Sami watched april for a minute, then raised her hand and asked in a hushed voice, “Excuse me, but why isn’t she cut to ribbons? That knife looks really sharp, but she seems to be in heaven, not horrified, like I would be.”
Beth didn’t bother to stop or even turn to look at the group. “Great question—Buffy, was it? The answer is that I can manipulate the knife in different ways. The tip is for scratching. I can also use the temperature of the blade to give different sensations, and the psychological aspects of having a deadly weapon running across her body give her mental and emotional stimulation. In this type of play I don’t actually use the cutting edge, so no harm is done, no skin is broken, and no permanent marks will be left.”
Sami wasn’t sure how to respond. Finally she nodded and whispered, “Okay. Thanks.”
“As I mentioned before,” Beth went on, “we like the sensual end of the spectrum more than the corporal side. Neither is right or wrong. It’s just what we prefer. The same toys can be used for either. It’s all in how they’re applied. This type of stimulation provides april the opportunity to go as deep into subspace as she likes.”
She continued for a few more minutes, then put the knife down with a sigh and went back into teaching mode.
“For the next part of the scene, we are going to do some play piercing. Normally I would use twenty-two gauge, one-and-a-half-inch needles, but because of what I will need later I’m going to use two-inch tonight.” She smiled at the group. “I can see your concern, but they’re really very small. They don’t hurt at all, do they, babe?”
She stroked april’s back, and they all heard a murmured, “No, Ma’am.”
Beth chuckled. “She really enjoys scratching and needles. Endorphins are an amazing thing. If you listen closely you can actually hear her purring.”
She ran her fingernails down april’s skin, and the group leaned forward. Sami could just catch a small, contented noise. She shivered a little, either from envy or the heat from AJ and Crash as they tilted toward her. Allowing herself to straighten just a little, she could feel the slight contact between her clothes and theirs. She closed her eyes, praying she wouldn’t start purring herself.
“So, some of the things you will need for needle play are a good, strong light, a sharps container, antibacterial wash, sterile pads, and, of course, needles.” Beth began laying her supplies on a small rolling table that Allie pushed over for her. There was a change in the energy behind Sami, and she turned a little toward AJ. His face was worried as he took a step toward Crash. Sami turned in the other direction to see that Crash was staring fixedly at the small table.
“Oh, we forgot the lamp you wanted,” Allie said suddenly, hurrying to the door.
Crash was there before she got to it. “I’ll carry it for you.” He waited for Allie’s surprised assent before opening the door and practically running out of the room.
Sami turned from staring in the direction he’d disappeared to give AJ a confused look. “What’s the deal?”
AJ sighed. “He’s terrified of needles. It embarrasses the hell out of him. I can usually help cover, but this is kind of a different situation. I didn’t know they were going to do this.”
Sami looked back at the door Crash had nearly ripped off its hinges in his haste to leave. “Oh.”
“Can you think of any way to get him through this? If you do, I’ll tell you how he really got his nickname.”
Sami thought for a moment. “I’d love to hear it, but you don’t have to bribe me. I have an idea. Oh, they’re coming back.”
Crash wasn’t nearly as quick coming back into the room as he had been getting out of it. He carried a tall lamp to Beth and helped her get it plugged in and positioned correctly. When it was set up, Beth thanked him and he trudged back to where AJ and Sami were standing. She could see a sheen of sweat on his white face that couldn’t possibly have come from exertion. He was obviously in trouble.
Sami stepped back so that she was between the two men and looked up into Crash’s face. She tried to conjure a “helpless female” expression and whispered, “Can I hold your hand for this part? I don’t like needles very much.”
He blinked at her. It took an impatient gesture from AJ before he stammered, “Of course, Buffy.”
“Thanks.”
She snuggled into him, slipping her smaller hand into his large, clammy one. When he didn’t react, she leaned a little closer and let her breasts brush lightly against his rigid arm, stroking it slightly with her other hand, as if she needed the comfort of touching him. She snuck a quick look at AJ. His head moved in an almost imperceptible nod, but he stared straight ahead as if not paying any attention to them.
“Thank you, Crash.” She whispered it, trying not to sound too fake, noticing gratefully that the color was coming back to his face.
He didn’t move, but his rigid expression softened a little, and he smiled down at her. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
She knew she should pull away from his arm, but the small contact had felt so good that she really didn’t want to. Besides, it seemed to really be helping, she told herself virtuously. That was why she was doing it. Not for her own gratification. She allowed herself to stay leaning into him for a few minutes until she decided she was being too obvious. Then she pulled away slightly, although she kept her hand in his.
Beth began placing a series of needles through the skin of april’s back. Sami watched Crash as closely as she could, and when he seemed to be getting nervous again, she would distract him with a whispered question or comment, making sure to brush lightly against him.
“Look at her face,” she murmured when april turned a little, showing them a dreamy look and a sweet, blissful smile. “It doesn’t look like it hurts.”
“Mmm.” Crash sounded dubious.
Sami looked at april again, wondering exactly what the girl was experiencing. “I might have to try that someday.”
Crash gave her a startled look. “You’d do that?”
