“All the non-sissies, follow me,” she commands as she motions her hand inviting us to follow her.
Savanna
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about doing things the more natural way; but something about having a needle shoved in my arm right now makes me nauseous,” I look at Jenalyn and say as she stands to follow Sidney.
“Whatever, ya wuss,” Jenalyn taunts me before she reveals a smile.
Sidney and the women receiving IV fluids all scurry out of sight and into the room we were supposed to sleep in.
“Just saying, I’m not all that interested in needles protruding from my veins right now. To me there’s a difference between getting some ink, and having a huge ass catheter resting in my arm.” Bristol shudders as if it’s the worst thing in the world. “Mom used to have a doctor on stand-by and he’d insert an IV and medicate me to the point to where I lived as a zombie.”
“Your mother was a complete bitch,” Ashton spits out.
“Isn’t that the damn truth,” Lizzie joins the conversation.
“Well, good morning, sleepy head,” Bristol teases. “Finally decide to join the land of the living?”
“Couldn’t help it. You’re all some loud ass bitches,” she says around a yawn.
“Well, Sidney is offering IV fluids to help those who are severely dehydrated,” Ashton informs.
“Um, fluid in the form of a needle? No fucking thank you.” Lizzie looks at Ashton as if she’s gone completely bonkers.
“Hey, y’all, I found this,” Trinity says, walking into the room. She’s holding up a note and when Ashton raises her eyebrow, she says, “it’s from Skylar.”
“What does it say?” DJ questions.
We all watch as Trinity starts to read.
Dear Ladies,
Major apologies for not waking anyone up but Reagan had an episode and after calling her doctor, he felt it was best that we bring her in immediately to be seen. We enjoyed meeting everyone in person and hope we can do it again some time in the future. Sorry we had to pack up and leave in such a rush without a proper goodbye. If we forgot anything, let us know and one of the prospects can swing by and grab it. Take care!
Skylar, Bailey, Maddie, Melody, Keegan, Keira, Whitney
“Well, that sucks,” DJ states.
“I hate that for them, though. That poor little girl,” Cara says.
“Hope everything turns out to be okay with her daughter,” I begin, “on the other hand, I guess that’s seven less tattoos for us, Rainey.”
“I hate to hear the poor dear was having difficulty. We’ll make sure to keep that baby in our thoughts and prayers,” Ashton declares.
“I didn’t realize you were a praying type of lady, Ashton. Vanna, you’re right. When were we planning on doing these anyways? Jenalyn and Hannah need to get the design completed so we can do these. I’m excited for us to have our own brand.” Rainey rubs her hands together in glee. “Wonder how the guys are gonna feel about that?”
Sidney
“What’s this again?” I ask walking out of the room with my IV still in having overheard something about Skylar and the other women with her leaving overnight. Jenalyn and Cara follow closely behind me.
“Skylar’s daughter was showing signs of getting ill or having some sort of flare up, so they left to take her to her own doctor,” Vanna states, looking me dead in the eyes.
“I get that, don’t give me that look, Vanna. I understand her condition and would’ve been happy to have a look at her, but that’s not my specialty. I’m a general practitioner, so again, I probably would’ve advised she take her anyway.”
“It’s good of you to be so willing to help everyone out, Sidney. You are a sweetheart,” Ashton praises her.
Cara giggles as she looks around the room. “What are you laughing about?” DJ asks. “I mean, this is some serious shit from what I’m hearing.”
“DJ, I get that, I really do. Just—look at all of us, standing here holding our saline bags,” Cara stammers out between her fits of giggles, which have gotten louder the more she stares at us.
“It does look funny,” Trinity admits as she glances around at the three of us standing with one arm held high to allow the saline to drip through the tubing.
“It looks like a pain in the ass,” Rainey replies, as her eyes spy the saline bags held high in the air.
“Being a mom myself now, that tugs at my heart,” Jenalyn begins, “but right now, my arm is already getting tired.” I warned her this wouldn’t be easy and now she’s scanning the room for what I’m certain is a place she can hang the bag.
