Free Riveted: Drawn Series Book 1 by M. A. Stone Page A

were waiting for the garage. Two girls came in to
get pierced and Chloe took them into the back. A few minutes later she flung
her door open and cleared her throat. I looked over my shoulder.
    “Bleu? “She called. I walked into the back, putting the
cordless phone for the front desk in my back pocket in case we got a call.
Chloe had the door of the piercing room cracked and her face was visible. She
looked worried.
    “Yes?” I asked.
    “Supply closet, smelling salts, pronto,” she ordered.
Rushing down, I opened the door and grabbed the box labeled “smelling salts”.
Grabbing a handful, I jogged down to the door, and hurried inside. There was a
girl with blonde hair sitting in a chair next to Chloe’s station. There was a
second girl in a chair that resembled a chair in a barber’s shop; she was
slumped down and out cold. Chloe held out her hand, taking one of the little
capsules in her palm. She snapped it in half and held it under the girl’s nose.
Her eyes snapped open and she gasped. Chloe patted her arm and smiled. The girl
was naked from the waist down and she was obviously getting her clit pierced.
Chloe went back to work and I walked out, shutting the door behind me.
    “You look ten shades of pale,” remarked Jack. Nodding, I
sat down on one of the chairs at the drafting table.
    “You ok?” he asked, coming over and putting his hand on
my shoulder.
    “Chloe had a girl pass out. I went in, gave her smelling
salts and she was…having her...uh...clit pierced,” I said, my voice sounding
far away.
    “First time seeing something like that?” he asked with a
laugh.
    “Shut up, it’s not funny,” I said, sticking my tongue out
at him.
    “I take it you’re not thinking of getting one?” he asked.
    “No.”
    “Do you feel that way about all piercings?” he asked.
    “No. Just that one,” I replied.
    “Good to know,” he said and walked to his booth. Soon, a
tall, burly looking man followed after him. He took off his shirt and I saw a
huge back piece of St. Michael. It was amazing. He must have felt me looking,
because he turned around and smiled. Smiling back, I stood up and walked back
to the front.
    Later in that day, I decided to take a walk around the
neighborhood during my official lunch break. It was a beautiful sunny day, and
everyone seemed to be taking advantage of the beautiful weather. I smiled and
chatted briefly with the Asian woman who worked the produce booth at the
farmer’s market. I picked up some fruit and then I walked back to the shop
after grabbing some sushi as well. Jack stood outside smoking a cigarette. He
waved as I came closer, which of course made me smile.
    “Hey Bleu, what’s shaking?” he asked.
    “Not much. Almost forgot to eat. I grabbed some fruit at
the farmer’s market and sushi. Besides, it slowed down a bit,” I replied,
sitting on the bench.
    “I was thinking,” he started.
    “Uh oh,” I joked. He laughed and stubbed out his
cigarette.
    “Seriously? Listen, I saw how interested you were in the
drawing I made. Would you ever think about getting it tattooed on your hips and
lower back?” he asked. Thinking for a minute or two, I finally looked up at him
and smiled.
    “Yes. But... wouldn’t that be expensive?” He tossed his
cigarette butt in the coffee can next to the side of the garage and then came
to sit next to me.
    “No. I would do it for free,” he said. I raised an
eyebrow.
    “What? Why? You barely know me,” I replied.
    “It’s nothing shady calm down. If you let me put it in my
portfolio and submit it to a few magazines, then it would be worth it,” he
replied.
    “Hmmm are you sure you are not looking to trade booty for
ink?”
    “Why? Are you offering?” he asked with an evil grin. I
smacked his arm and he laughed.
    “Totally legit. You should be honored. I don’t normally
offer free ink to people. Well except my mom,” he replied.
    “Your mom? She has ink?”
    “Uh yeah. Two whole sleeves. You don’t remember my