Disclaimer: Everyone in the story is 18 years old or older at all points. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is happenstance.
Miss Tina led me into the central part of the salon, which housed a handful of hair stations filled with various clients getting their hair done. Off to one side was an empty set of chairs for Mani-Pedis.
I just looked at the floor, blushing, as Miss Tina pulled me past everyone there and down a back hallway.
"Look at the new slut. Shit, wouldn't mind teaching that little white girl how to please a BBW," someone laughingly commented to my right.
One of the Asian estheticians we passed commented, "Nice tits on her, Tinna. Wouldn't mind playing with her a little if you get done early."
"We will have to wait and see, Jun," Miss Tina said with a wink.
"In here, Slut," Miss Tina said, pulling aside a heavy curtain.
I walked inside and nearly bolted for the door. The small dingy room, like everywhere here, had seen better days. In the center sat a huge Polynesian man covered in tattoos who glanced up at us from a porn magazine.
"Hey, Kai, I thought you might like to get this bitch," Miss Tina said, pushing me toward the man.
"You know just how I like them," Kai said as he put down the magazine he had been reading, smiling as he looked my nude body up and down.
I glanced at the cover of the mag Over Thirty Women. The cover image was an older woman with large breasts lifting them toward the camera.
I am not that old
, I thought, but I kept my mouth shut.
"Chad wants her ready in a few hours," Miss Tina said, handing over a piece of paper she pulled from her pocket.
Kai read the list of things and looked over to Miss Tina.
"I can finish most of this, but it might take another trip."
I looked between the two of them, trying to understand what the hell they were talking about.
Miss Tina misunderstood my expression, "The place isn't anything to look at, but Kai is one of the best body artists in the country."
Some of my former self surfaced when I heard body artist.
"I don't want any body art!" I crossed my arms over my breasts, giving Miss Tina my best go fuck yourself look.
Instead of being upset, Miss Tina started laughing.
"If I had a nickel for every time one of Chad's sluts said that, I could retire in style," Miss Tina said.
Kai smiled as he sat back and watched Miss Tina and me.
Miss Tina held up her hand to forestall my response.
"Listen, Sugar. I have heard it all. Chad has something on you, or he threatened to do something nasty to a relative or friend. No one here cares. So, if you think your sob story will change anything that will happen, well, you can just get that silly notion out of your head right now.
Miss Tina turned to the man.
"Chad has a list of improvements. We will do everything on the list, and you will follow our directions like Chad gave them."
Miss Tina stepped close, pushing her large breasts against my arms.
"You know why you're going to do that?"
I knew. Chad would follow through with hurting someone I cared about. I dropped my gaze and nodded.
"Good, Slut. Now walk your ass over to the table and lay down."
I meekly walked over to the table and lay down on my back, not making eye contact with Kai as I passed him.
"Now, will you be giving Kai here any more shit?" Miss Tina asked.
"No, Miss Tina," I said, completely deflated. At this point, I felt depressed and terrified at what was coming next.
"Good Slut. Now you follow Kai's instructions, and I will forget about the attitude you came in here with."
I could feel tears trying to form, and I squashed them before they fell. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing how much this bothered me.
Miss Tina walked out of the room, glancing back at Kai and me before letting the curtain go.
After the curtain shut, Kai walked over to where I lay.
"I know you aren't exactly doing this of your own free will, so I will skip all the questions I normally have to ask. Here, sign and date each page."
Kia handed me a clipboard. I skimmed the pages. Just your standard boilerplate responsibility waivers. I didn't bother to read them. It wasn't like I had a choice in this.
"Now, let's get started," Kai said as he put the clipboard down and walked over to the table I lay on. He pulled out stirrups from under the table.
"Put your feet in these."
I spread my legs and put them in the stirrups. Kia fastened them with cuffs before moving to stand next to me. He pulled on the side of the table, rotating a section outward.
"Arm," Kia said, motioning to the section he had pulled out.
I put my arm on the section, and he quickly attached it.
He moved to the other side of the table and repeated the process. I didn't wait for him to tell me; I put my arm on the section, and he attached it.
"Now, just try to relax," he said, pushing a button on a remote, bringing the table to life. The table split under my legs, forcing me to stretch until my body formed an X.
Feeling very vulnerable, I could only watch as Kai picked up various tools and sat them on a tray.
Finished, he turned to me.
"I won't lie and tell you this won't hurt. Let's start with some piercings since Chad wants to see you have them. I will suggest that you stay still and breathe through the pain."
What followed was painful and humiliating as Kai pierced both nipples, inserting posts at the base of each.
After applying bandages, Kai patted my thigh, "The worst part is over. I am going to release the restraints so you can turn over." He watched me for a few seconds until I nodded.
He released me and helped me off the table to make a few adjustments.
While I stood there, I looked in the mirror at the piercings he had put into my body. My inspection was interrupted when he finished the adjustments.
"Ok, on the table," Kai said, patting the table.
I gingerly climbed onto the table, dropping my breasts into the slot he had exposed, letting them hang below me.
At least I don't have to lay on them,