“I might. april looks like she’s having fun.”
He frowned, turning back to the front as if studying the scene to find out what she found attractive in it. At least he didn’t seem to be on the verge of passing out anymore, Sami thought, trying to monitor his reaction.
Then he gave her hand a squeeze, and a sudden flush of heat went through her, directly to her center. She pressed her thighs together in an effort to relieve the building pressure and gave him a smile, stroking her free hand up and down his forearm. His breath caught for a second, but he continued to stare ahead of him at the scene. Sami realized her own face had broken into a smile, and she allowed her imagination to go back to its fantasies. In her mind Crash and AJ were cutting her clothes off, running their hands along the exposed skin on her back, over her ass, down her thighs, then up. Her core ached with their imagined touch, and the heat from Crash’s body seemed to radiate over every inch of her skin, as if his palms were moving across her rather than simply holding her hand. She closed her eyes, a small, delicious shudder running down her spine.
“Okay. Now I’m going to try something new. I’m not sure it will work, but let’s hope it does. If so, it’s going to be a new experience for all of us.” Beth was running what looked like a thin copper wire through her hands, and she now began to wrap it around the needles, connecting them in a long loop. She seemed to be very careful to run the wire only around the metal, not touching april’s skin.
“In case you haven’t seen one before, this is a violet wand.” Beth held up a cylindrical device that looked vaguely like a curling iron. There was a hole on one end and an electrical cord on the other. She showed them several attachments, explaining that they could be inserted into the end to allow a wide range of sensations, and pointed out the dial on the side that adjusted the intensity of the electrical stimulation.
Beth took something that looked like a four-inch, square piece of metal and tucked it into her waistband, plugging its cord into the wand. “This is ca
lled a body-contact probe. It allows me to become the instrument instead of the other attachments. Watch.” She plugged in the device and turned it on, fiddling with the dial until she was satisfied. Then she ran her finger just above april’s arm.
There was a hissing noise, and small blue sparks leapt from her fingertips to the girl’s skin. The audience jumped in unison with a collective gasp, and Beth smiled. april twitched but didn’t protest. Sami knew they shouldn’t have been surprised, but still they were. Obviously there was no actual danger, but the air seemed to radiate with intensity. Even the guys’ eyes were wide, as if they were watching a life-threatening operation.
“I have been wanting to try combining piercing and electrical play ever since I saw my chiropractor do electrical therapy with acupuncture,” Beth explained to the group. “Let’s see what happens.” She leaned over her submissive and asked softly, “Are you ready, babe?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I think so.”
Susan gasped. “You mean you’re just experimenting on her?”
Beth smiled again. “Pretty much.”
“But what if you hurt her?”
Beth looked around the group. “Would anybody else like to volunteer to take her place?”
The room went completely silent, and Beth smiled. “april, do you have any objections to me experimenting on you?”
april shook her head. Sami suspected she was struggling not to laugh.
“Okay, then. Anyone who is nervous about this is welcome to leave,” Beth said calmly. “If there are no more objections, let’s give it a try.”
Susan pursed her lips, probably debating how much trouble she could get in if april was electrocuted but obviously intending to stay and watch.
Beth reached out with exaggerated care and touched the wire between two of the needles. april let out a little squeal as the flesh around the two needles bunched and tensed. Beth laughed in delight, like a mad scientist whose creature has just fluttered its eyelids.
“How did that feel?” She reached up to stroke april’s shoulder, causing another spark and a gasp, then laughed again. “Oops.”
“It’s…interesting,” april said.
Beth began to flutter her fingers from wire to wire as if she was playing an instrument. Her submissive gasped and moaned, arching her back a little. Sami honestly couldn’t tell if she was in pain or enjoying the sensations.
After a minute, Beth stopped, adjusted the machine again, and walked toward the group, her hand out. “Does anyone else want to feel the current?”
They all looked at each other, waiting to see how everyone else was going to react. Finally Sami took a step forward. “I’d like to.”
She reached her arm out tentatively and watched in fascination as Beth extended a finger toward it. When it was an inch or so away, there was another hissing sound and a flash of electricity jumped between them. Sami jerked convulsively as the current ran through her arm, and Crash grabbed her shoulders, as if afraid she was going to fall.
“Did it hurt?” Beth asked her with a knowing smile.
Sami stared at the spot in wonder. “No, not really. It was more surprising than painful. Can I try it again?”
Beth ran a finger down her wrist and into her palm, laughing as Sami shivered with the sensation. Everyone else lined up behind her, their arms out, and Beth went down the line, touching each of them in turn.
“Ooh, it tingles!” Lucy said, rubbing her hands together.
“But it doesn’t hurt,” Susan added in wonder, her eyes wide.
“That’s because I have it dialed down. It can be much more intense,” Beth explained. “By combining these two forms of play, the small scabs april will get when the needles are removed will probably last a little longer than normal. Usually they’re gone by morning.”
“You really think they’ll last?” april’s voice was breathy as she strained, trying to see over her shoulder.
Beth laughed and pushed her back down, giving her one last zap before unplugging the machine and beginning to remove the wire and needles. As she worked, she talked about safety procedures, the best places to buy supplies, and things to keep in mind while learning.