“But I’m already feeling better,” Cara states.
“Good,” I reply to Cara before shifting my gaze back to Jenalyn who’s still visually searching. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Jenalyn. Come on, I have an idea,” I tell my fellow IV crew as I begin to walk back into the room.
“Too late to take back what I said earlier about trusting you?” Jenalyn inquires.
“Did I get the vein on the first try?” I throw back at her.
“Fine, you win,” she admits.
“Follow me, you sour-pusses and I’ll show you how to hang those bags so your arms don’t get tired.” I amble away with Cara and Jenalyn following me.
Lizzie
“What do you think they’re up to?” Rainey asks.
“It’s Sidney; therefore, you never know. She’s smarter than anyone I’ve ever met, but I never guess at what she’s doing or question solutions she’s acquired,” Vanna admits.
“Hmm...we have one of those,” I reply.
“But, having said that, I am curious to see what they’re up to. Anyone else?” Vanna stands, looking at all of us.
“I’m in,” I exclaim before I jump up out of my seat in anticipation.
“You’re a nosy little shit,” Ashton jokes.
“Always have been, always will be. Who else is coming?” Once I say that last word, every woman gets up off of their seat and follows Vanna and myself down the hallway.
“You know, I’ve never been the leader before,” Vanna says, looking back to notice we’re all in a single file line behind her. Placing her finger over her lips, she gestures for us to be quiet. “Someone get a digital camera or your phone’s camera ready,” she whispers.
“I’ve got my video pulled up,” I helpfully respond. “This needs to go on the old ladies club social media website. If they’re doing something silly, I want to have it recorded.”
“Move outta the way, I’ve got this.” Ashton pushes everyone aside and steals Lizzie’s phone. “Let the wiser one take care of this.”
“You mean the ancient one,” Lizzie quips back.
“Bite me child,” Ashton chides.
“Nah, I know Wasp has been there and he’s a mentor to me. I’d rather not, but thanks for the invitation,” I reply in a smartass tone.
“Quiet,” Vanna snaps at the both of us. “Jenalyn has the ears of an elephant. She’s probably already onto us.”
Ashton and I are the first to enter the room. The hilarity of the situation is one that I wouldn’t imagine being a reality, but nevertheless, it’s staring me right in the face. “What the?” I’m like an unintelligible person, no other words are coming to mind.
“Is that?” Ashton asks pointing with her camera moving up and down. “Do you bitches have the bags held up on the shower curtain rods by the rings?”
“How ingenious,” Trinity whispers. “I would’ve never thought to do that.” When I look again, at least like I think Trinity is, I see what she means.
“She’s right, y’all,” I state. “They don’t have to hold their arms up because the shower rings are holding the bags up and the tube is long enough so now, they won’t have tired muscles.”
“You three are lined up looking all sullen and shit. At least your arms aren’t up in the air like you’re being robbed anymore.” Knowing that they can’t come after me, I decide aggravating them is the best route to go. Since, ya know, I
can outrun them at this time.
Vanna covers her mouth with her hand, attempting to hide her laughter, but is failing miserably as it looks like she wants to now join in. “Look at the three stooges all mopey sitting on the edge of the tub. Oh, wait until I tell Justice this shit.” Vanna’s words fly free from her mouth as mine did. “Oh, and don’t think Vault won’t see and hear about this either.” She shifts her eyes to Sidney. “And, thanks to Ashton, we’ve got picture proof!”
I realize that as we’re talking smack, all of the others have deserted us. “Them bitches done left us to do all of the heavy lifting,” I say with my mouth wide open as I speak to Vanna and Ashton.
“You mean heavy tonguing, you ain’t lifted shit since I’ve known you, princess,” Ashton teases me. Man, I’d love some of that right now so I file it away until I’m back with my Ol’ man again.
“I’ve lifted Justice’s big dick.” I help her out.
“Okay, no, just no,” Ashton shakes her head in disgust. “Like my own son, don’t make me wash your mouth out with soap.”
