learns about savoring sex and how to have fun with toys and roleplaying.
"I cannot believe you got my mom to sign the waiver saying I could get a tattoo," I said for the one-thousandth time.
"Your Mom is great," said Coach Miller, "You just have to know how to talk to her."
"And how is that?" I asked.
"Did you bring the drawing of what you wanted the tattoo to look like?" asked Coach Miller, changing the subject.
"It's just a rough sketch. I didn't think it looked that cool." I responded.
The drawing was of a butterfly with each of its wings a different color and in the shading of each of its wings, I had hidden a wolf, a bear, a tiger, and a lion. "It's amazing. I can't believe how good of an artist you are."
"It's nothing."
"Ashley, we talked about this." Coach said in a firm tone.
I hung my head a little. "I know. No putting myself down."
We went to a tattoo place that Coach knew about. The sign out front said "Creative ink." I had probably passed this place a dozen times thinking it was a bookstore. Yes, I am that clueless. Coach Lacy Miller checked us in and said we had an appointment with Mo. It might have been my imagination but at the mention of Coach Miller's name, the receptionist sat up a little straighter and seemed to have a whole lot more work to do. Only a few minutes later we were shown into Mo's office. It was nothing like any of the tattoo parlors I had seen on tv.
Soft guitar music played in the background and there was a nice couch against one wall. In front of it was a small coffee table and upon it was a jade green teapot with two matching cups. A slight perfume of lavender and mint flowed from somewhere unseen. The only other piece of furniture in the room was one of those big tables like what you see in a doctor's office. The wall opposite the couch was completely taken up by what looked like a kitchenette with cabinets above and below. There were two other doors that I presumable lead to changing rooms.
We both sat on a small couch. We had barely sat down when Zhang Ziyi walked in wearing a teal green kimono neck scrubs top with matching scrub pants. I mean not the real Zhang Ziyi but someone close enough to be her stunt double. She was 5'5 with jet-black hair. She had parted it in the middle and pulled it back into a traditional bun. She had pale skin that was accented with black brows and eyelashes. Her makeup was applied perfectly so that her eyeliner matched the pink of her full lips.
"Lacy!" Mo squealed. Coach Miller, shot up like she was sitting on a spring. The two women embraced and then kissed each other on both cheeks. I was completely forgotten.
"Oh, my goodness, I have not seen you in so long," stated Mo.
"Not since the sorority reunion," said Coach Miller.
"Wow, that was a wild night..."
It went back and forth like this for a while. They were having such a good time catching up I didn't want to interrupt. Besides it gave me time to fantasize about Mo. I envisioned her doing a kabuki striptease. She was about to open the front of her scrubs when she called my name, "Ashley."
"Ashley?" Coach Miller tapped me on the shoulder. "Stand up." She ordered out of the side of her mouth.
"Mo this is Ashley. Ashley this is my good friend Mo Ling."
"It is such a pleasure to meet you, Ashley." She said in nearly flawless English but with a slight French accent. She reminded me of Miss Clavell in the old Madeline cartoons.
I was not sure if I was supposed to shake her hand or do the kiss-on-the-cheeks thing so I shook her hand and then kissed her on one cheek. Her smile said what I had done was ok and then I sat down again. Coach joined me on the sofa and since there was no room on the couch, Mo simply moved the teapot over and sat on the coffee table. I have never wanted to be a coffee table so much in my life.
"You will have to forgive Ashley, she is very shy," said Coach Miller as an explanation for my behavior.
"No problem," Mo smiled. "Please relax petite cherie. We are all friends here." She took my hands in hers. "And I truly hope, we will be even better friends before this is over, n'est-ce pas?"
I could not remember what n'est-ce pas, meant in English. I nodded my head slightly and looked into her chocolate-brown eyes. She moved a straight strand of hair back behind my ear. "So lovely," Mo whispered so softly I was not sure if she really said it or I just dreamed that she did.
Coach coughed loudly bringing me out of my daydream.
"I read the chart." Mo looked over at Coach and then at me, "This is quite a laundry list of things you want to do. Tongue piercing? Tell me Lacy, did you ever get that done, yourself?"
By way of an answer, Coach stuck her unpierced tongue out at Mo.
"Well, let's see what we have to work with," Mo said pulling a pair of latex gloves out of her coat. "Stick out your tongue, please."
"Oh, you are not allergic to latex, are you?" asked Mo pausing a moment.
Coach answered before I could "Defiantly not. She loves the feel of latex. Don't you Ashley?"
I blushed crimson and wanted to die.
Mo leaned in close to me. She smelled of the same lavender and mint as the room with just a hint of something else, maybe nutmeg. She took my tongue in two fingers and moved it this way and that. She let my tongue go but then used the same two fingers to hold my chin. As she talked her thumb began to massage my lower lip in a circular motion.
"Excellent," she said as if waking from a dream. "No problems there. You have a very nice tongue and wonderfully white teeth. I love to see that in a person who wants their tongue pierced. It says to me this is a responsible person. It says I am a person who knows how to follow instructions."
Coach snorted.
"Is there a lot to do?" I finally found my voice.
Mo could see the fear in my eyes. "Do not worry my flower," she said in a reassuring tone. "Between the things that you are already doing and a saltwater mouthwash of my own design. You will be right as rain in less than a week."
Now lift your shirt," she said continuing the exam.
I almost said yes mistress but caught myself at the last moment. Instead of only lifting it, I removed it altogether.
"Very nice," she said again. Leaning in to look closer at my naval. She put her left hand on my shoulder and moved in very close to my flat stomach. I started to inspect the ceiling. Mo pulled at the top of my belly button and then began to trace it with her forefinger. It was strangely hypnotic and it felt amazing. Maybe Coach was right, I do love the feel of latex. I only counted a dozen orbits when my mind went fuzzy.
Coach coughed again bringing us both back to reality.
"Lacy, are you ok?" Mo asked, with concern.
"Yes. Just breathed wrong or something."
She turned back to me with a smile, "You, young lady, have the almost perfect naval for piercing. Once again with proper care, the chance of rejection with a ridge-like yours is almost zero"
Mo stood and walked over to the table. She slid open a hidden drawer and withdrew a folded sheet. She placed it over the table and patted it gently. "Up you go my daisy flower."
I didn't move, I couldn't move.