When she had put everything away and cleaned the few drops of blood off april’s back, she escorted the girl to a couch and had her lie down to, “enjoy the aftereffects for a few minutes.”
“Would any of you like to try a few needles now to see how it feels?”
Before anyone could answer, Lucy squealed, “I would just love to see the big guy here take his shirt off and give it a try. That would be really hot!” She went to stand in front of Crash, reached past Sami, and ran a hand over his chest, smiling flirtatiously up at him.
Sami had no question that it was panic that flashed across Crash’s face as he stared down at the woman in front of him. AJ was also undoubtedly aware of how he was feeling, because he stepped forward and opened his mouth to say something.
Lucy cut him off, tapping Crash on the chest. “You’re not afraid of a little prick, are you, stud?”
She went off into gales of laughter, and Crash turned a helpless, mournful look on Sami and AJ, visibly gathering his macho pride. He gulped a little and cleared his throat before he spoke. “No, of course not.”
He took the few steps to the chair in the front as if it was a guillotine, pulling off his shirt as he went. Sami moved with him and took both of his hands as he settled himself in the chair, trying to keep his attention on her instead of Beth, who was taking supplies out of her case and laying them out on the small table.
When Beth seemed to be ready, she leaned over Crash, rubbing his shoulders gently. “Are you sure about this?”
“Just do it.” His voice was tense, and his shoulders were bunched up as if he was expecting to be beheaded. There seemed to be no blood at all in his face, making Sami worry that he might indeed pass out.
AJ came to stand next to her, and they exchanged worried looks as Beth cleaned off Crash’s skin with alcohol and prepared a needle. Suddenly Sami had a flash of inspiration. She knelt down in front of the chair and leaned in to kiss him on the lips.
His eyes flew wide open but then closed again as he began to respond. His lips were softer than she would have expected, and she shifted a little so that she could make it as good a kiss as possible. Their mouths opened slightly, adjusting to each other, and the tip of his tongue touched her lip softly. There was no doubt that she was responding to him, too. Almost as if Beth was still zapping them, sparks raced through her body in ways that she could only barely remember experiencing before, heating up her core and seeming to fuse them together. Crash seemed to feel it, too. He let go of her hands and reached up to pull her head in closer.
Sami had to fight to keep from losing track of what was going on. At any other time she would have allowed herself to get lost in the sensation of his lips on hers, his tongue entering and exploring her mouth, but now it was important to watch Beth to see when the first needle was in.
When she thought it was, Sami pulled away from the kiss. She was glad to see that all of the color that had drained out of Crash’s face had returned. His eyes opened again, taking a moment to focus, but then he locked gazes with her, not even noticing that Beth was putting another needle in the back of his right shoulder.
“How does that feel, Crash?” Beth asked, stepping around to see his face.
“Like the softest lips in the world.” Crash’s voice was low so that Beth had to lean forward to hear it.
She raised her eyebrows at Sami, who thought her face must have been bright red from the amount of heat in it.
“Okay,” Beth said slowly, touching Crash on the shoulder. She seemed to be trying not to laugh. “That’s good to know, but I meant the needles.”
“Needles?”
Beth chuckled and turned back to the group. “And so you can see, they really don’t hurt. He doesn’t even know they’re there.”
“I don’t think he’d be aware of a nuclear blast right now
,” AJ commented.
“Wait, what? I have needles in me?” Crash seemed to be coming back to himself a little. He tried to turn his head to see over his shoulder, but the movement must have shifted the needles. His eyes went round and alarmed, and he stiffened.
“Maybe you’d better kiss him again so I can get them out,” Beth told Sami with a smile.
Sami met Crash’s eyes again. Her pussy was clenching at the thought of repeating the kiss, even though she tried to tell herself that it would be the last time, and only for his good, of course. There was nothing between them. She couldn’t let herself build something out of this that wasn’t there. Soon the guys would go back to their own lives and probably girlfriends, and she would go back to trying to put her life together again. But she leaned in and their lips met and all thought disappeared.
* * * *
AJ helped Crash to his feet. With Buffy on his other side, they escorted him to a nearby couch and got him settled. Lucy was staring in obvious lust at the sight of Crash with no shirt, and Susan was sitting down to try the needles for herself, her face white. She kept stealing glances at april and Crash as if watching for signs of a delayed reaction.
“Will you be all right there for a minute while we get you a snack?” AJ asked. “I remember them saying yesterday in class that food was part of aftercare. That’s probably why you agreed to do the needles in the first place.”
“Needles?” Crash sounded like he was just waking up from surgery. AJ wondered if it was endorphins, the aftereffects of Buffy kissing him, or the combined stress of the day. It didn’t matter. In her usual efficient manner, Allie had been putting out snacks and drinks at the back of the room.
“We’d better get him some of that before he crawls over and pulls the table over on himself,” AJ said to Buffy, who was still staring in consternation at Crash.
She nodded and patted Crash on the shoulder. “Stay here. That’s an order. We’ll only be a minute.”
They went to the back and began loading plates with cookies, M&Ms, meat, cheese, and crackers.
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