“Savanna Elise Paine,” Jenalyn calls Vanna by her full name and I know it just got serious on her end. “Speaking of Justice, oh, it will be served once I get done with this bag of fluids.” Her mopey eyes have now turned to slits as she spits those words out. “Shouldn’t you be meditating or singing kumbaya somewhere? Shamanic drum playing? Something?”
“We might look mopey or whatever it was one of you said, but I can guarantee you this; we’re probably already feeling better than all of you combined. Have any of you even stopped to look at yourselves in the mirror? Tragic,” Sidney chimes in, causing my mouth to part as I abruptly turn my head toward the mirror in an attempt to get a glimpse of myself.
“Hair of the dogs, ladies. Let’s go, we’ll show them who's feeling better.” Ashton grabs me and Vanna by the arm and pulls us out of the room. What ends up happening is I end up buzzed all over again.
4
Hannah
Later that evening, after everyone’s hangovers have minimalized, we’re sitting around sketching the old ladies club emblem. “Okay, Jenalyn, what do you think of this?” I ask as I pull out my sketchpad and flip to the design we previously discussed. “We don’t have a printer here, but the design is simple enough that Rainey won’t have a problem putting it on transfer paper so we’re all uniform.”
“Looks almost identical to mine,” she rebuts as she shows me the sketch she’s drawn. “Transfer paper will be our best bet, you’re right. I know Vanna and Rainey are both good at freehanding anything thrown at them, but something tells me this will be more useful than not.” She looks at me and her eyes light up with curiosity. “Can I ask you something kind of personal?”
“What’s on your mind, girl?” I inquire.
“What’s it like? You know, having two?” She looks like an elementary school child who’s just received news that ice cream will be free today at lunch.
“You mean, at the same time?” I just wanna be clear as to what she wants to know.
“Um, yeah. Hello. The thought of having two men worship my body at once both intrigues me and frightens me. Or do y’all not do it all at once? Does one brother get you one night and then you switch, or? Leave no detail out. I mean, it’s your private business.” She turns her head in an attempt to act nonchalant, but she’s not fooling me. “But if you’re up to sharing?” She rapidly turns her head back toward me in anticipation.
“Well, I mean, I’m sure your man is attentive during sex, right? Imagine having two of them like that. Two tongues, two dicks, four hands; three exhausted people by the time we’re done. Sometimes, it’s all three of us at the same time but not necessarily one in my pussy and one in my ass. One may want my mouth while the other wants a ‘warm and willing southern hole’ so to speak. We also have our alone times, where it’s just me and one of them so that we can make sure we keep the relationship strong. But, we all three sleep in the same bed every night; I’m their ‘pickle in the middle’.”
“Not to eavesdrop on y’alls conversation or anything.” Rainey comes up behind us and startles me. “But, I will tell you the best times I’ve had with my two men is when one watches the other eat my pussy and I watch the other jack off. Nothing is more thrilling than knowing you affect not one, but two men with your body. Then, when they take turns fucking your brains out, your body is limp and sated, you have two men to hold you, caress you, and say sweet words of love in your ear. That’s the best part of being the only woman loved and adored by two men.”
“I gotta agree, although it’s usually one of mine that does the sweet talking. The other talks dirty. However, I know how much they both love and cherish me and even though I love the poly relationship we have, if something happened to one of them, I couldn’t add another person. It would just be the two of us then. Because until they came into my life, it wasn’t something that ever crossed my mind as a possibility. Does that make sense?”
“Jenalyn Paine!” Vanna interrupts from behind catching Jen off guard. “That’s right, now I get to use your full name,” Vanna gloats. “Think you’ve got a little drool there on your chin.” She motions as if to wipe at her own chin jokingly. “If my brother heard you even asking this he’d bend you right over his knee. And don’t even get me started about the look and shade of crimson now on your face. I’d say you’re turned on and enamored by hearing this.”
Jenalyn stands and steps toward Vanna. “Don’t you even think about it you little brat,” she snaps at her, pointing her finger closely to her face.
