Reading: The Mammoth Book of Quick and dirty erotica, part 12

Eeked. There was a buzz behind me, a long, frowned hesitation, and then I felt the tattooed

needle bite into the flesh above my left shoulder blade. I barely kept from crying out, more

in surprise than actual pain. I'd picked a large tattoo for my very first one, and I

hadn't been sure how much it would hurt. For now, the burning was an imaginable sting,

like someone drawing the edge of a very fine blade across my skin. The chair I sat in was