“So I take it we’re even now?” Vanna uses this situation to her advantage.
“Ladies, can’t we all just get along? You two banter like cats and dogs. Reminds me of myself and my sisters,” Rainey supplies.
“Fine,” Jenalyn huffs out. “Truce?” she asks Vanna.
“Truce,” Vanna replies as they both fold their arms over their chest, both hesitant to admit their defeat.
Rainey
Vanna and I ran up to the local tattoo parlor to see if they’d be willing to let us use their printer to scan our design to the transfer paper. We have to pay a fee to cover the use of their equipment, but that’s okay. We head out and go get some extra black ink. We always bring our guns and supplies with us, but neither one of us were prepared for the extensive work we have planned.
“So, we have the transfers, we have the ink, we purchased needles, are we missing anything else?” I ask Vanna.
“No, we have enough supplies to make it through two to three tats per lady if requested,” she answers.
“I can’t believe someone other than one of my sisters is going to give me ink. I’m excited, I’ve heard so much about your work from other peers and I’ve heard amazing things about your shading and outlining.” Now I sound like a stalkerish fan.
“Hey, from what I’ve heard through the grapevine you’re no slouch yourself,” she responds. “You and your sisters are the queens of portrait art. I’ve always wanted to see one of y’alls pieces.” I think I wanna keep Vanna after she says this. Ariel, my eldest sister, is a pain in my ass. Maybe I can replace her as my new sister.
“Um, well, we’re pretty fortunate that we had our dad and our uncle teaching us everything they knew.”
“There’s a lot of natural talent as well, I’m sure,” Vanna states.
“Okay, we’ve obviously got a mutual admiration society going on, huh?” I can’t help but laugh because we could go on and on all day like this based on what we’ve heard about one another, but we’ve got women who need tats.
“Yeah, but we need to get busy or we’ll be up all night long,” she replies, a grin on her face.
“I think that’s a given, don’t you?” I secretly am in heaven with the compliment she’s bestowed upon me. She has made a name for herself in the tat community.
“I’m up for the challenge. Let’s do this,” she tells me with a look of determination plastered on her face.
Three
hours later finds me arm deep in gloves, ink and sassy women. Ashton being the worst of the group. “Are you sure her hair is dark enough?”
“It’s perfect, Ashton. Same shade and color as the rest of the tattoo. Go take a damn look,” I say as I wipe the excess ink from her skin. Picky ass woman, she keeps her shit up and she can find someone else to ink her skin. She’s so ornery that even I am having issues working with her. Her OCD is on point today.
“Okay, so her hair looks good, but, I think you should check out this part of the seat.” Ashton points to a part that is filled with no pockets or missed sections.
“The fuck are you pointing at woman?” I growl out in frustration.
“See this here,” she points to a spot with her fingernail, “it’s the same tone as my skin.” She rolls her eyes and makes me want to pull her eyeballs from their sockets so she can never see again.
“Bitch, please. That’s part of the damn design. It’s the ladies shoulder. Go look at Jenalyn’s, it’s the exact same thing!” I have to calm myself down and count to ten. Ashton is a perfectionist, but she’s also controlling, but she knows not a damn thing about tattooing and needs to leave it in the hands of the professionals.
She walks over, leans over Vanna’s shoulder then walks back over to me. “Fine, you’re right.” Then she turns around, grabs my ointment, applies it to her arm and stomps off like a scolded child. I am never tattooing that woman again. Ever.
“I know you’re not digging that needle deep into my flesh on purpose are you, Vanna?” Jenalyn scolds.
“No, I am not. But, if you prefer, I can,” Vanna barks back.
“Why are you so ballsy today, miss I love everything and everyone?” Jenalyn asks her and I can feel round seventeen commence.
“Not ballsy. That was you inquiring about balls earlier if I remember correctly. Shall we continue this, or are you going to be still and quiet long enough for me to finish?” Vanna asks rhetorically, because there’s no going back now and Jenalyn knows this.
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